Now they are satisfied."
The Englishman offered the statement that England was supplying all of
the Allies, including Russia, with cloth.
Sitting round the table under the lamp, the Commandant read a postcard
taken from the body of a dead German in the attack the night before.
There was a photograph with it, autographed. The photograph was of the
woman who had written the card. It began "Beloved Otto," and was
signed "Your loving wife, Hedwig."
This is the postcard:
"_Beloved Otto_: To-day your dear cards came, so full of anxiety
for us. So that now at last I know that you have received my
letters. I was convinced you had not. We have sent you so many
packages of things you may need. Have you got any of them? To-day I
have sent you my photograph. I wished to send a letter also instead
of this card, but I have no writing paper. All week I have been
busy with the children's clothing. We think of you always, dear
Otto. Write to us often. Greetings from your Hedwig and the
children."
So she was making clothing for the children and sending him little
packages. And Otto lay dead under the stars that night--dead of an
ideal, which is that a man must leave his family and all that he loves
and follow the beckoning finger of empire.
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