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EGBERT GUERNSEY.<br> +</p> + +<p>DEAR DOCTOR:</p> + +<p><i>I can never expect adequately to repay you for your many +valuable services to me and mine. Nevertheless, in recognition of +what you have been to us, allow me to dedicate this unpretentious +volume to you. I shall have more respect for my little stories if +in some way they are associated with your name</i>.</p> + +<p><i> Very sincerely yours</i>,</p> + +<p> HJALMAR H. +BOYESEN.</p> + +<p>NEW YORK, <i>January</i>, 1881.</p> +</div> + +<br> +<b>CONTENTS</b> + +<ul> +<li><b><a href='#Page_1'>ILKA ON THE HILL-TOP</a></b></li> + +<li><b><a href='#Page_41'>ANNUNCIATA</a></b></li> + +<li><b><a href='#Page_86'>UNDER THE GLACIER</a></b></li> + +<li><b><a href='#Page_127'>A KNIGHT OF DANNEBROG</a></b></li> + +<li><b><a href='#Page_180'>MABEL AND I</a></b></li> + +<li><b><a href='#Page_206'>HOW MR. STORM MET HIS +DESTINY</a></b></li> +</ul> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='ILKA_ON_THE_HILL_TOP'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_1'></a>ILKA ON THE HILL-TOP</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Mr. Julius Hahn and his son Fritz were on a summer journey in +the Tyrol. They had started from Mayrhofen early in the afternoon, +on two meek-eyed, spiritless farm horses, and they intended to +reach Ginzling before night-fall.</p> + +<p>There was a great blaze of splendor hidden somewhere behind the +western mountain-tops; broad bars of fiery light were climbing the +sky, and the châlets and the Alpine meadows shone in a soft +crimson illumination. The Zemmbach, which is of a choleric +temperament, was seething and brawling in its rocky bed, and now +and then sent up a fierce gust of spray, which blew like an icy +shower-bath, into the faces of the travellers.</p> + +<p>"<i>Ach, welch verfluchtes Wetter!</i>" cried Mr. Hahn +fretfully, wiping off the streaming perspiration. "I'll be blasted +if you catch me going to the Tyrol again for the sake of being +fashionable!"</p> + +<p>"But the scenery, father, the scenery!" exclaimed Fritz, +pointing toward a great, sun-flushed peak, which rose in majestic +isolation toward the north.</p> + +<p>"The scenery—bah!" growled the senior Hahn. "<a name= +'Page_2'></a>For scenery, recommend me to Saxon Switzerland, where +you may sit in an easy cushioned carriage without blistering your +legs, as I have been doing to-day in this blasted saddle."</p> + +<p>"Father, you are too fat," remarked the son, with a mischievous +chuckle.</p> + +<p>"And you promise fair to tread in my footsteps, son," retorted +the elder, relaxing somewhat in his ill-humor.</p> + +<p>This allusion to Mr. Fritz's prospective corpulence was not well +received by the latter. He gave his horse a smart cut of the whip, +which made the jaded animal start off at a sort of pathetic mazurka +gait up the side of the mountain.</p> + +<p>Mr. Julius Hahn was a person of no small consequence in Berlin. +He was the proprietor of the "Haute Noblesse" Concert garden, a +highly respectable place of amusement, which enjoyed the especial +patronage of the officers of the Royal Guard. Weissbeer, Bairisch, +Seidel, Pilzner, in fact all varieties of beer, and as connoisseurs +asserted, of exceptional excellence, could be procured at the +"Haute Noblesse;" and the most ingenious novelties in the way of +gas illumination, besides two military bands, tended greatly to +heighten the flavor of the beer, and to put the guests in a festive +humor. Mr. Hahn had begun life in a small way with a swallow-tail +coat, a white choker, and a napkin on his arm; his stock <a name= +'Page_3'></a>in trade, which he utilized to good purpose, was a +peculiarly elastic smile and bow, both of which he accommodated +with extreme nicety to the social rank of the person to whom they +were addressed. He could listen to a conversation in which he was +vitally interested, never losing even the shadow of an intonation, +with a blank neutrality of countenance which could only be the +result of a long transmission of ancestral inanity. He read the +depths of your character, divined your little foibles and vanities, +and very likely passed his supercilious judgment upon you, seeming +all the while the personification of uncritical humility.</p> + +<p>It is needless to say that Mr. Hahn picked up a good deal of +valuable information in the course of his career as a waiter; and +to him information meant money, and money meant power and a +recognized place in society. The diplomatic shrewdness which +enabled him to estimate the moral calibre of a patron served him +equally well in estimating the value of an investment. He had a +hundred subterranean channels of information, and his judgment as +to the soundness or unsoundness of a financial enterprise was +almost unerring. His little secret transactions on the Bourse, +where he had his <i>commissionaires</i>, always yielded him ample +returns; and when an opportunity presented itself, which he had +long foreseen, of buying a suburban garden at a bankrupt sale, he +found him<a name='Page_4'></a>self, at least preliminarily, at the +goal of his ambition. From this time forth, Mr. Hahn rose rapidly +in wealth and power. He kept his thumb, so to speak, constantly on +the public pulse, and prescribed amusements as unerringly as a +physician prescribes medicine, and usually, it must be admitted, +with better results. The "Haute Noblesse" became the favorite +resort of fashionable idlers, among whom the military element +usually pre-ponderated, and the flash of gilt buttons and the +rattle of swords and scabbards could always be counted on as the +unvarying accompaniment to the music.</p> + +<p>With all his prosperity, however, Mr. Hahn could not be called a +happy man. He had one secret sorrow, which, until within a year of +his departure for the Tyrol, had been a source of constant +annoyance: Mrs. Hahn, whom he had had the indiscretion to marry +before he had arrived at a proper recognition of his own worth, was +not his equal in intellect; in fact, she was conspicuously his +inferior. She had been chamber-maid in a noble family, and had +succeeded in marrying Mr. Hahn simply by the fact that she had made +up her mind not to marry him. Mr. Hahn, however, was not a man to +be baffled by opposition. When the pert Mariana had cut him three +times at a dancing-hall, he became convinced that she was the one +thing in the world which he needed to make his <a name= +'Page_5'></a>existence complete. After presenting him with a son, +Fritz, and three rather unlovely daughters, she had gradually lost +all her pertness (which had been her great charm) and had developed +into a stout, dropsical matron, with an abundance of domestic +virtues. Her principal trait of character had been a dogged, +desperate loyalty. She was loyal to her king, and wore golden +imitations of his favorite flowers as jewelry. She was loyal to Mr. +Hahn, too; and no amount of maltreatment could convince her that he +was not the best of husbands. She adored her former mistress and +would insist upon paying respectful little visits to her kitchen, +taking her children with her. This latter habit nearly drove her +husband to distraction. He stamped his feet, he tore his hair, he +swore at her, and I believe, he even struck her; but when the next +child was born,—a particularly wonderful one,—Mrs. Hahn +had not the strength to resist the temptation of knowing how the +new-born wonder would impress the Countess von Markenstein. Another +terrible scene followed. The poor woman could never understand that +she was no longer the wife of a waiter, and that she must not be +paying visits to the great folks in their kitchens.</p> + +<p>Another source of disturbance in Mr. Hahn's matrimonial +relations was his wife's absolute refusal to appear in the parquet +or the proscenium boxes in the theatre. In this matter her +resistance <a name='Page_6'></a>bordered on the heroic; neither +threats nor entreaties could move her.</p> + +<p>"Law, Julius," she would say, while the tears streamed down over +her plump cheeks, "the parquet and the big boxes are for the +gentlefolks, and not for humble people like you and me. I know my +place, Julius, and I don't want to be the laughing-stock of the +town, as I should be, if I went to the opera and sat where my lady +the Countess, and the other fine ladies sit. I should feel like a +fool, too, Julius, and I should cry my eyes out when I got +home."</p> + +<p>It may easily be conjectured that Mr. Hahn's mourning covered a +very light heart when the dropsy finally carried off this loving +but troublesome spouse. Nor did he make any secret of the fact that +her death was rather a relief to him, while on the other hand he +gave her full credit for all her excellent qualities. Fritz, who +was in cordial sympathy with his father's ambition for social +eminence, had also learned from him to be ashamed of his mother, +and was rather inclined to make light of the sorrow which he +actually felt, when he saw the cold earth closing over her.</p> + +<p>At the time when he made his summer excursion in the Tyrol, +Fritz was a stout blond youth of two and twenty. His round, sleek +face was not badly modelled, but it had neither the rough openness, +characteristic of a peasant, nor yet that inde<a name= +'Page_7'></a>finable finish which only culture can give. In spite +of his jaunty, fashionable attire, you would have put him down at +once as belonging to what in the Old World is called "the middle +class." His blue eyes indicated shrewdness, and his red cheeks +habitual devotion to the national beverage. He was apparently a +youth of the sort that Nature is constantly turning out by the +thousand—mere weaker copies of progenitors, who by an +unpropitious marriage have enfeebled instead of strengthening the +type. Circumstances might have made anything of him in a small way; +for, as his countenance indicated, he had no very pronounced +proclivities, either good or bad. He had spent his boyhood in a +gymnasium, where he had had greater success in trading jack-knives +than in grappling with Cicero. He had made two futile attempts to +enter the Berlin University, and had settled down to the conviction +that he had mistaken his calling, as his tastes were military +rather than scholarly; but, as he was too old to rectify this +mistake, he had chosen to go to the Tyrol in search of pleasure +rather than to the Military Academy in search of distinction.</p> + +<p>At the mouth of the great ravine of Dornauberg the travellers +paused and dismounted. Mr. Hahn called the guide, who was following +behind with a horse laden with baggage, and with his assistance a +choice repast, consisting of all manner of cold <a name= +'Page_8'></a>curiosities, was served on a large flat rock. The +senior Hahn fell to work with a will and made no pretence of being +interested in the sombre magnificence of the Dornauberg, while +Fritz found time for an occasional exclamation of rapture, flavored +with caviar, Rhine wine, and <i>paté de foie gras</i>.</p> + +<p>"<i>Ach, Gott</i>, Fritz, what stuff you can talk!" grumbled his +father, sipping his Johannisberger with the air of a connoisseur. +"When I was of your age, Fritz, I had— hush, what is +that?"</p> + +<p>Mr. Hahn put down his glass with such an energy that half of the +precious contents was spilled.</p> + +<p>"<i>Ach, du lieber Gott</i>," he cried a moment later. "<i>Wie +wunderschön</i>!"</p> + +<p>From a mighty cliff overhanging the road, about a hundred feet +distant, came a long yodling call, peculiar to the Tyrol, sung in a +superb ringing baritone. It soared over the mountain peaks and died +away somewhere among the Ingent glaciers. And just as the last +faint note was expiring, a girl's voice, fresh and clear as a +dew-drop, took it up and swelled it and carolled it until, from +sheer excess of delight, it broke into a hundred leaping, rolling, +and warbling tones, which floated and gambolled away over the +highlands, while soft-winged echoes bore them away into the wide +distance.</p> + +<p>"Father," said Fritz, who was now lying outstretched on a soft +Scotch plaid smoking the most <a name='Page_9'></a>fragrant of +weeds; "if you can get those two voices to the 'Haute Noblesse,' +for the next season it is ten thousand thalers in your pocket; and +I shall only charge you ten per cent. for the suggestion."</p> + +<p>"Suggestion, you blockhead! Why, the thought flashed through my +head the very moment I heard the first note. But hush—there +they are again."</p> + +<p>From the cliff, sung to the air of a Tyrolese folk-song, came +this stanza:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tell me, Ilka on the +hill-top,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>While the Alpine breezes +blow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Are thy golden locks as +golden</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As they were a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>(Yodle) +Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho! +Hohlio-oh!</span><br> + + +<p>The effect of the yodle, in which both the baritone of the cliff +and the Alpine soprano united, was so melodious that Mr. Hahn +sprang to his feet and swore an ecstatic oath, while Fritz, from +sheer admiring abstraction, almost stuck the lighted end of his +cigar into his mouth. The soprano answered:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tell me, Hänsel in the +valley,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>While the merry cuckoos +crow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Is thy bristly beard as +bristly</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As it was a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho! +Hohli-oh!</span><br> + + +<p><a name='Page_10'></a>The yodling refrain this time was arch, +gay—full of mocking laughter and mirth. Then the responsive +singing continued:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Hänsel</i>: Tell me, Ilka +on the hill-top,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>While the crimson glaciers +glow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>Are thine eyes as blue and +beaming</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>As they were a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli, etc.</span><br> +<br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Ilka</i>: +Hänsel, Hänsel in the valley</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>I will tell you true;</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>If mine eyes are blue and +beaming,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>What is that, I pray, to +you?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli, etc.</span><br> +<br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Hänsel</i>: Tell me, +Ilka on the hill-top,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>While the blushing roses +blow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>Are thy lips as sweet for +kissing</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>As they were a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli, etc.</span><br> +<br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Ilka</i>: +Naughty Hänsel in the valley,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>Naughty Hänsel, tell me +true,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>If my lips are sweet for +kissing,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>What is that, I pray, to +you?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli, etc.</span><br> +<br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Hänsel</i>: Tell me, +Ilka on the hill-top,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>While the rivers seaward +flow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>Is thy heart as true and +loving</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>As it was a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli, etc.</span><br> +<a name='Page_11'></a> <br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Ilka</i>: +Dearest Hänsel in the valley,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>I will tell you, tell you +true.</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>Yes, my heart is ever +loving,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 6em;'>True and loving unto +you!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'><i>Both</i>: +Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 5em;'> Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho! +Hohli-oh!</span><br> + + +<p>For a few moments their united voices seemed still to be +quivering in the air, then to be borne softly away by the echoes +into the cool distance of the glaciers. A solitary thrush began to +warble on a low branch of a stunted fir-tree, and a grasshopper +raised its shrill voice in emulation. The sun was near its setting; +the bluish evening shadows crept up the sides of the ice-peaks, +whose summits were still flushed with expiring tints of purple and +red.</p> + +<p>Mr. Hahn rose, yawned and stretched his limbs. Fritz threw the +burning stump of his cigar into the depths of the ravine, and stood +watching it with lazy interest while it fell. The guide cleared +away the remnants of the repast and began to resaddle the +horses.</p> + +<p>"Who was that girl we heard singing up on the Alp?" said Mr. +Hahn, with well-feigned indifference, as he put his foot in the +stirrup and made a futile effort to mount. "Curse the mare, why +don't you make her stand still?"</p> + +<p>"Pardon, your honor," answered the guide stolidly; "but she +isn't used to the saddle. The<a name='Page_12'></a> girl's name is +Ilka on the Hill-top. She is the best singer in all the +valley."</p> + +<p>"Ilka on the Hill-top! How—where does she live?"</p> + +<p>"She lives on a farm called the Hill-top, a mile and a half from +Mayrhofen."</p> + +<p>"And the man who answered—is he her sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, your honor. They have grown up together, and they mean to +marry some time, when they get money enough to buy out the old +woman."</p> + +<p>"And what did you say his name was?"</p> + +<p>"Hänsel the Hunter. He is a garnet polisher by trade, +because his father was that before him; but he is a good shot and +likes roving in the woods better than polishing stones."</p> + +<p>"Hm," grumbled Mr. Hahn, mounting with a prodigious effort.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>It was in the autumn of 1863, only a few weeks after Mr. Hahn's +visit to Ginzling and Dornauberg. There were war and rumors of war +in the air. The Austrians and the Prussians were both mobilizing +army-corps after army-corps, and all the Tyrolese youth, liable to +service, were ordered to join their regiments. The +Schleswig-Holstein question was being violently debated in the +German and the<a name='Page_13'></a> English press, the former +clamoring for blood, the latter counselling moderation. The Danish +press was as loud-mouthed as any, and, if the battles could have +been fought with words, would no doubt have come out +victorious.</p> + +<p>It had been a sad day at the Hill-top. Early in the morning +Hänsel, with a dozen other young fellows of the neighborhood, +had marched away to the music of fife and drum, and there was no +knowing when they would come back again. A dismal whitish fog had +been hovering about the fields all day long, but had changed toward +evening into a fine drizzling rain,—one of those slow, +hopeless rains that seem to have no beginning and no end. Old +Mother Uberta, who, although she pretended to be greatly displeased +at Ilka's matrimonial choice, persisted in holding her responsible +for all her lover's follies, had been going about the house +grumbling and scolding since the early dawn.</p> + +<p>"Humph," said Mother Uberta, as she lighted a pine-knot and +stuck it into a crack in the wall (for it was already dark, and +candles were expensive), "it is a great sin and shame—the lad +is neither crooked nor misshapen—the Lord has done well +enough by him, Heaven knows; and yet never a stroke of work has he +done since his poor father went out of the world as naked as he +came into it. A shiftless, fiddling, and galavanting set they have +always been, and me then as has only this one<a name='Page_14'></a> +lass, givin' her away, with my eyes wide open, into misery."</p> + +<p>Ilka, who was sitting before the open fire-place mingling her +furtive tears with the wool she was carding, here broke into a loud +sob, and hid her face in her hands.</p> + +<p>"You always say mean things to me, mother, when Hänsel is +away," sobbed she, "but when he is here, you let on as if you liked +him ever so much."