A praying angel——a tablet.
The clouds throw their shadows over it.——How the wind hurries and howls!——Like the march of an army it drives in from the east.——Not a star in the heavens——
Evergreen in the garden plot?——Evergreen?——A maiden——
HERE RESTS IN GOD
Wendla Bergmann, born May 5, 1878,
died from Cholorosis,
October 27, 1892.
And I am her murderer. I am her murderer!——Despair is left me——I dare not weep here. Away from here!——Away——
Moritz Stiefel.
(With his head under his arm, comes stamping over the graves.)
A moment, Melchior! The opportunity will not occur so readily again. You can't guess what depends upon the place and the time——