Any hour may rob me of him, for his life is one of constant peril.

What has a widow except her only son?
And I gave him up for our country's cause! That is harder than to see a husband ride away for a few hours on the anniversary of his wedding-day.

He certainly doesn't do it for his own pleasure!" "Here we are at home," said Maria, raising the knocker.
Trautchen opened the door and, even before crossing the threshold, Barbara exclaimed: "Is your master at home ?" The reply was in the negative, as she too now expected.
Adrian gave his message; Trautchen brought up the supper, but the conversation would not extend beyond "yes" and "no." After Maria had hastily asked the blessing, she rose, and turning to Barbara, said: "My head aches, I should like to go to bed." "Then go to rest," replied the widow.

"I'll sleep in the next room and leave the door open.

In darkness and silence--whims come." Maria kissed her sister-in-law with sincere affection, and lay down in bed; but she found no sleep, and tossed restlessly to and fro until near midnight.
Hearing Barbara cough in the next room, she sat up and asked: "Sister-in-law, are you asleep ?" "No, child.