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lbielsky had been forced to attend it and was then conveyed to Vienna

e jailer, to whom Kolbielsky uttered these requests whenever he entered, always repl

t which his subordinate handed to him, and, in a loud voice, read its contents. It was a sentence of death. The death-sentence of Baron Friedrich Carl Glare von Kolbielsky "on account of sympathy and complicity in a murd

rd, no entreaty for pardon escaped his lips. But he requested the priest, wh

confessional are no longer sacred, and if I confessed the truth to you, it would mean the betrayal of my friends. Go

ght before his doom! Yet he was not solitary! His tho

feelings, he had stretched out his arms to the empty air, whispering her dear, beloved name, and not ashamed of the tears which streamed from his eyes. He had sacrificed his life to hate, to his native land, but his last thoughts, his last greetings, might now be given to the woman whom he

her to come here; tell her that I must die and wish to bid her fare

, for the last wishes of the dying and of those condemned to death a

for such a message would have compromised her. Perhaps she, too, might have been

on Moudenfels, the man who would be shot in a few hours, was the man whom she loved. He would meet death calmly and joyfully, for he would leave her hope! Hope of a meeting-not yonder, but here on earth! She would expect him, she would watch for him daily in love and loyalty, and gradually, gently and easi

om your lips those sweet, sacred revelations of love; never again to look into

ky a dull golden streak appeared, the harbinger of day. The sun was rising, bring

favored him; it shielded the tyrant. So Kolbielsky was dying. Not as a criminal, but as the martyr of a great and noble cause would he front death. And though fate had not favored him now, some day it would a

h easy. The dawn grew brighter. Crimson clouds floated from all dire

executioners were punctual. The bolts o

let no look betray that you are suffering! They are coming, they are coming!

a smiling face. But what did this mean? Neither executioner, priest, nor judge appeared, but a y

and powerless, against the wall beside the door. Then rousing himself by a violent effort, he bent toward the gray-bearded jailer who stood in the doorway w

is mean? He wore Kolbielsky's livery; from his dress he appeared to be his

strength to go a

d in a low tone. "Good

ward Kolbielsky. "Who am I? I?" he cried

lips, then seizing the youth's slender fi

sun were shining in and fel

sun, for thou bringest eter

is my Leonore

er and wept-wept bitterly. But they were tears of delight, of ecstasy-tears such as mortal

. He wished to see her, imprint her face deep, deep upo

d head between his hands and

eavenly stars? Do you shine on me o

ed her eyes and again

tter no word of love? Oh, let me break

ed face which rested in hi

l; tell me that you will always love me, that yo

gly, "no, you will not leav

ng at him with her large f

l stay w

ey have sentenced me to death. T

to lead you to death. They will not kill

almost shrieked. "Pa

reign and master, from

him," cried Kolbielsky jubilantly. "So

to save you from death," she said mournfully. "I have been

emain a p

a pris

how l

urmured in a voic

bielsky

again be yours! I will accept my emperor's pardon, for it is you who bring it to me-you have obtained it. You say so, and I know it. You hastened to Totis, you threw yourself at the emper

onfessed amid my tears that I loved you, begged for your life. And he granted it; he became your intercessor to the Emperor Francis. He wrote a few lines, which I was to convey to Totis myself. I did so, hastening thither with post-horses. I spoke to the emperor. He was deeply moved, but he had not the courage to take any deci

oomily. "Cut off from the world, in joyless solitude, fa

your faithful servant, to accompany you, share your imprisonment. Now look at me, beloved, look at me. I wear your livery,

his neck, she pressed a

oot is not made to tread the rough paths of life. The proud Baroness de Simonie, accustomed to the splendor, luxury, and comfort of existence must not drag out her life in unworthy humiliation. I thank you, love, for the sacrifice you w

cling to you. You must not repulse me. The emperor has given your s

oves-which humiliate him as they ennoble her. I should blush before your nobility; it would bow me into the dust. Leonore de

answer?" she asked,

inal

into death! Yes, I will die, I wish to die, but first you shall hear from my lips the truth, that you may not grieve, may not shed a single tear for me. So hear me, Carl, hear me! I am not what you believe. My foot is

his feet, and raised her clasped hands beseech

xpression of unspeakable horror,

he cried, "you are speakin

"No, believe me, I am telling the truth; I am no

e? Then who are you?" h

eror Napoleon, and the spy

fall upon her head. But he repressed his rage and turned away. Despair and grief now ove

m sob she started up, rushed to him, and again th

ation, and the tempter came to me in my father's form, whispering, 'Have money and you will have honor! Help yourself, for men and women will not aid you. They turn contemptuously away because you are poor. To-morrow, if you are rich, they will pay court to you, honor, and love you. I offer you the means to become rich. Give me your hand, Leonore, despise the people who leave us to die, and follow me.' I gave him my hand, I followed him, I became Napoleon's spy. I had money, I had a name, I saw people throng around me, I learned to despise them, and therefore I could betray them. But, in the midst of my bril

wept. He had let his hands fall from his face, and was listening to her in deep thought, in breathless suspense. Now, when

e to me. All the blood-money which I had gained, all the splendor which surrounded me, I flung at my father's feet. I released myself from him forever, and, that my penance might be complete, I called all my servants and revealed my ignominy to them. Then I left the palace where I had lived so long in gilded shame. I took nothing with me. I call nothing mine except these clothes and the name of Leonore. Now you know all, and you will no longer be able to say that I can make a sacrifice f

him, with a face beaming

d

ling figure, laid his hands on her shoulders, and gazed into her f

I said that if I returned, I would ask you a

cheeks, but she did not venture to reply, o

o her and, smil

will you b

ng into his arms, laughing

o his heart and laid his hand up

d heavily! You have come to me homeless. Henceforth my heart shall be your home.

ed a low, h

elsky his change of sentence to perpetual imprisonment and infor

, Leonore was his wife. She accompanied him, disguised as his servant, for the permission to attend the prisoner to Leopoldstadt was given

opoldstadt received the imperial command to allow the wife o

eby Kolbielsky's position was aggravated. He knew too many of the Emperor Francis' secrets, could betray too much concerning the emp

de himself guilty of high-treason. So they were well satisfied to find him w

a girl of eighteen, married a distinguished Austrian officer. Her entreaties and her husband's influence finally succeeded in securing K

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