</p> + +<p>The mother recognized this as a home-thrust, and wisely kept +silent. She wet her finger-tips, twirled the thread, stopped the +wheel, inspected some point in its mechanism with a scowl of +intense preoccupation, and then spun on again with a severe +concentration of interest as if lovers were of small consequence +compared to spinning-wheels. Mother Uberta was a tall, stately +woman of fifty, with a comely wrinkled face, and large, +well-modelled features. You saw at once that life was a serious +business to her, and that she gave herself no quarter.</p> + +<p>"Humph!" she began after awhile with that indefinable +interjection of displeasure which defies all spelling. "You talk +like the witless creature that you are. Didn't I tell the lad, two +years ago, Michaelmas was, that the day he could pay off the +mortgage on the farm, he should have you and the farm too? And +eight hundred and fifty florins<a name='Page_15'></a> oughtn't to +frighten a man as has got the right spirit in him. And there was +Ruodi of Gänzelstein, as has got a big farm of his own, and +Casper Thinglen with fifteen hundred a-comin' to him when his +grandfather dies; and you sendin' them both off with worse grace +than if they had been beggars askin' you for a shillin'. Now, stop +your snivellin' there, I tell you. You are like your poor sainted +father,—God bless him where he lies,—he too used to +cry, likely enough, if a flea bit him."</p> + +<p>At this moment Mother Uberta's monologue was interrupted by a +loud rapping on the door; she bent down to attach the unfinished +thread properly, but before she had completed this delicate +operation, the door was opened, and two men entered. Seeing that +they were strangers she sent them a startled glance, which +presently changed into one of defiance. The fire was low, and the +two men stood but dimly defined in the dusky light; but their city +attire showed at once that they were not Tyrolese. And Mother +Uberta, having heard many awful tales of what city-dressed men were +capable of doing, had a natural distrust of the species.</p> + +<p>"And pray, sir, what may your errand be?" she asked sternly, +taking the burning pine-knot from its crack and holding it close to +the face of the tallest stranger.</p> + +<p>"My name is Hahn, madam," answered the<a name='Page_16'></a> +person whose broad expanse of countenance was thus suddenly +illuminated, "and this is my son, Mr. Fritz Hahn. Allow me to +assure you, madam, that our errand here is a most peaceful and +friendly one, and that we deeply regret it, if our presence +incommodes you."</p> + +<p>"Ilka, light the candles," said Mother Uberta, sullenly. "And +you," she continued, turning again to Mr. Hahn, "find yourself a +seat, until we can see what you look like."</p> + +<p>"What a vixen of an old woman!" whispered the proprietor of the +"Haute Noblesse" to his son, as they seated themselves on the hard +wooden bench near the window.</p> + +<p>"Small chance for the 'Haute Noblesse,' I fear," responded +Fritz, flinging his travelling cap on the clean-scoured deal +table.</p> + +<p>Ilka, who in the meanwhile had obeyed her mother's injunction, +now came forward with two lighted tallow dips, stuck in shining +brass candle-sticks, and placed them on the table before the +travellers. She made a neat little courtesy before each of them, to +which they responded with patronizing nods.</p> + +<p>"<i>Parbleu! Elle est charmante</i>!" exclaimed Fritz, fixing a +bold stare on the girl's blushing face.</p> + +<p>"<i>Bien charmante</i>," replied Mr. Hahn, who took a great +pride in the little French he had picked up when he carried a +napkin over his shoulder.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_17'></a>And indeed, Ilka was <i>charmante</i> as +she stood there in the dim candle-light, her great innocent eyes +dilated with child-like wonder, her thick blond braids hanging over +her shoulders, and the picturesque Tyrolese costume—a black +embroidered velvet waist, blue apron, and short black +skirt—setting off her fine figure to admirable advantage. She +was a tall, fresh-looking girl, of stately build, without being +stout, with a healthy blooming countenance and an open, guileless +expression. Most people would have pronounced her beautiful, but +her beauty was of that rudimentary, unindividualized kind which is +found so frequently among the peasantry of all nations. To Fritz +Hahn, however who was not a philosophical observer, she seemed the +most transcendent phenomenon his eyes had ever beheld.</p> + +<p>"To make a long story short, madam," began Mr. Hahn after a +pause, during which Mother Uberta had been bristling silently while +firing defiant glances at the two strangers, "I am the proprietor +of a great establishment in Berlin—the 'Haute +Noblesse'—you may have heard of it."</p> + +<p>"No, I never heard of it," responded Mother Uberta, +emphatically, as if anxious to express her disapproval, on general +principles, of whatever statements Mr. Hahn might choose to +make.</p> + +<p>"Well, well, madam," resumed the latter, a trifle disconcerted, +"it makes very little difference<a name='Page_18'></a> whether you +have heard of it or not. I see, however, that you are a woman of +excellent common sense, and I will therefore be as brief as +possible—avoid circumlocutions, so to speak."</p> + +<p>"Yes, exactly," said Mother Uberta, nodding impatiently, as if +eager to help him on.</p> + +<p>"Madame Uberta,—for that, as I understand, is your honored +name,—would you like to get one thousand florins?"</p> + +<p>"That depends upon how I should get 'em," answered the old woman +sharply. "I shouldn't like to get 'em by stealin'."</p> + +<p>"I mean, of course, if you had honestly earned them," said +Hahn.</p> + +<p>"I am afeard honesty with you and with me ain't exactly the same +thing."</p> + +<p>Mr. Hahn was about to swear, but mindful of his cherished +enterprise, he wisely refrained.</p> + +<p>"I beg leave to inform you, Madame Uberta," he observed, "that +it is gentlemen of honor you have to deal with, and that whatever +proposals they may make you will be of an honorable character."</p> + +<p>"And I am very glad to hear that, I am sure," responded the +undaunted Uberta.</p> + +<p>"Three weeks ago, when we were travelling in this region," +continued Hahn, determined not to allow his temper to be ruffled, +"we heard a most wonderful voice yodling in the mountains. We went +away, but have now returned, and having<a name='Page_19'></a> +learned that the voice was your daughter's, we have come here to +offer her a thousand florins if she will sing her native Tyrolese +airs for eight weeks at our Concert Garden, the 'Haute +Noblesse.'"</p> + +<p>"One thousand florins for eight weeks, mother!" exclaimed Ilka, +who had been listening to Hahn's speech with breathless interest. +"Then I could pay off the mortgage and we should not have to pay +interest any more, and I should have one hundred and fifty florins +left for my dowry."</p> + +<p>"Hush, child, hush! You don't know what you are talkin' about," +said the mother severely. Then turning to Hahn: "I should like to +put one question to both of you, and when you have answered that, +I'll give my answer, which there is no wrigglin' out of. If the old +woman went along, would ye <i>then</i> care so much about the +singin' of the daughter?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly, by all means," responded Hahn promptly; but Fritz +was so absorbed in polishing his finger-nails with a little +instrument designed especially for that purpose, that he forgot to +answer.</p> + +<p>A long consultation now followed, and the end of it was that +Ilka agreed to go to Berlin and sing for eight weeks, in her +national costume, on condition that her travelling expenses and +those of her mother should be defrayed by the manager. Mr. Hahn +also agreed to pay for the board and lodg<a name='Page_20'></a>ings +of the two women during their sojourn in the capital and to pay +Ilka the one thousand florins (and this was a point upon which +Mother Uberta strenuously insisted) in weekly instalments.</p> + +<p>The next day the contract was drawn up in legal form, properly +stamped and signed; whereupon Mother Uberta and Ilka started with +Hahn and Fritz for Berlin.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>The restaurant of the "Haute Noblesse" was a splendid specimen +of artistic decoration. The walls were frescoed with all sorts of +marvellous hunting scenes, which Fritz had gradually incorporated +in his own autobiography. Here stags were fleeing at a furious +speed before a stout young gentleman on horseback, who was +levelling his deadly aim at them; there the same stout young +gentleman, with whiskers and general appearance slightly altered, +was standing behind a big tree, firing at a hare who was coming +straight toward him, pursued by a pack of terrible hounds; again, +on a third wall, the stout young gentleman had undergone a further +metamorphosis which almost endangered his identity; he was standing +at the edge of a swamp, and a couple of ducks were making +somersaults in the air, as they fluttered with bruised wings down +to where the dogs stood ex<a name='Page_21'></a>pecting them; on +wall number four, which contained the <i>chef-d'oeuvre</i> of the +collection, the young Nimrod, who everywhere bore a more or less +remote resemblance to Fritz Hahn, was engaged in a mortal combat +with a wild boar, and was performing miraculous feats of strength +and prowess. The next room,—to which it was, for some unknown +reason, deemed a high privilege to be admitted,—was +ornamented with a variety of trophies of the chase, which were +intended, no doubt, as incontestable proofs of the veracity of the +frescoed narrative. There were stuffed stags' heads crowned with +enormous antlers (of a species, as a naturalist asserted, which is +not found outside of North America), heads of bears, the insides of +whose mouths were painted in the bloodiest of colors, and boars, +whose upward-pointed tusks gave evidence of incredible +blood-thirstiness. Even the old clock in the corner (a piece of +furniture which every customer took pains to assure Mr. Hahn that +he envied him) had a frame of curiously carved and intertwisted +antlers, the ingenious workmanship of which deserved all the +admiration which it received. Mr. Hahn had got it for a song at an +auction somewhere in the provinces; but the history of the clock +which Fritz told omitted mentioning this incident.</p> + +<p>In this inner room on the 19th of April, 1864, Mr. Hahn and his +son were holding a solemn con<a name='Page_22'></a>sultation. The +news of the fall of Düppel, and the consequent conquest of all +Schleswig, had just been received, and the capital was in a fever +of warlike enthusiasm. That two great nations like the Prussians +and the Austrians, counting together more than fifty millions, +could conquer poor little Denmark, with its two millions, seemed at +that time a great and glorious feat, and the conquerors have never +ceased to be proud of it. Mr. Hahn, of course, was overflowing with +loyalty and patriotism, which, like all his other sentiments, he +was anxious to convert into cash. He had therefore made +arrangements for a <i>Siegesfest</i>, on a magnificent scale, which +was to take place on the second of May, when the first regiments of +the victorious army were expected in Berlin. It was the details of +this festival which he and Fritz had been plotting in the back room +at the restaurant, and they were both in a state of agreeable +agitation at the thought of the tremendous success which would, no +doubt, result from their combined efforts. It was decided that +Ilka, whom by various pretexts Mr. Hahn had managed to detain in +Berlin through the whole winter, should appear in a highly +fantastic costume as Germania, and sing "Die Wacht am Rhein" and +"Heil dir im Siegeskranz," as a greeting to the returning warriors. +If the weather proved favorable, the garden was to be brilliantly +illuminated, and the likenesses of King Wilhelm, <a name= +'Page_23'></a>Bismarck, and von Moltke were to appear in gas-jets, +each surmounting a triumphal arch, which was to be erected in front +of the stage and at the two entrances to the garden.</p> + +<p>"As regards that Tyrolese wench," said Fritz, as he lighted a +fresh cigar, "are you sure we can persuade her to don the Germania +costume? She seems to have some pretty crooked notions on some +points, and the old woman, you know, is as balky as a stage +horse."</p> + +<p>"Leave that to me, Fritzchen, leave that to me," replied the +father, confidently. "I know how to manage the women. Thirty years' +practice, my dear—thirty years' practice goes for more in +such matters than a stripling like you can imagine."</p> + +<p>This remark, for some reason, seemed to irritate Mr. Fritz +exceedingly. He thrust his hands deeply into his pockets, and began +to stalk up and down the floor with a sullen, discontented air.</p> + +<p>"Aha! you old fox," he muttered to himself, "you have been +hunting on my preserves. But I'll catch you in your own trap, as +sure as my name is Fritz."</p> + +<p>"The sly young rascal!" thought Mr. Hahn; "you have been +sniffing in your father's cupboard, have you?"</p> + +<p>"Fritz, my dear," he said aloud, stretching himself with a long, +hypocritical yawn, "it is ridiculous for two fellows like you and +me to wear masks<a name='Page_24'></a> in each other's presence. We +don't care a straw for the whole <i>Sieges</i> business, do we, +Fritz, except for the dollars and cents of it? I am deucedly +sleepy, and I am going to bed."</p> + +<p>"And so am I, father dear," responded Fritz, with a sudden +outburst of affection. "Yes, yes, father," he continued heartily, +"you and I understand each other. I am a chip of the old block, I +am—he, he!"</p> + +<p>And with the most effusive cordiality this affectionate parent +and son separated, with the avowed purpose of seeking oblivion in +slumber, in their respective apartments.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I have been doing the old fellow injustice, after all," +thought Fritz, as he clasped his father's hand once more at the +bottom of the staircase.</p> + +<p>"The young gosling hasn't ventured into such deep water as I +thought," murmured the happy father, as he stood listening to +Fritz's footsteps re-echoing through the empty corridors.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Mr. Hahn, Sr., having satisfied himself as to his son's +sincerity, retired to his private chamber; not for the purpose of +going to rest, however, but in order to make an elaborate toilet, +having completed which, he hailed a droschke and drove to<a name= +'Page_25'></a> an obscure little street in the Friedrich-Wilhelm +Stadt, where he ordered the coachman to stop. As he was preparing +to dismount, he saw to his astonishment another droschke driving +away from the door which he was intending to enter.</p> + +<p>"Hm," growled Hahn, "if she has been making acquaintances, she +isn't the girl I took her for. But there are other people living in +the house, and the visit may not have been for her."</p> + +<p>Clinging fondly to this hope, he climbed with wary steps two +flights of dark and narrow stairs, which was no easy feat for an +elderly gentleman of his bulk. As he reached the second landing, +panting and breathless, he found himself in violent contact with +another person, who, like himself, seemed to be fumbling for the +bell-handle.</p> + +<p>"Beg your pardon, sir," said a voice in the dark.</p> + +<p>"What, you sneaking young villain!" cried Hahn in great wrath +(for the voice was only too familiar to him); "I might have known +you were up to some devilish trick, or you wouldn't—"</p> + +<p>Here the senior Hahn choked, and was seized with a violent +coughing fit.</p> + +<p>"You miserable old sinner!" hissed Fritz; "the devil has already +got his finger on your throat."</p> + +<p>This was too much for Mr. Hahn; he made a rush for his rival, +and in a moment he and Fritz were grappling furiously in the dark. +It seemed<a name='Page_26'></a> about an even chance who was to be +precipitated down the steep staircase; but just as the father was +within an inch of the dangerous edge, the hall door was torn open, +and Mother Uberta, followed by Ilka with a lamp in her hand, sprang +forward, grasped the combatants in her strong arms and flung them +against the opposite wall. They both fell on the floor, but each +managed, without serious injury, to extricate himself from the +other's embrace.</p> + +<p>"You are a fine, well-behaved lot, you are!" broke out Mother +Uberta, planting herself, with arms akimbo, in front of the two +culprits, and dispensing her adjectives with equal liberality to +both.</p> + +<p>"It was a mistake, madam, I assure you," said Hahn huskily, as +he pulled out his handkerchief, and began to whip the dust off his +trowsers.</p> + +<p>The wreath of thin hair which he had carefully combed, so as to +make the nakedness of his crown less conspicuous, was bristling +toward all the points of the compass. His tall hat had gone on an +independent journey down the stairs, and was heard tumbling +deliberately from step to step. Fritz, who had recovered himself +much more rapidly, seemed to have forgotten that he had himself +borne any part in the disgraceful scene; he looked at his father +with kind of a pitying superiority, and began to assist him in the +repair of his toilet, with the air of an officious outsider, all of +which the crest-fallen<a name='Page_27'></a> father endured with +great fortitude. He seemed only anxious to explain the situation to +the two women, who were still viewing him with marked +disapproval.</p> + +<p>"It was all a mistake, madam—a great mistake," he kept +repeating.</p> + +<p>"A great mistake!" ejaculated Mother Uberta, contemptuously. +"This isn't a time to be makin' mistakes outside the door of two +lonely women."</p> + +<p>"It is fifteen minutes past nine," said Hahn meekly, pulling a +corpulent gold watch from the pocket of his waistcoat.</p> + +<p>"Madam," said Fritz, without the slightest air of apology, "I +came here to consult you on a matter of business, which would bear +no delay."</p> + +<p>"Exactly, exactly," interrupted Hahn eagerly. "So did I, a +matter of business which would bear no delay."</p> + +<p>"Well, <i>Väterchen</i>, we are simple countrywomen, and we +don't understand city manners. But if you want to see me on +business, I shall be at home to-morrow at twelve o'clock."</p> + +<p>So saying, Mother Uberta slammed the door in the faces of her +visitors, and left them to grope their way in the dark down the +steep stairway. It was highly characteristic, both of the senior +and the junior Hahn, that without a word of explanation they drove +home amicably in the same droschke.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_28'></a>Ilka's engagement at the "Haute Noblesse" +in the autumn had proved a great success, and Mother Uberta, who +was never averse to earning money, had, without difficulty, been +persuaded to remain in Berlin during the winter, on condition of +the renewal of their contract for another six weeks in the spring. +Ilka was in the meanwhile to take lessons in singing at Hahn's +expense, possibly with a view to future distinction as a prima +donna of the opera. Her <i>maestro</i> had told her repeatedly that +she had naturally a better voice than Nilsson, and that, if she +could dry up for ever her fountain of tears, she might become a +great <i>artiste</i>. For Ilka had the deplorable habit of crying +on very slight provocation. The <i>maestro</i>, with his wild hair, +his long, polished nails, and his frantic gesticulations, +frightened and distressed her; she thought and spoke of him as a +kind of curious animal, and nothing could persuade her that he and +she belonged to the same species. Nor did Mr. Hahn and Fritz seem +to her more than half human. Their constant presents and attentions +sometimes annoyed, and frequently alarmed her. She could not rid +herself of the apprehension, that behind their honeyed words and +manners they were hiding some sinister purpose. She could not +comprehend how her mother could talk so freely and fearlessly with +them. She thought of Hänsel, who was away in the war, and many +an evening she stood outside<a name='Page_29'></a> the +telegraph-office with a quaking heart, waiting for the bulletin +with the names of the dead and the wounded; but Hänsel's name +was never among them. And many a night she lay awake, yearning for +Hänsel, praying for him, and blessing him. She seemed to hear +his gay and careless laugh ringing from Alp to Alp—how +different from the polite smirk of the junior, the fat grin of the +senior Hahn! She saw his tall, agile figure standing upon a rock +leaning upon his gun, outlined against the blue horizon,—and +she heard his strong clear voice yodling and calling to her from +afar. It is not to be wondered at that Ilka did not thrive in +Berlin as well as her mother did; just as the tender-petaled alpine +rose can only breathe the cool breezes of its native mountains, and +withers and droops if transplanted to a garden.