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JCB Liftall Loadall Supplement 532 120h 537 135h Service Manual
JCB Liftall Loadall Supplement 532 120h 537 135h Service Manual
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Fritz Deyke, with his clear, true eyes, saw plainly enough what
was going on beside the sick-bed of his lieutenant; he had not said a
word, but he had managed to express that he understood, and was
perfectly satisfied, by his respectful attentions and hearty sympathy
to the pastor's daughter, and when he saw Helena sitting beside the
lieutenant's bed, he looked with a smile from one to the other, and
gave an approving nod, as if applauding some satisfactory thought.
Since the ladies' arrival he only came to and fro to the sick room,
bringing everything needful, and at night he insisted on undertaking
the last and most weary hours of watching, driving away the ladies
with good-natured brusqueness.
Late in the afternoon of one of the last days of July Madame von
Wendenstein sat, with her daughter, in her room. The window was
wide open to admit the cooler air that streamed in as the day
declined. The door of the sick-room stood open, and Helena sat by
the bedside, attentively watching the quiet slumberer as he lay with
a smiling expression of happiness on his pale features.
The candidate sat with the ladies in his faultless black dress, a
white necktie of dazzling purity carefully arranged around his neck,
and his hair brushed smoothly down on each side of his forehead.
"You have chosen a beautiful calling," said the old lady, smiling
kindly on the young clergyman; "in such times as these especially, it
must be a glorious satisfaction to bear the divine words of comfort
to sufferers, and to raise and refresh their souls amidst bodily pain."
Madame von Wendenstein thanked him for this good news with
emotion, and Helena's eyes smiled through tears.
"For some time to come absolute quiet will be needful. Any shock
to the much shaken nervous system might bring on fever of an
inflammatory or typhoid character, and in the present state of
weakness this would be fatal. The deep wound is still filled with
blood; this can only be slowly absorbed and dispersed. Any sudden
flow of blood from a violent effort might be fatal; therefore, I repeat
it, absolute quiet is the first essential in the recovery of our patient,
and nature will assist his youthful strength to repair the injury he has
received. Nothing can be done beyond a slight compress to the
wound, a little cooling medicine, and the maintenance of the
strength by light nourishment. But now, ladies, I must exercise my
medical authority upon you," he continued. "It is a long time since
you have been in the open air, and to-day it is deliciously cool. You
must go out!"
"It is needful for our patient's sake," said the surgeon, "that you
should keep up your strength. What would become of him if you
were to be ill? You must take a real walk. Fritz can take care of the
patient, who wants nothing but sleep."
"I beg, my dear lady," said the candidate, "that you will follow our
friend's prescription without any anxiety. I will remain with Herr von
Wendenstein. I have learned what to do beside a sick bed. Go, for
you all need this refreshment."
"Quick, then," said the doctor. "I will take you to a beautiful shady
walk, and you will see what wonderful good you feel from that
medicine which nature prescribes for all--fresh air."
Madame von Wendenstein put on her bonnet and mantle, and the
young ladies followed her example. Helena looked anxiously at the
wounded officer, and then hesitatingly followed the other ladies, who
with the surgeon had already left the room.
The wounded man tossed his head a little to and fro, as if he felt
disturbed by the look the candidate fixed upon him, then with a
deep sigh he opened his eyes and turned them joyfully towards the
place where he hoped to see the beloved form that had filled his
dreams. With large, surprised, almost frightened eyes, he saw the
clergyman beside him. The candidate compelled his countenance
suddenly to resume its usual calm expression, lowering his eyes to
conceal their hatred, for he knew that even his strong powers of will
could not at once banish this expression.
The eyes of the wounded man said as plainly as possible, "I thank
you."
The candidate put down the glass, folded his hands together, and
said, as he cast down his eyes,--
"Did you think, Herr von Wendenstein, when your body craved
earthly refreshment that your soul needed a spiritual medicine to
strengthen and refresh it in the valley of the shadow of death, that if
Providence sees fit to call it hence, it may be prepared to stand
before the Judge, and to give an account of the deeds done in the
flesh?"
The wounded man's eyes, which after the cooling drink, were
closing again in slumbrous weariness, opened widely, and gazed
upon the candidate with astonishment and fear. He was accustomed
to be spoken to by looks, by signs, by single words whispered low,
and his wearied nerves shuddered at this unusual mode of speech.
Then, too, the loving care that had watched him in sickness and
encouraged with fostering hand the seed of convalescence, had
surrounded him with pictures of hope, with assurances of a new life
blooming in the future, so that the sharp and sudden mention of
death, with his threatening hand still stretched over him, affected
him as if on a sunny, flower-scented day he had suddenly felt the
ice-cold breath of a newly-opened vault. A slight shudder ran
through his frame, and he feebly shook his head, as if to free himself
from the gloomy picture so suddenly called up.
