"
While the king lay in bed waiting, the soldier who had undertaken
the job, sat on a bench before the door. He bent his head zealously
over his work, and did not once look up to his comrade who stood
near him, leaning against a large oak, gazing rigidly and
unweariedly at him. But in this steady and indefatigable glance,
there seemed to be a strange, attractive power, which the soldier
could not resist. He raised his head involuntarily for a moment, and
the sweet and noble face of Charles Henry Buschman was seen.
"Fritz Kober," said he, "why do you gaze at me so, and why do you
follow me?"
"Because I have been so accustomed to be where you are!" said Fritz
Kober, quietly. "When I heard Deesen call for a tailor, and you
answered, 'Here! here!' I stepped out of my tent and followed you;
nothing more! But you would also know why I look at you? Well, while
it pleases me to see you sewing, it brings strange and pleasant
thoughts to my mind."
"What sort of strange and pleasant thoughts, Fritz?" said Charles
Henry, bowing down again earnestly over his work.
"I thought," said Fritz Kober, in a trembling voice, "that if ever I
should take a wife, she must look exactly as you do, Charles Henry;
she must have the same neat little hands, and be expert with the
needle as you are.
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