</p> + +<p>Mother Uberta was by no means blind to the fact that both Fritz +and his father had designs on her daughter, and having convinced +herself that their prosperity rested on a solid basis, she was not +disinclined to favor their suits. The only difficulty was to make a +choice between them; and having ascertained that Fritz was entirely +dependent upon his father's bounty, she quickly decided in favor of +the father. But she was too wise to allow Mr. Hahn to suspect that +he was a desirable son-in-law, being rather addicted to the belief +that men only worship what seems utterly beyond their reach.<a +name='Page_30'></a> Ilka, it is needless to say, was not a party to +these speculations; to her the Hahns appeared equally undesirable +in any capacity whatsoever.</p> + +<p>As for the proprietor of the "Haute Noblesse," I believe he was +suffering from an honest infatuation. He admired Ilka's face, he +admired her neck, her figure, her voice, her ankles as displayed by +the short Tyrolese skirt; he wandered about in a sort of frenzy of +unrest, and was never happy except in her presence. That a certain +amount of speculation entered into love's young dream, I cannot +positively deny; but, on the whole, the emotion was as sincere as +any that Mr. Hahn's bosom had ever harbored. Whether he should +allow her to sing in public after she had become his wife was a +point about which he sometimes worried, but which he ended by +deciding in the affirmative. It was a splendid investment for the +"Haute Noblesse."</p> + +<p>Mr. Fritz's matrimonial speculations took a somewhat different +turn. He raved to his friends about the perfection of Ilka's +physical development; talked about her "points" as if she had been +a horse. So much of cynicism always mingled with his ardor that his +devotion could hardly be dignified by the name of love. He was +convinced that if he could keep Ilka for some years in Berlin and +persuade her to continue cultivating her voice, she would some day +be a great prima donna.<a name='Page_31'></a> And Fritz had an idea +that prima donnas always grew immensely rich, and married worthless +husbands whom they allowed great liberties in financial matters. +Fritz had no objection to playing this subordinate part, as long as +he could be sure of "having a good time." Beyond this point his +ambition had never extended. In spite of his great confidence in +his own irresistibility, and his frequent boasts of the favors he +had received from the maiden of his choice, he knew in his heart +that his wooing had so far been very unprosperous, and that the +prospects for the future were not encouraging. Ilka could never rid +herself of the impression that Fritz was to be taken very +seriously,—that, in fact, there was something almost awful +about him. She could laugh at old Hahn's jokes, and if he attempted +to take liberties she could push him away, or even give him a slap +on his broad back. But Fritz's talk frightened her by its very +unintelligibility; his mirth seemed terrible; it was like hearing a +man laugh in his sleep; and his touch made her shudder.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>V.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>The return of the first regiments of the united armies was +delayed until after the middle of May, and the <i>Siegesfest</i> +accordingly had to be postponed. But the delay was rather in Mr. +Hahn's favor, as it<a name='Page_32'></a> gave him ample time to +perfect his arrangements, so that, when the day arrived, the "Haute +Noblesse" presented a most brilliant appearance. Vividly colored +transparencies, representing the most sanguinary battle scenes in +more or less fictitious surroundings were suspended among the +trees; Danish officers were seen in all sorts of humble attitudes, +surrendering their swords or begging for mercy, while the Prussian +and Austrian heroes, maddened with warlike fury, stormed onward in +the path of glory and victory. The gas-jet programme, with the +royal and military portraits, was carried out to perfection; and +each new wonder was hailed with immense enthusiasm by the assembled +multitude. Innumerable Chinese lanterns glimmered throughout the +garden, and from time to time red, white, and blue magnesium lights +sent up a great blaze of color among the trees, now making the +budding leaves blush crimson, now silvering them, as with +hoar-frost, or illuminating their delicate tracery with an intense +blue which shone out brilliantly against the nocturnal sky. Even +the flower-beds were made to participate in the patriotic frenzy; +and cunning imitations, in colored glass, of tulips, lilies, and +roses, with little gas-jets concealed in their chalices, were +scattered among the natural flowers, which looked like ghosts of +their real selves among the splendid counterfeits. In order to tune +the audience into perfect accord<a name='Page_33'></a> with the +occasion, Mr. Hahn had also engaged three monster bands, which, +since early in the afternoon, had been booming forth martial +melodies from three different platforms draped in national +banners.</p> + +<p>The hour was now approaching when Germania was to lift up her +voice to celebrate the glorious achievements of her sons. The +audience, which consisted largely of soldiers and officers, were +thronging forward to the tribune where she was advertised to +appear, and the waiters, who had difficulty in supplying the +universal demand for beer, had formed a line from the bar to the +platform, along which the foam-crowned schooners were passing in +uninterrupted succession. Fritz, who was fond of fraternizing with +the military profession, had attached himself to a young soldier in +Austrian uniform with the iron cross upon his bosom. They were +seated amicably together at a small table near the stage, and the +soldier, by liberal treats of beer, had been induced to relate some +of his adventures in the war. He was a tall, robust man, with a +large blonde mustache and an open, fearless countenance. He talked +very modestly about his own share in the victories, and cooled +Fritz's enthusiasm by the extreme plainness of his statements.</p> + +<p>"It was rather an uneven game at the start," he said. "They were +so few and we were so<a name='Page_34'></a> many. We couldn't have +helped whipping them, even if we had done worse than we did."</p> + +<p>"You don't mean to say that we were not brave," responded Fritz, +with an ardor which was more than half feigned.</p> + +<p>"No, I don't say that," said the warrior, gravely. "We were +brave, and so were they. Therefore the numbers had to decide +it."</p> + +<p>He emptied his glass and rose to go.</p> + +<p>"No, wait a moment," urged Fritz, laying hold of his arm. "Take +another glass. You must stay and hear Germania. She is to sing 'Die +Wacht am Rhein' and 'Heil dir in Siegeskranz'."</p> + +<p>"Very well," answered the soldier, seating himself again. "I +have furlough for to-night, and I can stay here as well as +anywhere."</p> + +<p>Two more glasses were ordered, and presently arrived.</p> + +<p>"Listen!" began Fritz, leaning confidentially across the table. +"I suppose you have a sweetheart?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I have, God bless her," replied the other simply, "though +I haven't seen her these six months, and not heard from her, +either. She isn't much of a hand for writing, and, somehow, I never +could get the right crooks on the letters."</p> + +<p>"Here's to her health," said Fritz, lifting his glass and +touching it to that of his companion.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_35'></a>With all my heart," responded the latter, +and drained the beer mug at one draught.</p> + +<p>They sat for a while in silence, Fritz trying to estimate the +pecuniary value of the audience, the soldier gazing, with a +half-sad and dreamy expression, into the dark sky.</p> + +<p>"Curious lot, the women," broke out the junior Hahn chuckling to +himself, as if absorbed in some particularly delightful retrospect. +"There is the girl, now, who is to sing as Germania +to-night,—and, between you and me, I don't mind telling you +that she is rather smitten with me. She is as fine a specimen of a +woman as ever trod in two shoes; splendid arms, a neck like +alabaster with the tiniest tinge of red in it, and—well, I +might expatiate further, but I wont. Now, you wouldn't think it of +a girl like that; but the fact is, she is as arch and coquettish as +a kitten. It was only the other night I went to see her—the +old woman was in the room—"</p> + +<p>A tremendous burst of applause completely drowned Fritz's voice, +as Germania walked out upon the stage. She was dressed in white, +flowing robes, with a golden zone about her waist and a glittering +diadem in her hair. A mantle of the finest white cashmere, fastened +with a Roman clasp on her left shoulder and drawn through the zone +on the right side, showed the fierce Prussian eagle, embroidered in +black and gold. A minia<a name='Page_36'></a>ture copy of the same +glorious bird, also in gilt embroidery, shone on her breast. She +had been, elaborately trained by her <i>maestro</i> as to how she +was to step the stage, what attitudes she was to assume, etc., and +the first part of the programme she performed very creditably, and +with sole reference to her instructions.</p> + +<p>The orchestra began to rumble something by way of an +introduction. The soldier in the Austrian uniform at Fritz's table +turned pale, and sat staring fixedly upon the stage. Ilka stood for +a moment gazing out upon the surging mass of humanity at her feet; +she heard the clanking of the scabbards and swords, and saw the +white and the blue uniforms commingled in friendly confusion. Where +was. Hänsel now—the dear, gay, faithful Hänsel? She +struck out boldly, and her strong, sonorous voice soared easily +above the orchestral accompaniments. "Heil dir im +Siegeskranz!"—she was hailing the returning warriors with a +song of triumph, while Hänsel, perhaps, lay on some bloody +battle-field, with sightless eyes staring against the awful sky. +Ilka's voice began to tremble, and the tears flooded her beautiful +eyes. The soldier in the Austrian uniform trembled, too, and never +removed his gaze from the countenance of the singer. There was joy +and triumph in her song; but there was sorrow, too—sorrow for +the many brave ones that remained be<a name='Page_37'></a>hind, +sorrow for the maidens that loved them and the mothers that wept +for them. As Ilka withdrew, after having finished the last stanza, +the audience grew almost frantic with enthusiasm; the men jumped up +on benches and tables, shouted, and swung their hats, and even the +women cheered at the tops of their voices. A repetition was loudly +called for, and Ilka, although herself overcome with emotion, was +obliged to yield. She walked up to the footlights and began to +yodle softly. It sounded strangely airy and far away. She put her +hand to her ear and listened for a moment, as if she expected a +reply; but there was a breathless silence in the audience. Only a +heavy sigh came from the table where Fritz sat with the Austrian +soldier. The yodle grew louder; then suddenly some one sprang up, +not a dozen rods from the stage, and sang, in a deep, magnificent +baritone:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tell me, Ilka on the +hill-top,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>While the rivers seaward +flow,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Is thy heart as true and +loving</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>As it was a year ago?</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho! +Hohli-oh!</span><br> + + +<p>Ilka stood for a while as if stunned; her eyes peered in the +direction whence the voice had come; her face lighted up with a +sweet, serene<a name='Page_38'></a> happiness; but the tears +streamed down her cheeks as she answered:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Dearest Hänsel in the +valley,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>I will tell you, tell you +true,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Yes, my heart is ever +loving,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>True and loving unto +you!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho!</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 4em;'>Hohli-ohli-ohli-ho! +Hohli-oh!</span><br> + + +<p>Suddenly she made a leap over the edge of the stage, and in the +next moment the gorgeous Germania lay sobbing on the soldier's +bosom. It made a very touching tableau, and some of the male +sceptics among the audience were inclined to view it in that light. +Fritz Hahn, as soon as the idea was suggested to him, eagerly +adopted it, and admitted in confidence to half a dozen friends, +whom he had allowed to suspect the fair singer's devotion to him, +that it was all a pre-arranged effect, and that he was himself the +author of it.</p> + +<p>"Germania weeping on the breast of her returning son," he said. +"What could be more appropriate on a day like this?"</p> + +<p>The maidens and matrons, however, would listen to no such +theory; they wept openly at the sight of the reunited lovers, and +have until this day maintained that the scene was too spontaneous +and genuine to be a product of Mr. Hahn's inventive genius.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_39'></a>The singing of "Die Wacht am Rhein," +although advertised on the programme, had to be indefinitely +postponed, for Germania had suddenly disappeared, and was nowhere +to be found. The Austrian soldier, however, was seen later in the +evening, and some one heard him inquiring in a fierce tone for the +junior Hahn; but the junior Hahn, probably anticipating some +unpleasantness, had retired from the public gaze.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>VI.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Six weeks after this occurrence—it was St. John's +day—there was a merry festival in the village of Mayrhofen. +Ilka and Hänsel were bride and groom, and as they returned +from church the maidens of the village walked in the wedding +procession and strewed flowers before them. And in the evening, +when the singing and fiddling and dancing were at an end, and the +guests had departed, Mother Uberta beckoned Hänsel aside, and +with a mysterious air handed him something heavy tied up in the +corner of a handkerchief.</p> + +<p>"There," she said, "is eight hundred and fifty florins. It is +Ilka's own money which she earned in Berlin. Now you may pay off +the mortgage, and the farm is yours."</p> + +<p>"Mother Uberta," answered Hänsel laughing,<a name= +'Page_40'></a> and pulling out a skin purse from his bosom. "Here +is what I have been saving these many years. It is eight hundred +and fifty florins."</p> + +<p>"Hänsel, Hänsel," cried Mother Uberta in great glee, +"it is what I have always said of you. You are a jewel of a +lad."</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='ANNUNCIATA'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_41'></a>ANNUNCIATA.</h2> + +<p>In the gallery of one of the famous Roman villas which commands +a splendid view of the city, Mr. Henry Vincent, a young American, +was lounging. Judging by his appearance he was a college graduate, +or, to speak more definitely, a graduate of Harvard; for he had +that jaunty walk and general trimness of attire which are the +traditional attributes of the academical denizens of Cambridge. He +swung his arms rather more than was needed to assist locomotion, +and betrayed in an unobtrusive manner a consciousness of being well +dressed. His face, which was not without fine possibilities, had an +air of well-bred neutrality; you could see that he assumed a +defensive attitude against æsthetic impressions,—that +even the Sistine Madonna or the Venus of Milo would not have +surprised him into anything like enthusiasm or abject approval. It +was evident, too, that he was a little bit ashamed of his Baedeker, +which he consulted only in a semi-surreptitious way, and<a name= +'Page_42'></a> plunged into the pocket of his overcoat whenever he +believed himself to be observed. Such a contingency, however, +seemed remote; for the silence that reigned about him was as heavy +and profound as if it had been unbroken since creation's day. The +large marble halls had a grave and inhospitable air, and their +severe magnificence compelled even from our apathetic traveller a +shy and reluctant veneration. He tried to fix his attention upon a +certain famous Guido which was attached by hinges to the wall, and +which, as he had just learned from Baedeker, was a marvel of color +and fine characterization; he stood for a few moments staring with +a blank and helpless air, as if, for the first time in his life, he +was beginning to question the finality of his own judgment. Then +his eyes wandered off to the cornice of the wall, whose florid +rococo upholstery won his sincere approval.</p> + +<p>"Hang it!" he murmured impatiently, pulling a gold watch from +his waistcoat pocket. "That loon Jack—he never does keep an +engagement."</p> + +<p>At this moment, distant footsteps were heard, which, as they +approached, resounded with a sepulchral distinctness on the marble +pavement. Presently a young man entered breathlessly, holding his +hat in one hand and a white handkerchief in the other.</p> + +<p>"Harry," he cried, excitedly, "I have found<a name= +'Page_43'></a> the goddess of the place. Come quick, before she +vanishes. It is a rare chance, I tell you."</p> + +<p>He seized his companion's arm and, ignoring his remonstrances, +almost dragged him through the door by which he had entered.</p> + +<p>"What sort of lunacy is it you are up to now, Jack?" the other +was heard to grumble. "I'll bet ten to one you have been making an +ass of yourself."</p> + +<p>"I dare say I have," retorted Jack, good-naturedly; "a man who +has not the faculty of making a fool of himself occasionally is +only half a man. You would be a better fellow, too, Harry, if you +were not so deucedly respectable; a slight admixture of folly would +give tone and color to your demure and rigid propriety. For a man +so splendidly equipped by fortune, you have made a poor job of +existence, Harry. When I see you bestowing your sullen patronage +upon the great masterpieces of the past, I am ashamed of +you—yes, by Jove, I am."</p> + +<p>"Don't you bother about me," was the ungracious response of his +comrade. "I cut my eye-teeth a good while before you did, even +though you may be a few years older. I'll take care of myself, you +may depend upon it, and of you, too, if you get yourself into a +scrape, which you seem bent upon doing."</p> + +<p>"Now, do be amiable, Harry," urged the other with gentle +persuasiveness. "I can't take it upon<a name='Page_44'></a> my +conscience to introduce you to a lady, and far less to a goddess, +unless you promise to put on your best behavior. You know from your +mythology that goddesses are capable of taking a terrible vengeance +upon mortals who unwittingly offend them."</p> + +<p>Mr. John Cranbrook—for that was the name of the +demonstrative tourist—was a small, neat-looking man, with an +eager face and a pair of dark, vivid eyes. His features, though not +in themselves handsome, were finely, almost tenderly, modelled. His +nose was not of the classical type, but nevertheless of a clear and +delicate cut, and his nostrils of extreme sensitiveness. On the +whole, it was a pleasant, open, and enthusiastic face,—a face +in which there was no guile. By the side of his robust and stalwart +friend, Cranbrook looked almost frail, and it was evident that +Vincent, who felt the advantages of his superior avoirdupois, was +in the habit of patronizing him. They had been together in college +and had struck up an accidental friendship, which, to their mutual +surprise, had survived a number of misunderstandings, and even +extended beyond graduation. Cranbrook, who was of a restless and +impetuous temperament, found Vincent's quiet self-confidence very +refreshing; there was a massive repose about him, an unquestioning +acceptance of the world as it was and an utter absence of +intellectual effort,<a name='Page_45'></a> which afforded his +friend a refuge from his own self-consuming ambition. Cranbrook had +always prophesied that Harry would some day wake up and commit a +grand and monumental piece of folly, but he hoped that that day was +yet remote; at present it was his rich commonplaceness and his +grave and comfortable dulness which made him the charming fellow he +was, and it would be a pity to forfeit such rare qualities.