"Nor shall you become one," said Anna, with determination.

"What can you do?"

"I will join the army in your stead!"

Charles Henry stared at her. He was on the point of laughing, but
the sight of her inspired, earnest countenance, in which a world of
determination was expressed, sobered him completely.

"I will do as I said, for I have great courage, and when I think of
a battle my heart beats loudly, not with fear but with rapturous
joy. To me, nothing would be more glorious than to die, banner in
hand, surrounded by the thunder of cannon, and to cry out
exultingly, as the blood flows from my wounds, 'Vive le roi! vive la
patrie!'" Her form was raised majestically, her countenance beamed
with inspiration, a daring fire sparkled in her eyes--she was so
changed in form and expression, that Charles Henry drew back from
her in terror.

"I am afraid of you, Anna Sophia," said he, shuddering. "You are
changed--you are not like yourself."

"No," said she; "nor am I the same. Yesterday I was Anna Sophia
Detzloff--from to-day I am Charles Henry Buschman. Do not interrupt
me--it must be! You shall not break your father's heart--you shall
not bring disgrace upon the village. The king has called you--you
must obey the call. But I will go in your place; you shall remain
quietly at home, thrashing your corn, cutting your hay, and taking