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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden
(1936)

Chapter XXV: All is over,   pp. 258-269 ff.


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z68                 Satan Came to Eden 
  "Oh, Frederick, let me get the message to them somehow!" 
  I think I even said the words aloud, for they were still in my 
ears when I heard my name called. It was Wittmer, on his way 
down to the beach. I knew now that my messages were safe and 
hastened into the house to write them out. 
  "Frederick is dead," I wrote to Captain Hancock. "Please
help 
me." 
  Quite calm again, I picked up a piece of embroidery which Fred- 
erick had designed for me, and went on working at it till the sun 
went down. The next day Herr Wittmer called again and said, 
"I'm sorry but your telegrams didn't go. The fishing-boat went 
past without calling at the Bay." 
  But I was undismayed. I knew that Frederick would not fail me. 
  Hardly had Wittmer sat down when visitors entered Friedo's 
garden. The Esperanza had called at the island and found the tele- 
grams, which they would immediately send out. They had come up 
to tell me so. I begged them to take me back with them, but they 
said that this was quite impossible for there was no accommodation, 
nor could they wait while I made even the shortest preparations. 
  When they had left, I felt disconsolate and weary, and cried 
myself to sleep that night. I had yet to learn that Frederick would 
never fail me. 
  After a black and almost sleepless night I got up sadly in the 
early morning. I went down to the clearing where, looking out 
across the sea, I now sent my morning greeting to Frederick. It 
was the 6th of December. The sun danced upon the smooth waters, 
the air was fresh and sweet. The sunlight, flashing on a mirror, drew 
my eyes toward the Beach. Some one was signaling to Friedo. 
  The Velero had come-the Velero! I could not believe my eyes. 
The telegram I sent could not yet have reached land, yet here was 
Captain Hancock come in answer to my call. 
  When I saw him coming up the path at Friedo, gratitude to him 
and Frederick overwhelmed me and I burst into a flood of tears. 
  Captain Hancock had, of course, received no word from me. But 
he had had a presentiment that all was not well with us, and so he 
had come, though it was close on Christmas time, when every Ameri- 
can prefers to be at home. 


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