</p> + +<p>Cranbrook's own accomplishments were not of the kind which is +highly appreciated among undergraduates. His verses, which appeared +anonymously in the weekly college paper, enjoyed much popularity in +certain young ladies' clubs, but were by the professor of rhetoric +pronounced unsound in sentiment, though undeniably clever in +expression. Vincent, on the other hand, had virtues which paved him +an easy road to popularity; he could discuss base-ball and rowing +matters with a gravity as if the fate of the republic depended upon +them; he was moreover himself an excellent "catcher," and +subscribed liberally for the promotion of athletic sports. He did +not, like his friend, care for "honors," nor had he the slightest +desire to excel in Greek; he always reflected the average +undergraduate opinion on all college affairs, and was not above +playing an occasional trick on a freshman or a professor. As for +Cranbrook, he rather prided himself on being a little +exceptional,<a name='Page_46'></a> and cherished with special +fondness those of his tastes and proclivities which distinguished +him from the average humanity. He had therefore no serious scruples +in accepting Vincent's offer to pay his expenses for a year's trip +abroad. Vincent, he reasoned, would hardly benefit much by his +foreign experiences, if he went alone. His glance would never +penetrate beneath the surface of things, and he therefore needed a +companion, whose æsthetic culture was superior to his own. +Cranbrook flattered himself that he was such a companion, and vowed +in his heart to give Harry full returns in intellectual capital for +what he expended on him in sordid metals. Moreover, Harry had a +clear income of fifteen to twenty thousand a year, while he, +Cranbrook, had scarcely anything which he could call his own. I +dare say that if Vincent had known all the benevolent plans which +his friend had formed for his mental improvement, he would have +thought twice before engaging him as his travelling companion; but +fortunately he was so well satisfied with his own mental condition, +and so utterly unconscious of his short-comings in point of +intellect, that he could not have treated an educational scheme of +which he was himself to be the subject as anything but an amiable +lunacy on Jack's part, or at the worst, as a practical joke. Jack +was good company; that was with him the chief consideration; his +madness was harmless and<a name='Page_47'></a> had the advantage of +being entertaining; he was moreover at heart a good fellow, and the +stanchest and most loyal of friends. Harry was often heard to +express the most cheerful confidence in Jack's future; he would be +sure to come out right in the end, as soon as he had cut his +eye-teeth, and very likely Europe might be just the thing for a +complaint like his.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>After having marched over nearly half a mile of marble +flag-stones, interrupted here and there by strips of precious +mosaic, the two young men paused at the entrance to a long, vaulted +corridor. White, silent gods stood gazing gravely from their niches +in the wall, and the pale November sun was struggling feebly to +penetrate through the dusty windows. It did not dispel the dusk, +but gave it just the tenderest suffusion of sunshine.</p> + +<p>"Stop," whispered Cranbrook. "I want you to take in the total +impression of this scene before you examine the details. Only +listen to this primeval stillness; feel, if you can, the stately +monotony of this corridor, the divine repose and dignity of these +marble forms, the chill immobility of this light. It seems to me +that, if a full, majestic organ-tone could be architecturally +expressed, it must of necessity assume a shape resembling the<a +name='Page_48'></a> broad, cold masses of this aisle. I should call +this an architectonic fugue,—a pure and lofty +meditation—"</p> + +<p>"Now, do give us a rest, Jack," interrupted Vincent mercilessly. +"I thought you said something about a nymph or a goddess. Trot her +out, if you please, and let me have a look at her."</p> + +<p>Cranbrook turned sharply about and gave his comrade a look of +undisguised disgust.</p> + +<p>"Harry," he said gravely, "really you don't deserve the good +fortune of being in Italy. I thought I knew you well; but I am +afraid I shall have to revise my judgment of you. You are +hopelessly and incorrigibly frivolous. I know, it is ungracious in +me to tell you so,—I, who have accepted your bounty; but, by +Jove, Harry, I don't want to buy my pleasure at the price you seem +to demand. I have enough to get home, at all events, and I shall +repay you what I owe you."</p> + +<p>Vincent colored to the edge of his hair; he bit his lip, and was +about to yield to the first impulse of his wrath. A moment's +reflection, however, sobered him; he gave his leg two energetic +cuts with his slender cane, then turned slowly on his heel and +sauntered away. Cranbrook stood long gazing sadly after him; he +would have liked to call him back, but the aimless, leisurely gait +irritated him, and the word died on his lips. Every step seemed to +hint a vague defiance. "What<a name='Page_49'></a> does it matter +to me," it seemed to say, "what you think of me? You are of too +little account to have the power to ruffle my temper." As the last +echo of the retiring footsteps was lost in the great marble +silence, Cranbrook heaved a sigh, and, suddenly remembering his +errand, walked rapidly down the corridor. He paused before a +round-arched, doorless portal, which led into a large sunny room. +In the embrazure of one of the windows, a young girl was sitting, +with a drawing-board in her lap, apparently absorbed in the +contemplation of a marble relief which was suspended upon the wall. +From where Cranbrook stood, he could see her noble profile clearly +outlined against the white wall; a thick coil of black hair was +wound about the back of her head, and a dark, tight-fitting dress +fell in simple folds about her magnificent form. There was a +simplicity and an unstudied grace in her attitude which appealed +directly to Cranbrook's æsthetic nature. Ever since he +entered Italy he had been on the alert for romantic impressions, +and his eager fancy instinctively lifted every commonplace incident +that appeared to have poetic possibilities in it into the region of +romance. He remembered having seen somewhere a statue of Clio whose +features bore a remote resemblance to those of the young girl +before him—the same massive, boldly sculptured chin, the same +splendid, columnar throat, the same<a name='Page_50'></a> grave +immobility of vision. It seemed sacrilege to approach such a divine +creature with a trivial remark about the weather or the sights of +Rome, and yet some commonplace was evidently required to pave the +way to further acquaintance. Cranbrook pondered for a moment, and +then advanced boldly toward the window where the goddess was +sitting. She turned her head and flashed a pair of brilliant black +eyes upon him.</p> + +<p>"Pardon me, signorina," he said, with an apologetic cough. "I +see you are drawing. Perhaps you could kindly tell me where one can +obtain permission to copy in this gallery."</p> + +<p>"I do not know, signore," she answered, in a low, rich voice. +"No one ever copies here. The prince is never, here, and his +major-domo comes only twice a year. He was here two weeks ago, so +it will be a long time before he will return."</p> + +<p>"But you seem to be copying," the young man ventured to +remonstrate.</p> + +<p>"Ah, <i>sanctissima!</i>" she; cried, with a vivid gesture of +deprecation. "No, signore, I am not copying. I am a poor, ignorant +thing, signore, not an artist. There was once a kind foreigner who +lodged with us; he was an artist, a most famous artist, and he +amused himself with me while I was a child, and taught me to draw a +little."</p> + +<p>"And perhaps you would kindly allow me to look at your +drawing?"</p> + +<p><a name='Page_51'></a>Cranbrook was all in a flutter; he was +amazed at his own temerity, but the situation filled him with a +delicious sense of adventure, and an irresistible impulse within +him urged him on. The girl had risen, and, without the slightest +embarrassment or coquettish reluctance handed him her +drawing-board. He saw at a glance that she was sincere in +disclaiming the name of an artist. The drawing was a mere simple +outline of a group, representing Briseis being led away from her +lover by the messengers of Agamemnon. The king stood on one side +ready to receive her, and on the other, Achilles, with averted +face, in an attitude of deep dejection. The natural centre of the +group, however, was the figure of Briseis. The poise of her classic +head as she looked back over her shoulder at her beloved hero was +full of the tenderest suggestions. She seemed to offer no +resistance to the messengers, but her reluctant, lingering steps +were more expressive than any violent demonstration. Cranbrook saw +all this in the antique relief, but found it but feebly, and, as it +were, stammeringly rendered in the girl's drawing. The lines were +firmly and accurately traced and the proportions were approximately +correct; but the deeper sentiment of the group had evidently +escaped her, and the exquisite delicacy of modelling she had not +even attempted to imitate. Cranbrook had in his heart to admit that +he was disappointed. He<a name='Page_52'></a> feared that it was +rude to return the board without a word of favorable comment, but +he disdained to resort to any of those ingenious evasions which +serve so conveniently as substitutes for definite judgments. The +girl, in the meanwhile, stood looking into his face with an air of +frank curiosity. It was not his opinion of her work, however, which +puzzled her. She had never been accustomed to flattery, and had no +idea of claiming a merit which she was well aware did not belong to +her. She seemed rather to be wondering what manner of man her +critic might be, and whether it would be safe to appeal to him for +information on some subjects which lay beyond the reach of her own +faculties.</p> + +<p>"Signore," she began at last, a little hesitatingly, "I suppose +you are a learned man who has read many books. Perhaps you know who +that man is with the big helmet. And the maiden there with the bare +feet, standing between the men—who is she? She looks sad, I +think, and yet the large man who seems to be waiting for her is +well made and handsome, and his garments appear to be precious. His +shield is finely wrought, and I am sure he must be a man of great +dignity."</p> + +<p>"You are right," responded Cranbrook, to whom her guileless talk +was highly entertaining.</p> + +<p>"He is a king, and his name is Agamemnon. By nationality he is a +Greek—"</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_53'></a>Ah, then I know why the girl is sad," she +interrupted, eagerly. "The Greeks are all thieves, Padre Gregorio +says; they all steal and lie, and they are not of the true faith. +The padre has been in the Greek land and he knows their bad +ways."</p> + +<p>"The padre probably means the modern Greeks. I know very little +about them. But the ancient Greeks were the noblest nation the +world has ever seen."</p> + +<p>"Is it possible? And what did they do that was so great and +noble? <i>Sanctissima!</i> the greatest nation the world has ever +seen!"</p> + +<p>These exclamations were uttered in a tone of sincere surprise +which to Cranbrook was very amusing. The conversation was now +fairly started. The American told with much expenditure of +eloquence the story of "the wrath of Achilles, the son of Peleus," +and of the dire misfortunes which fell upon the house of Priamus +and Atreus in consequence of one woman's fatal beauty. The girl sat +listening with a rapt, far-away expression; now and then a breeze +of emotion flitted across her features and a tear glittered in her +eye and coursed slowly down over her cheek. Cranbrook, too, as he +was gradually tuned into sympathy with his own tale, felt a +strange, shuddering intoxication of happiness. He did not perceive +how the time slipped by; he began to shiver, and saw that the sun +was gone. The girl woke up with a start as<a name='Page_54'></a> +his voice ceased and looked about her with a bewildered air. They +both rose and walked together through the long, empty halls and +corridors. He noticed wonderingly that she carried a heavy bunch of +keys in her hand and locked each door after they had passed through +it. This then led to some personal explanations. He learned that +her name was Annunciata, and that she was the daughter of Antonio +Cæsarelli, the gardener of the villa, who lived in the house +with the <i>loggias</i> which he could see at the end of the steep +plane tree avenue. If he would like to pick some oranges, there +were plenty of them in the garden, and as the prince never asked +for them, her father allowed her to eat as many as she liked. Would +he not come and see her father? He was a very good and kind man. At +present he was trimming the hedge up on the terrace.</p> + +<p>During this colloquy they had entered the garden, which seemed +at first glance a great luxuriant wilderness. On the right hand of +the gate was a huge jungle of blooming rose-bushes whose +intertwisted branches climbed the tall stuccoed wall, for the +possession of which it struggled bravely with an equally ambitious +and vigorous ivy. Enormous bearded cacti of fantastic forms spread +their fat prickly leaves out over both sides of the pavement, +leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle where locomotion was +practicable. A long flight of green<a name='Page_55'></a> and +slippery stone steps led up to a lofty terrace which was raised +above the rest of the garden by a high wall, surmounted by a low +marble balustrade. Here the palms spread their fan-like crowns +against the blue sky, and the golden fruit shone among the dark +leaves of the orange-trees. A large sculptured Triton with inflated +cheeks blew a column of water high up into the air, and half a +dozen dolphins, ridden by chubby water-sprites, spouted demurely +along the edges of a wide marble basin. A noseless Roman senator +stood at the top of the stairs, wrapping his mossy toga about him, +with a splendid gesture, and the grave images of the Cæsars, +all time-stained and more or less seriously maimed, gazed forth +with severe dignity from their green, leafy niches.</p> + +<p>The upper garden showed signs of human supervision. A +considerable area was occupied by flower-beds, laid out with +geometrical regularity and stiffness; and the low box-wood hedges +along their borders had a density and preciseness of outline which +showed that they had been recently trimmed. Stone vases of +magnificent design were placed at regular intervals along the +balustrade; and in the middle projection of the terrace stood a +hoary table with a broken porphyry plate, suggestive of coffee and +old-time costumes, and the ponderous gossip of Roman grandees.</p> + +<p>Cranbrook had walked for a while silently at<a name= +'Page_56'></a> Annunciata's side. He was deeply impressed with all +he saw, and yet a dreamy sense of their unreality was gradually +stealing over him. He imagined himself some wonderful personage in +an Eastern fairy-tale, and felt for the moment as if he were moving +in an animated chapter of the "Arabian Nights." He had had little +hesitation in asking Annunciata questions about herself; they +seemed both, somehow, raised above the petty etiquette of mundane +intercourse. She had confessed to him with an unthinking directness +which was extremely becoming to her, that her artistic aspirations +which he had found so mysterious were utterly destitute of the +ideal afflatus. She had, as a child, learned lace-making and +embroidery, and had earned many a <i>lira</i> by adorning the +precious vestments of archbishops and cardinals. She was now making +a design for a tapestry, in which she meant to introduce the group +from the antique relief. Her father allowed her to save all she +earned for her dowry; because then, he said, she might be able to +make a good match. This latter statement grated a little on +Cranbrook's sensitive ears; but a glance at Annunciata's face soon +reassured him. She had the air of stating a universally recognized +fact concerning which she had never had occasion to reflect. She +kept prattling away very much like a spoiled child, who is +confident that its voice is pleasant, and its little experi<a name= +'Page_57'></a>ences as absorbing to its listener as they are to +itself.</p> + +<p>At length, by many devious paths, they reached a house on a +sunny elevation, at the western extremity of the garden. It was a +house such as one sees only in Rome,—a wide expanse of +stuccoed wall with six or seven windows of different sizes +scattered at random over its surface. Long tufts of fine grass +depended from the gutters of the roof, and the plain pillars +supporting the round arches of the <i>loggias</i> had a humid and +weather-beaten look. The whole edifice, instead of asserting itself +glaringly as a product of human art, blended with soft gradations +into the surrounding landscape. Even the rude fresco of the Mother +of Sorrows over the door was half overgrown with a greenish, +semi-visible moss which allowed the original colors to shine +faintly through, and the coarse lines of the dial in the middle of +the wall were almost obliterated by sun and rain. But what +especially attracted Cranbrook's attention was a card, hung out +under one of the windows, upon which was written, with big, +scrawling letters,—"<i>Appartamento Mobiliato +d'Affitarsi</i>." He determined on the spot to become the occupant +of this apartment whatever its deficiencies might be; therefore, +without further delay, he introduced himself to Annunciata's +mother, Monna Nina, as a <i>forestiero</i> in search of lodgings; +and, after having gone<a name='Page_58'></a> through the formality +of inspecting the room, he accepted Monna Nina's price and terms +with an eagerness which made the excellent woman repent in her +heart that she had not asked more.</p> + +<p>The next day Cranbrook parted amicably from Vincent, who, it +must be admitted, was beginning to have serious doubts of his +sanity. They had had many a quarrel in days past, but Jack had +always come to his senses again and been the first to make up. +Vincent had the comfortable certainty of being himself always in +the right, and it therefore never occurred to him that it might be +his place to apologize. He had invariably accepted Jack's apologies +good-naturedly and consented gracefully to let by-gones be +by-gones, even though he were himself the offender; and the glow of +conscious virtue which at such times pervaded him well rewarded him +for his self-sacrifice. But this time, it seemed, Jack had taken +some mysterious resolution, and his reason had hopelessly forsaken +him. He even refused all offers of money, and talked about +remaining in Rome and making his living by writing for the +newspapers. He cherished no ill-will against Harry, he said, but +had simply made up his mind that their tastes and temperaments were +too dissimilar, and that they would both be happier if they parted +company. They would see each other frequently and remain on +friendly terms. No one was blamable for the<a name='Page_59'></a> +separation, except Nature, who had made them so different. With +these, and many similar assurances Cranbrook shook Vincent's hand +and repaired to his new abode among the palms and cypresses. And +yet his ears burned uncomfortably as he drove away in the +<i>fiacre</i>. It was the first time he had been insincere to +Harry, even by implication; but after what had happened, it was +impossible to mention Annunciata's name.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>It was the afternoon of Christmas-day, six weeks after +Cranbrook's arrival at the villa. The air was soft and balmy and +the blooming rose-bushes under the windows sent up from time to +time delicious whiffs of fragrance. The sky was strangely clear, +and long, cool vistas opened to the sight among the cloud-banks +that hung over the tops of the Alban Mountains. Cranbrook was +sitting out on the <i>loggia</i> reading the scene in the Odyssey +where the shipwrecked Ulysses steps out from the copse where he has +been sleeping and interrupts the ball-play of Nausicaa and her +maidens. How pure and sweet the air that breathed from these pages! +What a noble and dignified maiden was this Nausicaa! At this moment +the merry voice of Annunciata was heard in the garden below. The +young man let his book drop and leaned out<a name='Page_60'></a> +over the wall. There she stood, tall and stately, receiving, with +the manner of a good-natured empress, a white-haired priest who +came waddling briskly toward her.</p> + +<p>"<i>Bona festa</i>, Padre Gregorio," she cried, seizing the old +man's hand. "Mother is going to have macaroni for supper and she +was just going to send Pietro after you. For you know you promised +to be with us this blessed day."