The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1892-01-15
'M0LTKE'S LOVE LINES.
NEW PROOF THAT THE TENDER
ARE THE DARING.

The Open HEART 81 Great and BrAve
MAN -Craf Won 1foltke's Letters TO
His Sweetheart. Mary nurt.
The German periodical, Ueber Land
and Meer, which secured the privilege Of
publishing the correspondence of the late
Field Marshall Count Helmuth Won
Moltke, has given to the world many ina.
!. portant letters Of the great strategist.
No letters. however, have been read with
mora interest than those to Mary Burt
| after the announcement Of their engage
ment. AS will be remembered, Moltke
married Miss Burt, and lived happily
with her for almost 30 years. Her death
was the hardest, saddest blow OF his
eventful life.s
9Here I am, my dear, dear little
Marie, wrote Moltke, at the time an Of
ficer of the general staff, stwo days in
Berlin without thee. The duties Of the
day have forced thy lovely face TO the
background of my soul.
Doch. wenn in unserer engen Zelle.
T)as Laempchen freundlich wiedcr hrennt.
Damn wird's i'm eigenen Iunern helle,
I'm Hcrzen. das slch selber kermit.
There thou liv'st in my thoughts. ]
see thy beautiful face, and feel that thy
soul is near me.
During the journey to this place !
| followed in fancy thine every step.
/ was with thee on the vessel. While
the e~nrass crossed the Prussian border
at sundown could see the black pillar
of smoke rise from the fields about
Itzehoe. Mamma, could nee greet thee
at the threshold. I could see the tea
table, with my empty place. could
hear the pleasant words about me, and
thy stories of experiences and adven-
lures in Hamburg. While thou slepst
our post wagon hurried along the Lin.
den.
sSweet, dear Marie, if thou look'st to-
ward the southern heavens about O.
o'clock in the evening thou wilt see
beautiful star rise above the horizon. Il
Is the star that my dead mother often adj
mired. I never saw it without thinking
OF her, and believe that it is my good
star. my star Of hope. Think then Of
ma.
Poor thing! Thou muat now make
the calls with mamma, which / expected
to make. It win often be thy fate to
heal the wounds that my secretive, I'M
friendly nature causes me to make. Yes,
thou art to be my good angel, and Ishall
try to become better In order to be
worthier OF thee.
Now. good night, dear Marie. Sleep
sweet and soft and think, upon awak.
ing, Of thy Helmuth.
Dear Marie. the great man wrote
again, "my letter OF the 9th had hardly
left my hands, think thou wilt receive
it to-day-when the postman gladdened
me with thy sweet missive of the 26th,
which read several times day.
Heartiest thanks for the detailed ac-
count Of thy daily duties can now
follow thee in spirit every hour. zee thee
in thy room, reading, in the kitchen, and
on the promenade. Perhaps thou art
now seated in my favorite place in the
garden, with the moon shining between
the branches Of the tree. Perhaps thou
art looking into the pale, heavenly face
which shines now 90 friendly through
my window and seems to bring me
greetings from thee.
aGood night. my sweet, dear, lovely
little Marie Sleep well, and may sweet
dreams visit thee God bless and keep
thee. shall write thee soon again The
postmaster viii become rich from us if
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