He fixed his eyes upon the young officer with the electric
fascinating gaze with which the rattlesnake turns its prey to stone.
"Have you thought," continued the candidate, and his sharp voice
seemed to cut deep down into the sick man's soul, as his looks
glared into his horror-stricken eyes, "have you thought, that then, at
the trumpet blast of eternity, you must stand before the throne of a
righteous and severe Judge and give an account of your life? Your
last act was murder; the shedding of a brother's blood in a struggle
justified by earthly laws; but must it not appear a deadly sin in the
eyes of Eternal Justice?"
"Heaven has shown you great mercy," said the candidate, "you
have been granted time for preparation here on a bed of sickness,
for eternity, whilst many were called away in the midst of mortal sin.
Have you worthily used the time so graciously granted you? Have
you turned your thoughts and desires away from all worldly things,
and fixed them on things eternal? Have you banished from your
heart every earthly wish, every earthly hope? Does it not still cling to
earth? Judge yourself, and let not the short time of grace be in
vain!"
The candidate bent down lower and lower, and fixed his glaring
eyes on those of the lieutenant, whose violent nervous agitation
greatly increased. His pale hands trembled even to the tips of the
fingers, he raised them with a repelling movement, and pointed to
the table, whilst with difficulty in a feeble voice, he gasped "Water!"
The candidate brought the green fire of his sparkling eyes still
closer to the sick man's face, he stretched his right hand over his
head whilst with the fingers of the left he pointed to his heart, and
he said in a low voice:
A slight red foam appeared on the wounded man's lips, his eyes
opened widely, and stared unconsciously around. His out-stretched
fingers were stiff, and his whole frame terribly convulsed.
The clergyman bent down closer over him, and in a harsh rough
whisper muttered in his ear:
"The pit opens, the sulphurous flames ascend, you hear the
lamentations of endless torment, the supplications of the damned
that can no longer reach the Ear of Mercy; the light of heaven goes
out, and the outcast soul sinks into the dreadful horror, which no
living spirit can conceive, no living heart can imagine,--sinks, deeper,
deeper,--ever deeper."
The candidate was silent, he rose slowly, his eyes firmly fixed on
the face trembling in its death struggle; he drew back his hands and
stood with a cruel smile, calm and motionless.
The door of the next room was softly opened and a careful
footstep was heard.
The candidate started. With a great effort he compelled his
features to resume their usual expression of pious dignity; he folded
his hands on his breast, and turned his head towards the door.
"Ah! you are here, sir?" he said in a whisper, "I was busy in the
stable, but I heard the ladies had gone out, so I thought I would
come and look at my lieutenant. Lord God in heaven!" he cried,
suddenly rushing to the bed, "what is this? my lieutenant is dying!"
He seized the stiff hand of the sick man, and bent over the
apparently lifeless body.
"I fear the worst," said the candidate calmly, in a mild voice, full
of melancholy sympathy. "A violent cramp seized the poor young
man, and the breaking of a blood-vessel seems to have ended our
hopes. It was quick and sudden, whilst I was endeavouring to cheer
him by friendly converse, and spiritual consolation!"
"Margaret! Margaret!"
"My lieutenant is dying! for God's sake fetch the doctor quickly!"
cried Fritz Deyke as he went to meet her.
Margaret glanced hastily at the bed, saw the pale face and
streaming blood, and wringing her hands together, with a low outcry
hastened away.
Fritz Deyke knelt before the bed, and with a handkerchief wiped
away the blood from the lieutenant's mouth, repeating again and
again, "My God! my God! his poor mother!"
The candidate went into the adjoining room, and seized his hat;
then he suddenly determined to remain; he stood still for a moment,
and then seated himself so that he could see into the sick-room.
Margaret had hastened out; she knew the way that the surgeon
had taken with the ladies, and flew after him. She soon saw him
near the first houses of the little town. He had led the ladies to a
shady alley, and was taking leave of them, as he wished to return to
his other patients.
The young maiden was quite breathless when she reached him.
The surgeon looked at her with amazement, Helena's eyes were
fixed upon her in anxious fear.
"For God's sake, sir!" cried Margaret, struggling for breath enough
to bring out her words, "I think--I fear--the poor lieutenant--"
Helena rushed on first, and her flying feet scarcely touched the
ground. She uttered one cry when Margaret gave her terrible
message, then she fled with vacant eyes through the streets, until
she came to old Lohmeier's house, and flying up the stairs, reached
the lieutenant's room.