</p> + +<p>"<i>Bona festa</i>, child," responded the priest, smiling all +over his large, benevolent face. "Padre Gregorio never forgets his +promises, and least of all on a holy Christmas-day."</p> + +<p>"No, I knew you would not forget us, padre; but you are all out +of breath. You have been mounting the stairs to the terrace again +instead of going round by the vineyard. Come and sit down here in +the sun, for I wish to speak to you about something important."</p> + +<p>And she led the priest by the hand to a stone bench by the door +and seated herself at his side.</p> + +<p>"Padre," she began, with a great earnestness in her manner, "is +it true that the Holy Virgin hates heretics and that they can never +go to heaven?"</p> + +<p>The good padre was evidently not prepared for such a question. +He gazed at Annunciata for a moment in helpless bewilderment, then +coughed in his red bandanna handkerchief, took a deliberate pinch +of snuff and began:</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_61'></a>The Holy Virgin is gracious, child, and +she hates no one. But little girls should not trouble their heads +with things that do not concern them."</p> + +<p>"But this does concern me, padre," retorted the girl eagerly. "I +went this morning with Signore Giovanni, the stranger who is +lodging with us,—for he is a very good and kind man, padre; I +went with him to the Aracoeli to see the blessed Bambino and the +shepherds and the Holy Virgin. But he did not kneel, and when I +told him of the wonderful things which the Bambino had done, he +would not believe me, padre, and he even once laughed in my +face."</p> + +<p>"Then he is not a good man," said the padre emphatically, "and +he will not go to heaven, unless he changes his faith and his +conduct before God takes him away."</p> + +<p>Cranbrook, who had made several vain attempts to call attention +to his presence, now rose and through the window re-entered his +room. The snatch of the conversation which he had overheard had +made him uneasy and had spoiled his happy Homeric mood. He was only +too willing to put the most flattering construction upon +Annunciata's solicitude for his fate in the hereafter, but he had +to admit to himself, that there was something in her tone and in +the frank directness of her manner which precluded such an +interpretation. He had floated along, as it were, in a state of +delicious<a name='Page_62'></a> semi-consciousness during the six +weeks since he first entered this house. He had established himself +firmly, as he believed, in the favor of every member of the family, +from Antonio himself to the two-year-old baby, Babetta, who spent +her days contentedly in running from one end to the other of a +large marble sarcophagus, situated under a tall stone pine, a dozen +steps from the house. Monna Nina could then keep watch over her +from the window while at work, and the high, sculptured sides of +the sarcophagus prevented Babetta from indulging her propensity for +running away. Pietro, a picturesque vagabond of twelve, who sold +patriotic match-boxes with the portraits of Garibaldi and Vittorio +Emanuele, had been bribed into the stanchest partisanship for the +foreigner by a ticket to the monkey theatre in the Piazza delle +Terme, and had excited his sister's curiosity to a painful pitch by +his vivid descriptions of the wonderful performance he had +witnessed. Antonio, who was a quiet and laborious man, listened +with devout attention to Cranbrook's accounts of the foreign +countries he had visited, while Monna Nina sometimes betrayed an +invincible scepticism regarding facts which belonged to the A B C +of transatlantic existence, and unhesitatingly acquiesced in +statements which to an Italian mind might be supposed to border on +the miraculous. She would not believe, for instance, that hot and<a +name='Page_63'></a> cold water could be conducted through pipes to +the fifth and sixth story of a house and drawn <i>ad libitum</i> by +the turning of a crank; but her lodger's descriptions of the +travelling palaces in which you slept and had your dinner prepared +while speeding at a furious rate across the continent, were +listened to with the liveliest interest and without the slightest +misgiving. She had, moreover, well-settled convictions of her own +concerning a number of things which lay beyond Cranbrook's horizon. +She had a great dread of the evil eye and knew exactly what +remedies to apply in order to counteract its direful effects; she +wore around her neck a charm which had been blessed by the pope and +which was a sure preventive of rheumatism; and under the ceiling of +her kitchen were suspended bunches of medicinal herbs which had all +been gathered during the new moon and which, in certain decoctions, +were warranted to cure nearly all the ailments to which flesh is +heir.</p> + +<p>To Cranbrook the daily companionship with these kind-hearted, +primitive people had been a most refreshing experience. As he wrote +to a friend at home, he had shaken off the unwholesome dust which +had accumulated upon his soul, and had for the first time in his +life breathed the undiluted air of healthful human intercourse. +Annunciata was to him a living poem, a simple and stately epic, +whose continuation from day to day filled his life<a name= +'Page_64'></a> with sonorous echoes. She was a modern Nausicaa, +with the same child-like grandeur and unconscious dignity as her +Homeric prototype. It was not until to-day that he had become aware +of the distance which separated him from her. They had visited +together the church of Santa Maria in Aracœli, where a crude +tableau of the Nativity of Christ is exhibited during Christmas +week. Her devoutness in the presence of the jewelled doll, +representing the infant Saviour, had made a painful impression upon +him, and when, with the evident intention of compelling his +reverence, she had told him of the miracles performed by the +"Bambino," he had only responded with an incredulous smile. She had +sent him a long, reproachful glance; then, as the tears rose to her +eyes, she had hurried away and he had not dared to follow her.</p> + +<p>While pursuing these sombre meditations, Cranbrook was +seated—or rather buried—in a deep Roman easy-chair, +whose faded tapestries would have been esteemed a precious find by +a relic-hunter. Judging by the <i>baroque</i> style of its +decorations, its tarnished gilding, and its general air <i>à +la</i> Pompadour, it was evident that it had spent its youthful +days in some princely palace of the last century, and had by slow +and gradual stages descended to its present lowly condition. A +curious sense of the evanescence of all earthly things stole over +the young man's mind, as his thoughts wan<a name= +'Page_65'></a>dered from his own fortunes to those of the venerable +piece of furniture which was holding him in its ample embrace. What +did it matter in the end, he reasoned, whether he married his +Nausicaa or not? To marry a Nausicaa with grace was a feat for the +performance of which exceptional qualities were required. The +conjugal complement to a Nausicaa must be a man of ponderous +presence and statuesque demeanor—not a shrill and nervous +modern like himself, with second-rate physique, and a morbidly +active intellect. No, it mattered little what he did or left +undone. The world would be no better and no worse for anything he +could do. Very likely, in the arms of this chair where he was now +sitting, a dozen Roman Romeos, in powdered wigs and silk stockings, +had pined for twice that number of Roman Juliets; and now they were +all dust, and the world was moving on exactly as before. And yet in +the depth of his being there was a voice which protested against +this hollow reasoning; he felt to himself insincere and +hypocritical; he dallied and played with his own emotions. Every +mood carried in itself a sub-consciousness of its +transitoriness.</p> + +<p>The daylight had faded, and the first faint flush of the +invisible moon was pervading the air. The undulating ridge of the +Sabine mountains stood softly denned against the horizon, and here +and there a great, flat-topped stone pine was seen loom<a name= +'Page_66'></a>ing up along the edges of the landscape. Cranbrook +ate hurriedly the frugal dinner which was served him from a +neighboring <i>trattoria</i>, then lighted a cigar, and walked out +into the garden. He sat for a while on the balustrade of the +terrace, looking out over the green campagna, over which the moon +now rose large and red, while the towers and domes of the city +stood, dark and solemn, in the foreground. The bells of Santa Maria +Maggiore were tolling slowly and pensively, and the sound lingered +with long vibrations in the still air. A mighty, shapeless longing, +remotely aroused or intensified by the sound of the bells, shook +his soul; and the glorious sight before him seemed to weigh upon +him like an oppressive burden. "Annunciata," came in heavy, +rhythmic pulses through the air; it was impossible not to hear it. +The bells were tolling her name: "Annun-ciata, Annun-ciata." Even +the water that was blown from the Triton's mouth whispered softly, +as it fell, "Annunciata, Annunciata."</p> + +<p>Cranbrook was awakened from his reverie by the sound of +approaching footsteps. He turned his head and recognized, by the +conspicuous shovel-hat, the old priest who had prophesied such a +cheerful future for him in the hereafter. And was that not +Annunciata who was walking at his side? Surely, that was her voice; +for what voice was there in all the world with such a rich, +alluring ca<a name='Page_67'></a>dence? And that firm and +splendidly unconscious walk—who, with less than five +generations' practice could even remotely imitate it? Beloved +Annunciata! Wondrous and glorious Annunciata! In thy humble +disguise thou art nevertheless a goddess, and thy majestic +simplicity shames the shrill and artificial graces of thy sisters +of the so-called good society. But surely, child, thou art +agitated. Do not waste those magnificent gestures on the aged and +callous priest!</p> + +<p>"Thou art hard-hearted and cruel, Padre Gregorio!" were the +words that reached Cranbrook's ears. "The Holy Virgin would not +allow any one to suffer forever who is good and kind. How could he +help that his father and his mother were not of the right +faith?"</p> + +<p>The padre's answer he could not distinguish; he heard only an +eager murmur and some detached words, from which he concluded that +the priest was expostulating earnestly with her. They passed down +the long staircase into the lower garden, and, though their forms +remained visible, their voices were soon lost among the whispering +leaves and the plashing waters. Cranbrook followed them steadily +with his eyes, and a thrill of ineffable joy rippled through his +frame. He had at last, he thought, the assurance for which he had +yearned so long. Presently he saw Annunciata stop, plunge her hands +into a side-pocket, and pull out some<a name='Page_68'></a>thing +which he imagined to be a key; then she and the padre disappeared +for a few moments in the gloom of a deep portal, and when +Annunciata re-appeared she was alone. She walked rapidly back +through the garden, without being apparently in the least impressed +by the splendor of the night, mounted the stairs to the terrace, +and again passed within a dozen yards of where Cranbrook was +sitting, without observing him.</p> + +<p>"Annunciata," he called softly, rising to follow her.</p> + +<p>"Signore Giovanni," she exclaimed wonderingly but without the +slightest trace of the emotion which had so recently agitated her. +"You should not sit here in the garden so late. The air of the +night is not good for the foreigner."</p> + +<p>"The air is good for me wherever you are, Annunciata," he +answered warmly. "Come and walk with me here down the long plane +tree avenue. Take my arm. I have much to say to you:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 3em;'>'* * * In such a night as +this,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>When the sweet wind did gently kiss +the trees,' etc.</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 3em;'>'In such a night,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Troilus, methinks, mounter! the +Trojan walls,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>And sighed his soul toward the +Grecian tents</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Where Cressid lay that +night.'"</span><br> + + +<p>She took the arm which he offered her silently, but with a +simple dignity which a princess might have envied her.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_69'></a>I cannot stay out long," she said. "My +mother would miss me."</p> + +<p>"I shall not detain you long. I have only a confession to make +to you. I was sitting on the <i>loggia</i> this afternoon when +Padre Gregorio came, and I heard what you said to him."</p> + +<p>He had expected her to blush or show some sign of embarrassment. +But she only lifted her calm, clear countenance toward him and +said:</p> + +<p>"You were kinder and better than all the men I had known, and it +gave me trouble to think that you should be unhappy when you die. +Therefore I asked the padre; but I do not believe any more that the +padre is always right. God is better and wiser than he, and God +will find a way where a priest would find none."</p> + +<p>There was something inexpressibly touching in the way she +uttered these simple words. Cranbrook, although he was, for reasons +of his own, disappointed at her perfect composure, felt the tears +mounting to his eyes, and his voice shook as he answered:</p> + +<p>"I am not afraid of my lot in the next world, Annunciata; and +although it is kind of you to be troubled about it, I fear you can +do nothing to improve it. But my fate in this world I yearn to lay +in your hands. I love you very dearly, Annunciata, and all I need +to make me what I aspire to be is to have you give me a little +affection in return.<a name='Page_70'></a> What do you say, +Annunciata? do you think you could? Would you be my wife, and go +with me to my own country and share my life, whatever it may +be."</p> + +<p>"But signore," she replied, after a moment's deliberation; "my +mother would not like it, and Babetta would cry the whole day long +when I was gone."</p> + +<p>"I am speaking seriously, Annunciata, and you must not evade my +question. It all depends upon you."</p> + +<p>"No, it also depends upon mother and Babetta. But I know you +would be good and kind to me, Signore Giovanni, and you would +always treat me well; for you are a good and kind man. I should +like to be your wife, I think, but I do not know whether I should +like to go with you across the great sea."</p> + +<p>Cranbrook was hopelessly perplexed, and for an instant even +inclined to question whether she might not be ridiculing him; but a +glance at her puzzled face showed him that she was grappling +earnestly with the great problem, and apparently endeavoring to +gain time by uttering the first thought that suggested itself to +her mind. The gloom of the plane-trees now enveloped them, and only +here and there a quivering ray of moonlight pierced through the +dense roof of leaves. The marble phantoms of the Cæsars gazed +sternly at the daring intruders<a name='Page_71'></a> who had come +to disturb their centuries' repose, and the Roman senator at the +end of the avenue held his outstretched hand toward them, as if +warning them back from the life that lay beyond the moment's great +resolution. And yet, before the moon had faded out of the sky, the +great resolution was irrevocably taken. When they parted in the +hall, leading up to Cranbrook's room, Annunciata consented with the +faintest show of resistance to being kissed, and she even +responded, though vaguely and doubtingly, to his vehement caresses. +"<i>Felicissima notte</i>, Signore Giovanni," she murmured, as she +slowly disengaged herself from his embrace. "You are a dear, good +man, and I will go with you across the great sea."</p> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Since their first parting, Vincent and Cranbrook had seen little +of each other. They had met occasionally in the Vatican galleries, +in the palace of the Cæsars, and on the Monte Pincio, and had +then stopped to shake hands and to exchange a few friendly +inquiries, but Cranbrook, for a reason which he strove hard to +embellish, had hitherto refrained from inviting Harry to visit him +in his dwelling. The latter had of course noticed this omission, +but had attributed it to a very pardonable desire on Jack's part to +keep him in ignorance as<a name='Page_72'></a> to the real state of +his finances. "He is probably living in some cheap hovel," he +thought, "and he is too proud to wish me to know it. But he needn't +be afraid of my intruding upon his privacy until he himself opens +his door to me." Unfortunately for both, Harry was not destined to +carry out this amiable intention. A hostile fate led him to +encroach upon his friend's territory when he was least suspecting +it.</p> + +<p>It was a sunny day early in February. Antonio Cæsarelli +had saddled an uncommonly hoary and wise-looking donkey, named +Abraham, and, as was his wont every Saturday, had repaired with it +to the Piazza del Fiori, where he sold <i>broccoli</i> and other +vegetables of the cabbage species. About noon, Annunciata came to +bring him his dinner, and after having enjoyed for a while the +sensation she made among the cabbage-dealers, betook herself on a +journey of exploration through the city. Pietro's tale of the +miracles performed at the monkey theatre had given a lively impetus +to her imagination, and being unable to endure any longer his +irritating airs of superior knowledge, she had formed the daring +resolution to put his veracity to the test. She arrived quite +breathless in the Piazza delle Terme, and with much flutter and +palpitation inquired the price of a ticket. The door-keeper paused +in his stentorian address to the multitude that was gathered about +him, and informed her<a name='Page_73'></a> that ten soldi would +admit her to the enchanted realm within. Poor Annunciata's +countenance fell; she pulled her seven soldi from her pocket, +counted them three or four times deliberately in her hand, and cast +appealing glances at the stony-hearted Cerberus. At this moment she +discovered a handsome young gentleman who, with his eyes fixed on +her face, was elbowing his way through the crowd.</p> + +<p>"Come along, my pretty lass," he said, in doubtful Italian. "Put +those coppers in your pocket and let me get your ticket for +you."</p> + +<p>Annunciata was well aware that it was a dangerous thing to +accept favors from unknown gentlemen, but just then her conscience +refused to assert itself. Nevertheless, she summoned courage to +answer, though in a voice which betrayed inward wavering:</p> + +<p>"No, I thank you, signore; I would rather not."</p> + +<p>"Oh, stuff, my child! I won't harm you, and your mother need +never know."</p> + +<p>He seized her gently by the arm and pointed toward the canvas +door which was drawn aside to admit another spectator. A gorgeously +attired monkey, riding on a poodle, became visible for an instant +through the aperture. That was too much for Annunciata's +conscience.</p> + +<p>"But really, signore, I ought not!" she murmured, feebly.</p> + +<a name='Page_74'></a> + +<p>"But we all do so many things that we ought not to do," answered +he, with a brusque laugh. "However, I won't bite you; you needn't +be afraid of me."</p> + +<p>And before she knew it he had pushed her in through the door, +and she found herself standing in a large tent, with long circular +rows of benches which rose ampitheatrically from the arena toward +the canvas walls. It was not quite to her taste that he conducted +her to a seat near the roof, but she did not feel at liberty to +remonstrate. She sat staring rigidly at the performances of the +poodles and the monkeys, which were, no doubt, very wonderful, but +which, somehow, failed to impress her as such, for she felt all the +while that the gentleman at her side was regarding her with +unaverted gaze. The thought of Signore Giovanni shot through her +mind, and she feared she should never dare to look into his honest +eyes again. Her heart kept hammering against her side, her blood +burned in her cheeks, and she felt guilty and miserable. And yet +she saw, in a sort of blind and unconscious way, that her escort +was a very dazzling phenomenon, and in external finish much +superior to her plain and unassuming lover. Gradually, as she +accustomed herself to her novel situation, she began to bestow her +furtive admiration upon the various ornaments which he carried +about his person in the shape of scarf-pin and sleeve-buttons, and +she<a name='Page_75'></a> also found time to observe that his linen +and his handkerchief were immaculate and of exceeding fineness. The +<i>tout ensemble</i> of his personality made the impression of +costliness which, to her unsophisticated soul, was synonymous with +high birth and an exalted social position.