Memories

he is dead and lies in quiet rest," was another song forever on my
tongue, and always returning as often as I drove it from me. It was
not impossible, for the Hofrath had told me she suffered with heart
troubles, and that he expected to find her no more among the living
every morning he visited her. Could I ever forgive myself if she had
left this world and I had not taken farewell of her, nor told her at
the last moment how I loved her? Must I not follow until I found her
again in another life, and heard from her that she loved me and that I
was forgiven? How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do,
and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every
day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity! Then all
the words of the Hofrath, the last time I saw him, recurred to me, and
I felt that I had only resolved to make my sudden journey to show my
strength to him, and that it would have been a still more difficult
task to have confessed my weakness and remained. It was clear to me
that it was my simple duty to return to her immediately and to bear
everything which Heaven ordained. But as soon as I had laid the plan
for my return journey, I suddenly remembered the words of the Hofrath:
"As soon as possible she must go away and be taken into the country."
She had herself told me that she spent the most of her time, in summer,
at her castle. Perhaps she was there, in my immediate vicinity; in one
day I could be with her. Thinking was doing; at daybreak I was off,
and at evening I stood at the gate of the castle.

The night was clear and bright. The mountain peaks glistened in the
full gold of the sunset and the lower ridges were bathed in a rosy
blue. A gray mist rose from the valleys which suddenly glistened when
it swept up into the higher regions, and then like a cloud-sea rolled
heavenwards. The whole color-play reflected itself in the gently
agitated breast of the dark lake from whose shores the mountains seemed
to rise and fall,

Mary Johnston (November 21, 1870 May 9, 1936) was an American novelist and womens rights advocate. The daughter of an American Civil War soldier who became a successful lawyer, Mary Johnston was born in the small town of Buchanan, Virginia. A small and frail girl, she was educated at home by family and tutors. She grew up with a love of books and was financially independent enough to devote herself to writing.

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