She paused for a moment at the threshold, sighed deeply, and
pressed both her hands against her breast. Then she opened the
door, and stood gazing on the young man's deathlike face. Nothing
had changed, and Fritz Deyke stood before him, carefully removing
the blood that streamed from his lips with a white handkerchief.
Fritz raised his head and turned round. When he saw Helena
standing there an image of silent despair, he comprehended that her
sorrow was greater than his own. He rose slowly, and said, in a low,
trembling voice,--
"I think the good God has called him; come, Miss Helena, if
anyone can awake him, you can!"
She sank upon her knees, and taking the lieutenant's hand
pressed it to her lips, breathing on it with her warm breath; her sad,
tearless eyes were fixed upon his face, and her lips sometimes
moved, repeating the same whispered words, "Oh! my God! let me
follow him!"
"No one can be of any use here but myself," he said energetically;
"the sick belong to me. Ladies must leave the room; if they are
wanted, I will call them."
Fritz gently pushed Madame von Wendenstein and her daughter
into the adjoining room; Helena rose quietly, and seated herself at
some distance.
The old surgeon now returned to the ladies. Scarcely had he left
the bed, when Helena returned to her place, and again taking the
hand strove to warm it with her breath.
"It is a frightful crisis," said the doctor; "I cannot understand its
cause, but alas! it leaves us little hope. We must be prepared for the
worst; but the heart still beats, and as long as there is a spark of life
a physician does not despair. There is really nothing to be done; if
nature does not help herself, our knowledge is powerless. But how,"
he continued, turning to the candidate, "did this alarming crisis come
on? My patient was perfectly quiet when I last saw him."
"He continued so," said the candidate, "for some time after I had
taken my place beside his bed; he awoke from a deep sleep, I gave
him some drink, and he appeared quite well; whilst I was
endeavouring to refresh his soul with spiritual consolation, a
convulsive movement came on, followed by this gush of blood. It
was quick and sudden."
"Well, well," said the surgeon, "what I hoped might proceed
gently and gradually has taken place suddenly, from a violent
nervous crisis setting free the blood collected in the vessels. It is
scarcely possible that this can have happened without causing
serious mischief, besides the frightful effect upon the nerves. Did
you talk to him much?" he asked, looking firmly at the candidate.
"Forgive me, sir," said the surgeon, in a brusque voice, shaking his
head, "I am not one of those who despise religion, and from my
heart I believe that all help comes from God; but in this case it really
would have been better to let him sleep."
"My God! my God!" cried Helena from the next room, in a loud,
half-frightened, half-joyful voice, "he lives, he wakes!"
They all hastened into the room; the physician went to the head
of the bed, whilst Helena still knelt and pressed the lieutenant's hand
to her lips.
He had opened his eyes, and turned a wondering look from one
face to another, as if surprised at the excitement he saw on every
countenance.
In trembling anxiety they all awaited the result. Helena's face was
as pale as marble; her soul lay in her eyes.
He did so immediately.
The young officer shook his head slightly, his eyes still fixed on
Helena.
The doctor again felt his pulse, laid his hand on his brow, and
listened attentively to his breathing.
Helena remained sitting near the bed, still holding the hand of her
beloved, still gazing upon him calm and motionless, the brilliancy of
perfect happiness on her pale features.
"Our patient must take this every hour," he said. "I hope he may
sleep quietly during the night; to-morrow, or the next day, we can
begin a strengthening diet, and if God continues to help us, we may
soon look for a rapid recovery."
Why did she withdraw it with a hasty movement of fear? Why did
an icy coldness stream from his fingers to her heart? Did she see the
involuntary look which flashed from his eyes when he approached
the bed, or was it that secret instinct which causes unexplained
sympathy and antipathy, often judging more truly than the longest
experience, the deepest knowledge of mankind, or the most prudent
reflection?
The physician and the candidate departed, and the ladies were
left alone with the invalid, who fell into a calm sleep.
And he thought to himself how pretty she would look in the rich
old farmhouse at Blechow, and how the elder Deyke would rejoice at
having such a housekeeper and daughter-in-law. What Margaret
thought was her own secret, but she looked supremely happy as she
served her father and his guest, and performed all the duties of an
attentive housewife, with the skill of an experienced hostess and the
grace of a lovely girl.
"You must not look upon it in that light, countess," said General
von Reischach; "on the contrary, I think the proceedings against
Count Clam Gallas will stop all evil mouths, for it will be an excellent
opportunity for stating the real causes of our defeat. When public