</p> + +<p>"If only Signore Giovanni would dress like that," she thought, +"how much more I should love him!"</p> + +<p>That was a very disloyal thought, and her conscience immediately +smote her. She arose, thanked her companion tremulously for his +kindness, and hastened toward the door. When she was once more +under the open sky, she drew a full breath of relief, and then +hurried away as if the earth burned under her feet. It was nearly +five o'clock when she reached the garden-gate of the villa; she +paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, to arrange her +excuses, and to prepare for the scolding which she knew was in +store for her. She was just about to turn the key when, to her +horror, she saw her unknown companion stepping out of a +<i>fiacre</i>, and fearlessly approaching her.</p> + +<p>"Surely, child, you didn't imagine you could run away from me in +that style," he said smilingly. "Our acquaintance is not to come to +such an untimely end. You must tell me your name, and, I was going +to say, where you live, but that key will relieve you from the +latter necessity. But, in order to prove to you that I am an honest +fellow and<a name='Page_76'></a> mean no harm to you, here is my +card. My name is Henry Vincent, I am an American, +and—and—I should like to meet you again, if you have no +objection."</p> + +<p>Annunciata was now seriously alarmed.</p> + +<p>"Signore," she faltered, "I am an honest girl, and you must not +speak to me thus."</p> + +<p>"By Jove! So am I an honest fellow, and no one need be ashamed +of my acquaintance. If you had anything to fear from me, do you +suppose I would offer you my card, and give you my name? But I +<i>must</i> meet you again; if you don't give me the opportunity, I +shall make my opportunity myself, and that might get you into a +scrape and be unpleasant for both of us. Well, what do you +say?"</p> + +<p>The young girl stood for a while pondering. Her first impulse +was to cut short the interview by mentioning Cranbrook's name and +revealing her own relation to him. She had an idea that Cranbrook +was a sort of national character and that all Americans must have +heard of him. A second glance at Vincent's splendid attire, +however, turned the scale in his favor.</p> + +<p>"About noon next Saturday," she said, scarcely audibly, "I shall +be in the Piazza del Fiori. My father will be there, too."</p> + +<p>With a swift movement she tore the garden-gate open, slammed it +behind her and ran up the path toward the terrace.</p> + +<a name='Page_77'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>V.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>March, the very name of which makes a New Englander shiver, is a +glorious month in Rome. Then a warmer tone steals into the sky, the +clouds become airier and more buoyant in color and outline, and the +Sabine Mountains display, with the varying moods of the day, tints +of the most exquisite softness and delicacy. Cranbrook, from his +lofty hermitage, had an excellent opportunity to observe this +ever-changing panorama of earth and sky; but it had lost its charm +to him. The long, cool vistas between the cloud-banks no more +lifted the mind above itself, pointing the way into a great and +glorious future. A vague dread was perpetually haunting him; he +feared that Annunciata did not love him as he wished to be loved; +that she regretted, perhaps, having bound herself to him and was +not unwilling to break loose from him. But what was life to him +without Annunciata? He must bide his time, and by daily kindness +teach her to love him. That she was not happy might have other +causes, unknown to him. Her vehement self-accusations and tearful +protestations that she was not true to him might be merely the +manifestations of a morbidly sensitive conscience.</p> + +<p>Vincent in the meanwhile had changed his atti<a name= +'Page_78'></a>tude completely toward the old masters. After his +first meeting with Annunciata, his artistic sense had been +singularly quickened. He might be seen almost daily wending his +way, with a red-covered Baedeker under his arm, to the gate of a +certain villa, where he would breathe the musty air of the deserted +gallery for hours together, gaze abstractedly out of the windows, +and sometimes, when he was observed, even make a pretence of +sketching. Usually it was Monna Nina or Pietro who came to open the +gate for him on such occasions, but, at rare intervals, it happened +that Annunciata was sent to be his cicerone. She always met him +with fear and trembling, but so irresistible was the fascination +which he exerted over her, that he seemed to be able to change her +mood at will. When he greeted her with his lazy smile her heart +gave a great thump, and she laughed responsively, almost in spite +of herself. If he scowled, which he was sometimes pleased to do +when Monna Nina or Pietro had taken her place for several +successive days, she looked apprehensive and inquired about his +health. The costly presents of jewelry which he had given her, she +hid guiltily in the most secret drawer of her chest, and then sat +up late into the night and rejoiced and wept over them.</p> + +<p>As for Vincent, it must be admitted that his own infatuation was +no less complete. He had a<a name='Page_79'></a> feeling as if some +new force had entered his life and filled it with a great, though +dimly apprehended, meaning. His thought had gained a sweep and a +width of wing which were a perpetual surprise to him. Not that he +reasoned much about if he only felt strong and young and mightily +aroused. He had firmly resolved to make Annunciata his wife, and he +was utterly at a loss, and even secretly irritated at her +reluctance to have their relation revealed to her parents. He could +brook no obstacle in his march of conquest, and was constantly +chafing at the necessity of concealment. He had frequently thought +of anticipating Annunciata's decision, by presenting himself to her +parents as a Crœsus from beyond the sea, who entertained the +laudable intention of marrying their fair daughter; but somehow the +character of Cophetua was ridiculously melodramatic, and +Annunciata, with her imperial air, would have made a poor job of +the beggar-maid.</p> + +<p>It was on the tenth of March, 186-, a memorable date in the +lives of the three persons concerned in this narrative. Cranbrook +had just finished a semi-æsthetic and semi-political letter +to a transatlantic journal, in which he figured twice a month as +"our own correspondent." It was already late in the night; but the +excitement of writing had made him abnormally wakeful, and knowing +that it was of no use to go to bed, he blew out his<a name= +'Page_80'></a> lamp, lit a cigar and walked out upon the +<i>loggia</i>. There was a warm and fitful spring wind blowing, and +the unceasing rustling of the ilex leaves seemed cool and soothing +to his hot and overwrought senses. In the upper strata of the air, +a stronger gale was chasing dense masses and torn shreds of cloud +with a fierce speed before the lunar crescent; and the broad +terrace beyond the trees was alternately illuminated and plunged in +gloom. In one of these sudden illuminations, Cranbrook thought he +saw a man leaning against the marble balustrade; something appeared +to be unwinding itself slowly from his arms, and presently there +stood a woman at his side. Then the moon vanished behind a cloud, +and all was darkness. Cranbrook began to tremble; a strange +numbness stole over him. He stood for a while motionless, then +lifted his hand to his forehead; but he hardly felt its touch; he +only felt that it was cold and wet. Several minutes passed; a damp +gust of wind swept through the tree-tops and a night-hawk screamed +somewhere in the darkness. Presently the moon sailed out into the +blue space, and he saw again the two figures locked in a close +embrace. The wind bore toward him a dear familiar voice which +sounded tender and appealing; his blood swept like fire through his +veins. Hardly knowing what he did, he leaped down the stairs which +led from the <i>loggia</i> into the court rushed<a name= +'Page_81'></a> through the garden toward the terrace, grappled for +a moment with somebody, thrust against something hard which +suddenly yielded, and then fell down—down into a deep and +dark abyss.</p> + +<p>When he awoke he felt a pair of cold hands fumbling with his +shirt-collar; trees were all about him and the blue moonlit sky +above him. He arose, not without difficulty, and recognized +Annunciata's face close to his; she looked frightened and strove to +avoid his glance.</p> + +<p>"The Holy Virgin be praised, Signore Giovanni!" she whispered. +"But Signore Enrico, he seems to be badly hurt."</p> + +<p>He suddenly remembered what had happened; but he could bring +forth no sound; he had a choking sensation in his throat and his +lips seemed numb and lifeless. He saw Annunciata stooping down over +a form that lay outstretched on the ground, but the sight of her +was repulsive to him and he turned away.</p> + +<p>"Help me, Signore Giovanni," she begged in a hoarse whisper. "He +may be dead and there is no one to help him."</p> + +<p>Half mechanically he stooped down—gracious heavens! It was +Vincent! In an instant all his anger and misery were forgotten.</p> + +<p>"Hurry, Annunciata," he cried; "run for a doctor. Great God! +what have you done?"</p> + +<a name='Page_82'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>VI.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Six weeks later two young Americans were sitting on the deck of +the Cunarder <i>Siberia</i>, which had that morning left the +Queenstown harbor.</p> + +<p>"Jack," said the one, laying his hand on the other's shoulder in +a way that expressed an untold amount of friendliness, "I don't +think it is good policy to keep silence any longer. I know I have +committed my monumental piece of folly, as you prophesied, but I +need hardly tell you, Jack, that I didn't know at the time +what—what I know now," he finished, hurriedly.</p> + +<p>"I never doubted that, Harry," answered the other with a certain +solemn impressiveness. "But don't let us talk. I have not reached +the stage yet when I can mention her name without a pang; and I +fear—I fear I never shall."</p> + +<p>They sat for a long while smoking in silence and gazing +pensively toward the dim coast-line of Europe, which was gradually +fading away upon the eastern horizon.</p> + +<p>"Jack," began Vincent abruptly, "I feel as if I had passed +through a severe illness."</p> + +<p>"So you have, Harry," retorted Cranbrook.</p> + +<p>"Oh, pshaw! I don't mean that. That little physical suffering +was nothing more than I deserved. But a fever, they say, sometimes +purifies the<a name='Page_83'></a> blood, and mine, I think, has +left me a cleaner and a wiser fellow than it found me."</p> + +<p>The steamer kept ploughing its broad pathway of foam through the +billows; a huge cloud of fantastic shape loomed up in the east, and +the vanishing land blended with and melted away among its fleecy +embankments.</p> + +<p>"Are you perfectly sure, Jack," said Vincent, throwing the +burning stump of his cigar over the gunwale, "that the experiences +of the past year have not been all an excursion into the 'Arabian +Nights'? If it were not for that fine marble relief in my trunk +which I bought of that miserable buffoon in the Via Sistina, I +should easily persuade myself that the actual world were bounded on +the east by the Atlantic and on the west by the Pacific Ocean. I +was just considering whether I should try to smuggle it through the +custom-house, or whether, perhaps, it would be wiser to give Uncle +Sam his due."</p> + +<p>"And what does the relief represent?" asked Cranbrook, half +indifferently.</p> + +<p>"It is a copy from an antique one. Agamemnon robbing Achilles of +his—"</p> + +<p>Cranbrook gave a start, and walked rapidly toward the other end +of the boat. In half an hour he returned, stopped in front of +Vincent, grasped his hand warmly and said:</p> + +<p>"Harry, let us agree never to refer to that<a name= +'Page_84'></a> which is passed. In your life it was an episode, in +mine it was a catastrophe."</p> + +<p>Since that day, Annunciata's name has never passed their +lips.</p> + +<p>There is, however, an epilogue to this tale which cannot well be +left untold. In the winter of 187-, ten years after their first +Italian sojourn, the two friends again visited Rome together. One +beautiful day in February, they found themselves, perhaps not quite +by accident, in the neighborhood of the well-remembered villa. They +rang the bell at the garden gate and were admitted by a robust +young man who seemed to be lounging among the overgrown hedges in +some official capacity. The mossy Triton was still prosecuting his +thankless task in the midst of his marble basin; the long stairs to +the terrace were yet as damp and slippery as of old, and the +noseless Roman senator was still persevering in his majestic +attitude, although a sprig of maiden-hair was supporting its +slender existence in the recess of his countenance which had once +been occupied by his stately nose. Vincent and Cranbrook both +regarded these familiar objects with peculiar emotions, but +faithful to their agreement, they made no comment. At last they +stopped before the sarcophagus—and verily Babetta was still +there. A clean and chubby-faced Italian baby with large black eyes +rose out of its marble depth and hailed them with simple,<a name= +'Page_85'></a> inarticulate delight. Cranbrook gazed long at the +child, then lifted it up in his arms and kissed it. The young man +who had opened the gate for them stood by observing the scene with +a doubtful expression of suspicion and wonder. As the stranger +again deposited the child on the blanket in the bottom of the +sarcophagus, he stepped up before the door and called:</p> + +<p>"Annunciata!"</p> + +<p>A tall, comely matron appeared in the door—and the +strangers hastened away.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='UNDER_THE_GLACIER'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_86'></a>UNDER THE GLACIER.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>In one of the deepest fjord-valleys on the western coast of +Norway there lives, even to this day, a legend which may be worth +relating. Several hundred years ago, a peasant dwelt there in the +parish who had two sons, both born on the same day. During their +infancy they looked so much alike that even the father himself +could not always tell one from the other; and as the mother had +died soon after their birth, there was no one to settle the +question of primogeniture. At last the father, too, died, and each +son, feeling sure that he was the elder, laid claim to the farm. +For well nigh a year they kept wrangling and fighting, each +threatening to burn the house over the other's head if he dared to +take possession of it. The matter was finally adjusted by the +opportune intervention of a neighbor who stood in high repute for +wisdom. At his suggestion, they should each plant side by side a +twig or sprout of some tree or herb, and he to whose plant God gave +growth<a name='Page_87'></a> should be the owner of the farm. This +advice was accepted; for God, both thought, was a safer arbiter +than man. One of the brothers, Arne, chose a fern +(<i>Ormgrass</i>), and the other, Ulf, a sweet-brier. A week later, +they went with the wise man and two other neighbors to the remote +pasture at the edge of the glacier where, by common consent, they +had made their appeal to the judgment of heaven. Arne's fern stood +waving in dewy freshness in the morning breeze; but Ulf's +sweet-brier lay prostrate upon the ground, as if uprooted by some +hostile hand. The eyes of the brothers met in a long, ill-boding +glance.</p> + +<p>"This is not heaven's judgment," muttered Ulf, under his breath. +"Methinks I know the hand that has wrought this dastardly +deed."</p> + +<p>The umpires, unmindful of the charge, examined the uprooted +twig, and decided that some wild animal must have trodden upon it. +Accordingly they awarded the farm to Arne. Then swifter than +thought Ulf's knife flew from its sheath; Arne turned pale as death +and quivered like an aspen leaf. The umpires rushed forward to +shield him. There was a moment of breathless suspense. Then Ulf +with a wild shout hurled his knife away, and leaped over the brink +of the precipice down into the icy gulf below. A remote hollow +rumbling rose from the abyss, followed by a deeper stillness. The +men peered out over the edge of<a name='Page_88'></a> the rock; the +glacier lay vast and serene, with its cold, glittering surface +glaring against the sky, and a thousand minute rivulets filled the +air with their melodious tinkling.</p> + +<p>"God be his judge and yours," said the men to Arne, and hastened +away.</p> + +<p>From that day Arne received the surname Ormgrass (literally +Wormgrass, Fern), and his farm was called the Ormgrass farm. And +the name has clung to his descendants until this day. Somehow, +since the death of Ulf, the family had never been well liked, and +in their proud seclusion, up under the eternal ice-fields, they +sought their neighbors even less than they were themselves sought. +They were indeed a remarkably handsome race, of a light build, with +well-knit frames, and with a touch of that wild grace which makes a +beast of prey seem beautiful and dangerous.</p> + +<p>In the beginning of the present century Arne's grandson, Gudmund +Ormgrass, was the bearer of the family name and the possessor of +the estate. As ill luck would have it, his two sons, Arne and +Tharald, both wooed the same maiden,—the fairest and proudest +maiden in all the parish. After long wavering she at last was +betrothed to Arne, as some thought, because he, being the elder, +was the heir to the farm. But in less than a year, some two weeks +before the wedding was to be, she bore a child; and Arne was not +its father.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_89'></a>That same night the brothers met in an +evil hour; from words they came to blows, knives were drawn, and +after midnight Tharald was carried up to the farm with a deep wound +in his shoulder and quite unconscious. He hovered for a week on the +brink of death; then the wound began to heal and he recovered +rapidly. Arne was nowhere to be found; rumor reported that he had +been seen the day after the affray, on board a brig bound for Hull +with lumber. At the end of a year Tharald married his brother's +bride and took possession of the farm.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>One morning in the early summer of 1868, some thirty-five years +after the events just related, the fjord valley under the glacier +was startled by three shrill shrieks from the passing steamer, the +usual signal that a boat was wanted to land some stray passenger. A +couple of boats were pushed out from the beach, and half a dozen +men, with red-peaked caps and a certain picturesque nonchalance in +their attire, scrambled into them and soon surrounded the gangway +of the steamer. First some large trunks and boxes were lowered, +showing that the passenger, whoever he might be, was a person of +distinction,—an impression which was still further confirmed +by the appearance of a tall,<a name='Page_90'></a> dark-skinned +man, followed by a woolly-headed creature of a truly Satanic +complexion, who created a profound sensation among the boatmen. +Then the steamer shrieked once more, the echoes began a prolonged +game of hide-and-seek among the snow-hooded peaks, and the boats +slowly ploughed their way over the luminous mirror of fjord.</p> + +<p>"Is there any farm here, where my servant and myself can find +lodgings for the summer?" said the traveller, turning to a young +peasant lad. "I should prefer to be as near to the glacier as +possible."</p> + +<p>He spoke Norwegian, with a strong foreign accent, but +nevertheless with a correct and distinct enunciation.</p> + +<p>"My father, Tharald Ormgrass, lives close up to the ice-field," +answered the lad. "I shouldn't wonder if he would take you, if you +will put up with our way of living."</p> + +<p>"Will you accompany me to your father's house?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I guess I can do that." (<i>Ja, jeg kan nok det</i>.)</p> + +<p>The lad, without waiting for further summons, trotted ahead, and +the traveller with his black servant followed.