have to go, I will fly at the first fight, and come back here. They
may then shoot me as a deserter, if they choose; I prefer to die
rather than to kill any one else."

Anna Sophia sprang from her seat with a cry of horror.

"I thought so," said she, in a low voice; and, crossing her arms
upon her breast, she walked to and fro, thoughtfully.

Charles Henry looked at her in amazement, but had not the courage to
speak to her; for she was so completely changed, that he was almost
afraid of her. There was something so cold and proud about her to-
day, something aristocratic in her beauty. He thought to himself,
"It is thus that a queen would look when dressed as a peasant." Anna
Sophia stood still before him at last, and gave him a tender, almost
pitiful glance.

"Charles Henry," said she, "you shall not join the army; I will not
suffer it."

He sprang from his seat with a cry of joy.

"You will then marry me, Anna Sophia?" said he, exultingly. "You
will become my wife, so as to keep me here? You love me too much to
let me go!" He tried to embrace her, but she waved him off.

"No," said she, "I will not marry you, but, still, you must not join
the army; for if you became a deserter, it would break your father's
heart, and it would be a disgrace, not only for me, but for the
whole village. Think well over what you have said. Perhaps you are