of having to yield without it; for above all else he valued
Thoma's love and respect.

So it came to pass, that to-day was to take place the betrothal of the
haughty Landolin's proud daughter with her honest, but not quite so
well-born lover, Anton.

CHAPTER VI.

"Mother!" said Thoma, during the drive, "when father was young he must
have been the handsomest man in the country."

"He was, indeed, but wild and unruly, very wild; you will have a more
gentle husband. It will be just the opposite with you to what it was
with us."

Thoma looked up wonderingly; it was unusual for her mother either to
think or speak so much; and her astonishment increased when her mother
added:

"If your father had been a soldier like Anton, he too would have
learned to give way to others, and not always think himself the only
person in the world. Heaven forgive me, I was not going to speak of
your father at all, I only meant to tell you that you must now learn to
give up to others; with marriage willfulness must end."

The deference with which Thoma had listened at first, disappeared now
that her mother concluded with advice and censure. She moved her lips
impatiently, but said nothing.

From the valley could be heard the din of the fair; the drums and
trumpets in the show booths, the lowing of the cows and oxen, and the
whinnying of the horses in the broad meadow by the river side.

At the foot of the mountain, where the signpost is, Thoma beckoned to
her a beggar, who sat by the roadside, holding out his handless arm,
and gave him a bright, new mark.

"That pleases me," said the mother, as they drove on.

Thoma answered with a voice clear as the morning:

"Yes, mother, on this, my day of happiness, I cannot pass the first
beggar I meet without giving him something; and see," she cried,
looking back, "see, he is making signs to us; he has just found out how
much he received, and is showing it to the others. If I could only make
the whole world happy, as happy as I am! O mother, it must be terrible!
There sits a poor man appealing with such pitiful glances; men pass by,
one gives nothing, the others give nothing, it is too much trouble to
put their hands into their pockets and open their purses, and the poor
man begs with empty mouth."

The mother nodded with a happy face, and wanted to say: "You do not
take after your father in everything, in some things you are like me,"
but she suppres