</p> + +<p>Maurice Fern (for that was the stranger's name) was, as already +hinted, a tall, dark-complexioned<a name='Page_91'></a> man, as yet +slightly on the sunny side of thirty, with a straight nose, firm, +shapely mouth, which was neither sensual nor over-sensitive, and a +pair of clear dark-brown eyes, in which there was a gleam of +fervor, showing that he was not altogether incapable of enthusiasm. +But for all that, the total impression of his personality was one +of clear-headed decision and calm energy. He was a man of an +absorbing presence, one whom you would have instinctively noticed +even in a crowd. He bore himself with that unconscious grace which +people are apt to call aristocratic, being apparently never +encumbered by any superfluity of arms and legs. His features, +whatever their ethnological value might be, were, at all events, +decidedly handsome; but if they were typical of anything, they told +unmistakably that their possessor was a man of culture. They showed +none of that barbaric frankness which, like a manufacturer's label, +flaunts in the face of all humanity the history of one's origin, +race, and nationality. Culture is hostile to type; it humanizes the +ferocious jaw-bones of the Celt, blanches the ruddy lustre of the +Anglo-Saxon complexion, contracts the abdominal volume of the +Teuton, and subdues the extravagant angularities of Brother +Jonathan's stature and character. Although respecting this +physiognomic reticence on the part of Mr. Fern, we dare not leave +the reader in ignorance regarding the cir<a name= +'Page_92'></a>cumstances of which he was the unconscious +result.</p> + +<p>After his flight from Norway, Arne Ormgrass had roamed about for +several months as "a wanderer and a vagabond upon the earth," +until, finally, he settled down in New Orleans, where he entered +into partnership with a thrifty young Swede, and established a +hotel, known as the "Sailors' Valhalla." Fortune favored him: his +reckless daring, his ready tongue, and, above all, his +extraordinary beauty soon gained him an enviable reputation. Money +became abundant, the hotel was torn down and rebuilt with the usual +barbaric display of mirrors and upholstery, and the landlords began +to aspire for guests of a higher degree. Then, one fine day, a +young lady, with a long French name and aristocratic antecedents, +fell in love with Arne, not coolly and prudently, as northern +damsels do, but with wildly tragic gesticulations and a declamatory +ardor that were superb to behold. To the Norseman, however, a +passion of this degree of intensity was too novel to be altogether +pleasing; he felt awed and bewildered,—standing, as he did, +for the first time in his life in the presence of a veritable +mystery. By some chance their clandestine meetings were discovered. +The lady's brother shot at Arne, who returned the shot with better +effect; then followed elopement—marriage—return to the +bosom of the family, and a final<a name='Page_93'></a> grand +tableau with parental blessing and reconciliation.</p> + +<p>From that time forth, Arne Fern, as he was called (his Norse +name having simply been translated into English), was a man of +distinction. After the death of his father-in-law, in 1859, he sold +his Louisiana property and emigrated with his wife and three +children to San Francisco, where by successful real-estate +investments he greatly increased his wealth. His eldest son, +Maurice, was, at his own request, sent to the Eastern States, where +educational advantages were greater; he entered, in due time, one +of the best and oldest universities, and, to the great +disappointment of his father, contracted a violent enthusiasm for +natural science. Being convinced, however, that remonstrance was +vain, the old gentleman gradually learned to look with a certain +vague respect upon his son's enigmatical pursuits, and at last +surprised the latter by "coming down quite handsomely" when funds +were required for a geological excursion to Norway.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>A scientific enthusiasm is one of the most uncomfortable things +a human bosom can harbor. It may be the source of a good deal of +private satisfaction to the devotee, but it makes him, in his<a +name='Page_94'></a> own estimation, superior to all the minor +claims of society. This was, at least in an eminent degree, the +case with Maurice Fern. He was not wilfully regardless of other +people's comfort; he seemed rather to be unconscious of their +existence, except in a dim, general way, as a man who gazes +intently at a strong light will gradually lose sight of all +surrounding objects. And for all that, he was, by nature, a +generous man; in his unscientific moments, when his mind was, as it +were, off duty, he was capable of very unselfish deeds, and even of +sublime self-sacrifice. It was only a few weeks since he had given +his plaid to a shivering old woman in the Scottish stage-coach, and +caught a severe cold in consequence; but he had bestowed his +charity in a reserved, matter-of-fact way which made the act appear +utterly commonplace and unheroic. He found it less troublesome to +shiver than to be compelled to see some one else shivering, and his +generosity thus assumed the appearance of a deliberate choice +between two evils.</p> + +<p>Phenomena of this degree of complexity are extremely rare in +Norway, where human nature, as everything else, is of the +large-lettered, easily legible type; and even Tharald Ormgrass, +who, in spite of his good opinion of himself, was not an acute +observer, had a lively sense of the foreignness of the guest whom, +for pecuniary reasons, he<a name='Page_95'></a> had consented to +lodge during the remainder of the summer.</p> + +<p>A large, quaint, low-ceiled chamber on the second floor, with a +superfluity of tiny greenish window-panes, was assigned to the +stranger, and his African servant, Jake, was installed in a smaller +adjoining apartment. The day after his arrival Maurice spent in +unpacking and polishing his precious instruments, which, in the +incongruous setting of rough-hewn timbers and gaily painted Norse +furniture, looked almost fantastic. The maid who brought him his +meals (for he could waste no time in dining with the family) walked +about on tip-toe, as if she were in a sick-chamber, and +occasionally stopped to gaze at him with mingled curiosity and +awe.</p> + +<p>The Ormgrass farm consisted of a long, bleak stretch of +hill-side, in part overgrown with sweet-brier and juniper, and +covered with large, lichen-painted bowlders. Here and there was a +patch of hardy winter wheat, and at odd intervals a piece of +brownish meadow. At the top of the slope you could see the huge +shining ridge of the glacier, looming in threatening silence +against the sky. Leaning, as it did, with a decided impulse to the +westward, it was difficult to resist the impression that it had +braced itself against the opposite mountain, and thrown its whole +enormous weight against the Ormgrass hills for the purpose of +forcing a<a name='Page_96'></a> passage down to the farm. To +Maurice, at least, this idea suggested itself with considerable +vividness as, on the second day after his arrival, he had his first +complete view of the glacier. He had approached it, not from below, +but from the western side, at the only point where ascent was +possible. The vast expanse of the ice lay in cold, ghastly shade; +for the sun, which was barely felt as a remote presence in the +upper air, had not yet reached the depths of the valley. A silence +as of death reigned everywhere; it floated up from the dim blue +crevasses, it filled the air, it vibrated on the senses as with a +vague endeavor to be heard. Jake, carrying a barometer, a +surveyor's transit, and a multitude of smaller instruments, +followed cautiously in his master's footsteps, and a young lad, +Tharald Ormgrass's son, who had been engaged as a guide, ran nimbly +over the glazed surface, at every step thrusting his steel-shod +heels vindictively into the ice. But it would be futile for one of +the uninitiated to attempt to follow Maurice in his scientific +investigations; on such occasions he would have been extremely +uninteresting to outside humanity, simply because outside humanity +was the last thing he would have thought worth troubling himself +about. And still his unremitting zeal in the pursuit of his aim, +and his cool self-possession in the presence of danger, were not +without a sublimity of their own; and the lustrous<a name= +'Page_97'></a> intensity of his vision as he grasped some new fact +corroborative of some favorite theory, might well have stirred a +sympathetic interest even in a mind of unscientific +proclivities.</p> + +<p>An hour after noon the three wanderers returned from their +wintry excursion, Maurice calm and radiant, the ebony-faced Jake +sore-footed and morose, and young Gudmund, the guide, with that +stanch neutrality of countenance which with boys passes for +dignity. The sun was now well in sight, and the silence of the +glacier was broken. A thousand tiny rills, now gathering into +miniature cataracts, now again scattering through a net-work of +small, bluish channels, mingled their melodious voices into a +hushed symphony, suggestive of fairy bells and elf-maidens dancing +in the cool dusk of the arctic midsummer night.</p> + +<p>Fern, with an air of profound preoccupation, seated himself on a +ledge of rock at the border of the ice, took out his note-book and +began to write.</p> + +<p>"Jake," he said, without looking up, "be good enough to get us +some dinner."</p> + +<p>"We have nothing except some bread and butter, and some meat +extract," answered the servant, demurely.</p> + +<p>"That will be quite sufficient. You will find my pocket-stove +and a bottle of alcohol in my valise."</p> + +<p>Jake grumblingly obeyed; he only approved of science in so far +as it was reconcilable with sub<a name='Page_98'></a>stantial +feeding. He placed the lamp upon a huge bowlder (whose black sides +were here and there enlivened with patches of buff and scarlet +lichen), filled the basin with water from the glacier, and then +lighted the wick. There was something obtrusively incongruous in +seeing this fragile contrivance, indicating so many complicated +wants, placed here among all the wild strength of primitive nature; +it was like beholding the glacial age confronted with the +nineteenth century.</p> + +<p>At this moment Fern was interrupted in his scientific +meditations by a loud scream of terror, and lifting his eyes, he +saw a picturesque combination of yellow, black, and scarlet (in its +general outline resembling a girl), fleeing with desperate speed up +the narrow path along the glacier. The same glance also revealed to +him two red-painted wooden pails dancing down over the jagged +bowlders, and just about to make a final leap down upon the ice, +when two determined kicks from his foot arrested them. Feeling +somewhat solicitous about the girl, and unable to account for her +fright, he hurried up the path; there she was again, still running, +her yellow hair fluttering wildly about her head. He put his hands +to his mouth and shouted. The echoes floated away over the desolate +ice-hills, growing ever colder and feebler, like some abstract +sound, deprived of its human quality. The girl, glancing back over +her shoulder, showed a fair face,<a name='Page_99'></a> convulsed +with agitation, paused for an instant to look again, and then +dropped upon a stone in a state of utter collapse. One moment more +and he was at her side. She was lying with her face downward, her +blue eyes distended with fright, and her hands clutching some tufts +of moss which she had unconsciously torn from the sides of the +stone.</p> + +<p>"My dear child," he said, stooping down over her (there was +always something fatherly in his manner toward those who were +suffering), "what is it that has frightened you so? It is surely +not I you are afraid of?"</p> + +<p>The girl moved her head slightly, and her lips parted as with an +effort to speak; but no sound came.</p> + +<p>Fern seized her hand, and put his forefinger on her pulse.</p> + +<p>"By Jove, child," he exclaimed, "how you have been running!"</p> + +<p>There was to him something very pathetic in this silent +resignation of terror. All the tenderness of his nature was +stirred; for, like many another undemonstrative person, he hid +beneath a horny epidermis of apathy some deep-hued, warm-blooded +qualities.</p> + +<p>"There now," he continued, soothingly; "you will feel better in +a moment. Remember there is nothing to be afraid of. There is +nobody here who will do you any harm."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_100'></a>The young girl braced herself up on her +elbow, and threw an anxious glance down the path.</p> + +<p>"It surely was the devil," she whispered, turning with a look of +shy appeal toward her protector.</p> + +<p>"The devil? Who was the devil?"</p> + +<p>"He was all black, and he grinned at me so horribly;" and she +trembled anew at the very thought.</p> + +<p>"Don't be a little goose," retorted he, laughing. "It was a far +less important personage. It was my servant, Jake. And it was God +who made him black, just for the sake of variety, you know. It +would be rather monotonous to have everybody as white as you and +me."</p> + +<p>She attempted to smile, feeling that it was expected of her; but +the result was hardly proportionate to the effort. Her features +were not of that type which lends itself easily to disguises. A +simple maidenly soul, if the whole infinite variety of human masks +had been at its disposal, would have chosen just such a countenance +as this as its complete expression. There was nothing striking in +it, unless an entirely faultless combination of softly curving +lines and fresh flesh-tints be rare enough to merit that +appellation; nor would any one but a cynic have called it a +commonplace face, for the absolute sweetness and purity which these +simple lines and tints expressed appealed directly to that part of +one's nature where no harsh adjectives dwell. It was a feeling of +this kind which<a name='Page_101'></a> suddenly checked Fern in the +scientific meditation he was about to indulge, and spoiled the +profound but uncharitable result at which he had already half +arrived. A young man who could extract scientific information from +the features of a beautiful girl could hardly be called human; and +our hero with all his enthusiasm for abstract things, was as yet +not exalted above the laws which govern his species.</p> + +<p>The girl had, under his kindly ministry, recovered her breath +and her spirits. She had risen, brushed the moss and loose earth +from her dress, and was about to proceed on her way.</p> + +<p>"I thank you," she said simply, reaching him her hand in Norse +fashion. "You have been very good to me."</p> + +<p>"Not at all," he answered, shaking her hand heartily. "And now, +wouldn't you please tell me your name?"</p> + +<p>"Elsie Tharald's daughter Ormgrass."</p> + +<p>"Ah, indeed! Then we shall soon be better acquainted. I am +living at your father's house."</p> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Two weeks had passed since Maurice's arrival at the farm. Elsie +was sitting on the topmost step of the store-house stairs, intent +upon some kind of coarse knitting-work, whose bag-like convexity +re<a name='Page_102'></a>motely suggested a stocking. Some +straggling rays of the late afternoon sun had got tangled in the +loose locks on her forehead, which shone with a golden +translucence. At the foot of the stairs stood her father, polishing +with a woollen rag the tarnished silver of an ancient harness. At +this moment Fern was seen entering the yard at the opposite side, +and with his usual brisk step approaching the store-house. Elsie, +looking up from her knitting, saw at once that there was something +unusual in his manner—something which in another man you +might have called agitation, but which with him was but an intenser +degree of self-command.</p> + +<p>"Good-evening," he said, as he stopped in front of her father. +"I have something I wish to speak with you about."</p> + +<p>"Speak on, young man," answered Tharald, rubbing away +imperturbably at one of the blinders. "Elsie isn't likely to blab, +even if what you say is worth blabbing."</p> + +<p>"It is a more serious affair than you think," continued Fern, +thrusting his peaked staff deep into the sod. "If the glacier goes +on advancing at this rate, your farm is doomed within a year."</p> + +<p>The old peasant raised his grizzly head, scratched with +provoking deliberation the fringe of beard which lined his face +like a frame, and stared with a look of supercilious scorn at his +informant.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_103'></a>If our fare don't suit you," he growled, +"you needn't stay. We shan't try to keep you."</p> + +<p>"I had no thought of myself," retorted Fern, calmly; for he had +by this time grown somewhat accustomed to his host's disagreeable +ways. "You will no doubt have observed that the glacier has, within +the last thirty years, sent out a new branch to the westward, and +if this branch continues to progress at its present rate, nothing +short of a miracle can save you. During the first week after my +arrival it advanced fifteen feet, as I have ascertained by accurate +measurements, and during the last seven days it has shot forward +nineteen feet more. If next winter should bring a heavy fall of +snow, the nether edge may break off, without the slightest warning, +and an avalanche may sweep down upon you, carrying houses, barns, +and the very soil down into the fjord. I sincerely hope that you +will heed my words, and take your precautions while it is yet time. +Science is not to be trifled with; it has a power of prophecy surer +than that of Ezekiel or Daniel."</p> + +<p>"The devil take both you and your science!" cried the old man, +now thoroughly aroused. "If you hadn't been poking about up there, +and digging your sneezing-horn in everywhere, the glacier would +have kept quiet, as it has done before, as far back as man's memory +goes. I knew at once that mischief was brewing when you and your +black<a name='Page_104'></a> Satan came here with your +pocket-furnaces, and your long-legged gazing-tubes, and all the +rest of your new-fangled deviltry. If you don't hurry up and get +out of my house this very day, I will whip you off the farm like a +dog."</p> + +<p>Tharald would probably have continued this pleasing harangue for +an indefinite period (for excitement acted as a powerful stimulus +to his imagination), had he not just then felt the grasp of a hand +upon his arm, and seen a pair of blue eyes, full of tearful appeal, +raised to his.</p> + +<p>"Get away, daughter," he grumbled, with that shade of gruffness +which is but the transition to absolute surrender. "I am not +talking to you."</p> + +<p>"Oh, father," cried the girl, still clinging to his arm, "it is +very wrong in you to talk to him in that way. You know very well +that he would never do us any harm. You know he cannot move +anything as large as the glacier."</p> + +<p>"The devil only knows what he can't do," muttered Tharald, with +a little explosive grunt, which might be interpreted as a qualified +concession. The fact was, he was rather ashamed of his senseless +violence, but did not feel it to be consistent with his dignity to +admit unconditionally that he had been in the wrong.</p> + +<p>"These learned chaps are not to be trusted, child," he went on, +in a tone of serious remonstrance. "It isn't safe to have one of +them fellows<a name='Page_105'></a> running about loose. I heard of +one up in the West Parish last summer, who was staying with Lars +Norby. He was running about with a bag and a hammer, and poking his +nose into every nook and cranny of the rocks. And all the while he +stayed there, the devil ran riot on the farm. Three cows slinked, +the bay mare followed suit, and the chickens took the cramps, and +died as fast as they were hatched. There was no luck in anything. I +tell you, my lass, the Almighty doesn't like to have anybody +peeping into His hand, and telling Him when to trump and when to +throw a low card. That is the long and short of it. If we don't +ship this fellow, smooth-faced and nice as he may be, we shall have +a run of bad luck here, such as you never saw the like of +before."</p> + +<p>In the meanwhile, Maurice, not wishing to overhear the +conversation, had entered the house, and father and daughter were +left to continue their parley in private. There was really, as +Elsie thought, some plausibility in the old man's prognostications, +and the situation began to assume a very puzzling aspect to her +mind. She admitted that scientists, viewed as a genus, were +objectionable; but insisted that Fern, to whose personal charms she +was keenly alive, was an exception to the rule. She felt confident +that so good a man as he could never have tried to pry into the +secrets of God Almighty. Tharald yielded grumblingly, inch by<a +name='Page_106'></a> inch, and thus saved his dignity, although his +daughter, in the end, prevailed. She obtained his permission to +request the guest to remain, and not interpret too literally the +rather hasty words he had used. Thus a compromise was effected. +Fern suspended his packing, and resumed his objectionable attitude +toward the mysteries of creation.</p> + +<p>About a week after this occurrence, Maurice was walking along +the beach, watching some peasant lads who were spearing trout in a +brook near by. The sun had just dipped below the western mountain +peaks, and a cool, bluish twilight, which seemed the essence of +atmospheric purity, purged of all accessory effects, filled the +broad, placid valley, and made it a luxury to breathe. The torches +of the fishermen flitted back and forth between the slender stems +of the birches, and now and then sent up a great glare of light +among the foliage, which shone with a ghostly grayish green. The +majestic repose of this scene sank deeply into Fern's mind; dim +yearnings awoke in him, and a strange sense of kinship with these +mountains, fjords, and glaciers rose from some unknown depth of his +soul. He seemed suddenly to love them. Whenever he thought of +Norway in later years, the impression of this night revived within +him. After a long ramble over the sand, he chanced upon a low, +turf-thatched cot<a name='Page_107'></a>tage lying quite apart from +the inhabited districts of the valley. The sheen of the fire upon +the hearth-stone fell through the open door and out upon the white +beach, and illuminated faintly the middle portion of a long +fishing-net, which was suspended on stakes, for drying. Feeling a +little tired, he seated himself on a log near the door, and gazed +out upon the gleaming glaciers in the distance.</p> + +<p>While he was sitting thus, he was startled at the sound of a +voice, deep, distinct, and sepulchral, which seemed to proceed from +within the cottage.</p> + +<p>"I see a book sealed with seven seals," the voice was saying. +"Two of them are already broken, and when the third shall be +broken—then it is all black—a great calamity will +happen."</p> + +<p>"Pray don't say that, Gurid," prayed another voice, with a +touching, child-like appeal in it (and he instantly recognized it +as Elsie's). "God is so very strong, you know, and He can certainly +wipe away that black spot, and make it all bright again. And I +don't know that I have done anything very wrong of late; and +father, I know, is really very good, too, even if he does say some +hard things at times. But he doesn't mean anything by it—and +I am sure—"</p> + +<p>"Be silent, child!" interrupted the first voice. "Thou dost not +understand, and it is well for thee that thou dost not. For it is +written, 'He shall<a name='Page_108'></a> visit the sins of the +fathers upon the children, even unto the third and fourth +generation.'"</p> + +<p>"How terrible!"</p> + +<p>"Hush! Now I see a man—he is tall and beautiful—has +dark hair and rather a dark face."</p> + +<p>"Pray don't say anything more. I don't want to know. Is he to +break the seals?"</p> + +<p>"Then there is water—water—a long, long +journey."</p> + +<p>Maurice had listened to this conversation with feelings of +mingled amusement and pity, very much as he would have listened to +a duet, representing the usual mixture of gypsy and misguided +innocence, in an old-fashioned opera. That he was playing the +eavesdropper had never entered his mind. The scene seemed too +utterly remote and unreal to come within the pale of moral canons. +But suddenly the aspect of affairs underwent a revolution, as if +the misguided young lady in the opera had turned out to be his +sister, and he himself under obligation to interfere in her behalf. +For at that moment there came an intense, hurried whisper, to which +he would fain have closed his ears:</p> + +<p>"And does he care for me as I do for him?"</p> + +<p>He sprang up, his ears tingling with shame, and hurried down the +beach. Presently it occurred to him, however, that it was not quite +chivalrous in him to leave little Elsie there alone with the +dark-<a name='Page_109'></a>minded sibyl. Who knew but that she +might need his help? He paused, and was about to retrace his steps, +when he heard some one approaching, whom he instinctively knew to +be Elsie. As she came nearer, the moon, which hung transfixed upon +the flaming spear of a glacier peak, revealed a distressed little +face, through whose transparent surface you might watch the play of +emotions within, as one watches the doings of tiny insects and +fishes in an aquarium.</p> + +<p>"What have they been doing to my little girl?" asked Fern, with +a voice full of paternal tenderness. "She has been crying, poor +little thing."</p> + +<p>He may have been imprudent in addressing a girl of seventeen in +this tender fashion; but the truth was, her short skirts and the +two long braids of yellow hair were in his mind associated with +that age toward which you may, without offence, assume the role of +a well-meaning protector, and where even a kiss need not +necessarily be resented. So far from feeling flattered by the +unwished-for recollection of Elsie's feeling for him, he was rather +disposed to view it as a pathological phenomenon,—as a sort +of malady, of which he would like to cure her. It is not to be +denied, however, that if this was his intention, the course he was +about to pursue was open to criticism. But it must be borne in mind +that Fern was no<a name='Page_110'></a> expert on questions of the +heart,—that he had had no blighting experiences yielding him +an unwholesome harvest of premature wisdom.</p> + +<p>For a long while they walked on in silence, holding each other's +hands like two children, and the sound of their footsteps upon the +crisp, crunching sand was singularly exaggerated by the great +stillness around them.</p> + +<p>"And whom is it you have been visiting so late in the night, +Elsie?" he asked, at last, glancing furtively into her face.</p> + +<p>"Hush, you mustn't talk about her," answered she, in a timid +whisper. "It was Gurid Sibyl, and she knows a great many things +which nobody else knows except God."</p> + +<p>"I am sorry you have resort to such impostors. You know the +Bible says it is wrong to consult sibyls and fortune-tellers."</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't know it. But you mustn't speak ill of her, or she +will sow disease in your blood and you will never see another +healthy day. She did that to Nils Saetren because he mocked her, +and he has been a cripple ever since."</p> + +<p>"Pshaw, I am not afraid of her. She may frighten +children—"</p> + +<p>"Hush! Oh, don't!" cried the girl, in tones of distress, laying +her hand gently over his mouth. "I wouldn't for the world have +anything evil happen to you."</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_111'></a>Well well, you foolish child," he +answered, laughing. "If it grieves you, I will say nothing more +about it. But I must disapprove of your superstition all the +same."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no; don't think ill of me," she begged piteously, her eyes +filling with tears.</p> + +<p>"No no, I will not. Only don't cry. It always makes me feel +awkward to see a woman cry."</p> + +<p>She brushed her tears away and put on a resolute little pout, +which was meant to be resigned if not cheerful.</p> + +<p>Fifteen minutes later they were standing at the foot of the +stairs leading up to his room. The large house was dark and silent. +Everybody was asleep. Thinking the opportunity favorable for giving +her a bit of parting advice, Maurice seized hold of both her arms +and looked her gravely in the eyes. She, however, misinterpreting +the gesture, very innocently put up her lips, thinking that he +intended to kiss her. The sweet, child-like trustfulness of the act +touched him; hardly knowing what he did, he stooped over her and +kissed her. As their eyes again met, a deep, radiant contentment +shone from her countenance. It was not a mere momentary brightening +of the features, such as he had often noticed in her before, but +something inexpressibly tender, soul-felt, and absolute. It was as +if that kiss had suddenly transformed the child into a woman.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>V.</h2> + +<a name='Page_112'></a> <br> + + +<p>Summer hurried on at a rapid pace, the days grew perceptibly +shorter, and the birds of passage gathered in large companies on +the beach and on the hill-tops, holding noisy consultations to +prepare for their long southward journey. Maurice still stayed on +at the Ormgrass Farm, but a strange, feverish mood had come over +him. He daily measured the downward progress of the glacier in +agitated expectancy, although as a scientific experiment it had +long ceased to yield him any satisfaction. That huge congealed +residue of ten thousand winters had, however, acquired a human +interest to him which it had lacked before; what he had lost as a +scientist he had gained as a man. For, with all respect for +Science, that monumental virgin at whose feet so many cherished +human illusions have already been sacrificed, it is not to be +denied that from an unprofessional point of view a warm-blooded, +fair-faced little creature like Elsie is a worthier object of a +bachelor's homage. And, strive as he would, Maurice could never +quite rid himself of the impression that the glacier harbored in +its snowy bosom some fell design against Elsie's peace and safety. +It is even possible that he never would have discovered the real +nature of his feelings for her if it had not been for<a name= +'Page_113'></a> this constant fear that she might any moment be +snatched away from him.</p> + +<p>It was a novel experience in a life like his, so lonely amid its +cold, abstract aspirations, to have this warm, maidenly +spring-breath invading those chambers of his soul, hitherto +occupied by shivering calculations regarding the duration and +remoteness of the ice age. The warmer strata of feeling which had +long lain slumbering beneath this vast superstructure of glacial +learning began to break their way to the light, and startled him +very much as the earth must have been startled when the first patch +of green sod broke into view, steaming under the hot rays of the +noonday sun. Abstractly considered, the thing seemed preposterous +enough for the plot of a dime novel, while in the light of her +sweet presence the development of his love seemed as logical as an +algebraic problem. At all events, the result was in both cases +equally inexorable. It was useless to argue that she was his +inferior in culture and social accomplishments; she was still young +and flexible, and displayed an aptness for seizing upon his ideas +and assimilating them which was fairly bewildering. And if purity +of soul and loving singleness of purpose be a proof of noble blood, +she was surely one of nature's noblewomen.</p> + +<p>In the course of the summer, Fern had made several attempts to +convince old Tharald that the<a name='Page_114'></a> glacier was +actually advancing. He willingly admitted that there was a +possibility that it might change its mind and begin to recede +before any mischief was done, but he held it to be very hazardous +to stake one's life on so slim a chance. The old man, however, +remained impervious to argument, although he no longer lost his +temper when the subject was broached. His ancestors had lived there +on the farm century after century, he said, and the glacier had +done them no harm. He didn't see why he should be treated any worse +by the Almighty than they had been; he had always acted with +tolerable fairness toward everybody, and had nothing to blame +himself for.</p> + +<p>It was perhaps the third time when Tharald had thus protested +his blamelessness, that his guest, feeling that reasoning was +unavailing, let drop some rather commonplace remark about the +culpability of all men before God.</p> + +<p>Tharald suddenly flared up, and brought down his fist with a +blow on the table.</p> + +<p>"Somebody has been bearing tales to you, young man," he cried. +"Have you been listening to parish talk?"</p> + +<p>"That matters little," answered Fern, coolly. "No one is so +blameless that he can claim exemption from misfortune as his just +desert."</p> + +<p>"Aha, so they have told you that the farm is not mine," +continued his host, while his gray eyes<a name='Page_115'></a> +glimmered uneasily under his bushy brows. "They have told you that +silly nursery tale of the planting of the fern and the sweet-brier, +and of Ulf, who sought his death in the glacier. They have told you +that I stole the bride of my brother Arne, and that he fled from me +over the sea,—and you have believed it all."</p> + +<p>At the sound of the name Arne, a flash darted through Maurice's +mind; he sprang up, stood for a moment tottering, and then fell +back into the chair. Dim memories of his childhood rose up within +him; he remembered how his father, who was otherwise so brave and +frank and strong, had recoiled from speaking of that part of his +life which preceded his coming to the New World. And now, he +grasped with intuitive eagerness at this straw, but felt still a +vague fear of penetrating into the secret which his father had +wished to hide from him. He raised his head slowly, and saw +Tharald's face contracted into an angry scowl and his eyes staring +grimly at him.</p> + +<p>"Well, does the devil ride you?" he burst forth, with his +explosive grunt.</p> + +<p>Maurice brushed his hand over his face as if to clear his +vision, and returned Tharald's stare with frank fearlessness. There +was no denying that in this wrinkled, roughly hewn mask there were +lines and suggestions which recalled the free and noble mold of his +father's features. It was a coincidence<a name='Page_116'></a> of +physiognomic intentions rather than actual resemblance—or a +resemblance, such as might exist between a Vandyck portrait and the +same face portrayed by some bungling village artist.</p> + +<p>The old man, too, was evidently seeing visions; for he presently +began to wince under Maurice's steady gaze, and some troubled +memory dwelt in his eye as he rose, and took to sauntering +distractedly about on the floor.</p> + +<p>"How long is it since your brother Arne fled over the sea?" +asked Maurice, firmly.</p> + +<p>"How does that concern you?"</p> + +<p>"It does concern me, and I wish to know."</p> + +<p>Tharald paused in his walk, and stood long, measuring his +antagonist with a look of slow, pondering defiance. Then he tossed +his head back with a grim laugh, walked toward a carved oaken press +in a corner, took out a ponderous Bible, and flung it down on the +table.</p> + +<p>"I am beginning to see through your game," he said gruffly. +"Here is the family record. Look into it at your leisure. And if +you are right, let me know. But don't you tell me that that scare +about the glacier wasn't all humbug. If it is your right of entail +you want to look up, I sha'n't stand in your way."</p> + +<p>Thereupon he stalked out, slamming the door behind him; the +walls shook, and the windows shivered in their frames.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_117'></a>A vast sheet of gauzy cloud was slowly +spreading over the western expanse of the sky. Through its silvery +meshes the full moon looked down upon the glacier with a grave +unconcern. Drifts of cold white mist hovered here and there over +the surface of the ice, rising out of the deep blue hollows, +catching for an instant the moonbeams, and again gliding away into +the shadow of some far-looming peak.</p> + +<p>On the little winding path at the end of the glacier stood +Maurice, looking anxiously down toward the valley. Presently a pale +speck of color was seen moving in the fog, and on closer inspection +proved to be that scarlet bodice which in Norway constitutes the +middle portion of a girl's figure. A minute more, and the bodice +was surmounted by a fair, girlish face, which looked ravishingly +fresh and tangible in its misty setting. The lower portions, partly +owing to their neutral coloring and in part to the density of the +fog, were but vaguely suggested.</p> + +<p>"I have been waiting for you nearly half an hour, down at the +river-brink," called out a voice from below, and its clear, mellow +ring seemed suddenly to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "I really +thought you had forgotten me."</p> + +<p>"Forgotten you?" cried Maurice, making a very<a name= +'Page_118'></a> unscientific leap down in the direction of the +voice "When did I ever forget you, you ungrateful thing?"</p> + +<p>"Aha!" responded Elsie, laughing, for of course the voice as +well as the bodice was hers. "Now didn't you say the edge of the +glacier?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, but I didn't say the lower edge. If you had at all been +gifted with the intuition proverbially attributed to young ladies +in your situation, you would have known that I meant the western +edge—in fact here, and nowhere else."</p> + +<p>"Even though you didn't say it?"</p> + +<p>"Even though I did say it."</p> + +<p>Fern was now no longer a resident of the Ormgrass Farm. After +the discovery of their true relation, Tharald had shown a sort of +sullen, superstitious fear of him, evidently regarding him as a +providential Nemesis who had come to avenge the wrong he had done +to his absent brother. No amount of friendliness on Maurice's part +could dispel this lurking suspicion, and at last he became +convinced that, for the old man's sake as well as for his own, it +was advisable that they should separate. This arrangement, however, +involved a sacrifice which our scientist had at first been disposed +to regard lightly; but a week or two of purely scientific +companionship soon revealed to him how large a factor Elsie had +become in his life, and we have seen how he managed to reconcile +the two<a name='Page_119'></a> conflicting necessities. The present +rendezvous he had appointed with a special intention, which, with +his usual directness, he proceeded to unfold to her.</p> + +<p>"Elsie dear," he began, drawing her down on a stone at his side, +"I have something very serious which I wish to talk to you +about."</p> + +<p>"And why do you always want to talk so solemnly to me, +Maurice?"</p> + +<p>"Now be a brave little girl, Elsie, and don't be +frightened."</p> + +<p>"And is it, then, so very dreadful?" she queried, trembling a +little at the gravity of his manner rather than his words.</p> + +<p>"No, it isn't dreadful at all. But it is of great importance, +and therefore we must both be serious. Now, Elsie dear, tell me +honestly if you love me enough to become my wife now, at once."</p> + +<p>The girl cast timid glances around her, as if to make sure that +they were unobserved. Then she laid her arms round his neck, gazed +for a moment with that trustful look of hers into his eyes, and put +up her lips to be kissed.</p> + +<p>"That is no answer, my dear," he said, smiling, but responding +readily to the invitation. "I wish to know if you care enough for +me to go away with me to a foreign land, and live with me always as +my wife."</p> + +<p>"I cannot live anywhere without you," she murmured, sadly.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_120'></a>And then you will do as I wish?"</p> + +<p>"But it will take three weeks to have the banns published, and +you know father would never allow that."</p> + +<p>"That is the very reason why I wish you to do without his +consent. If you will board the steamer with me to-morrow night, we +will go to England and there we can be married without the +publishing of banns, and before any one can overtake us."</p> + +<p>"But that would be very wrong, wouldn't it? I think the Bible +says so, somewhere."</p> + +<p>"In Bible times marriages were on a different basis from what +they are now. Moreover, love was not such an inexorable thing then, +nor engagements so pressing."</p> + +<p>She looked up with eyes full of pathetic remonstrance, and was +sadly puzzled.</p> + +<p>"Then you will come, darling?" he urged, with lover-like +persuasiveness. "Say that you will."</p> + +<p>"I will—try," she whispered, tearfully, and hid her +troubled face on his bosom.</p> + +<p>"One thing more," he went on. "Your house is built on the brink +of eternity. The glacier is moving down upon you silently but +surely. I have warned your father, but he will not believe me. I +have chosen this way of rescuing you, because it is the only +way."</p> + +<p>The next evening Maurice and his servant stood on the pier, +waiting impatiently for Elsie, until the<a name='Page_121'></a> +whistle sounded, and the black-hulled boat moved onward, ploughing +its foamy path through the billows. But Elsie did not come.</p> + +<p>Another week passed, and Maurice, fired with a new and desperate +resolution, started for the capital, and during the coming winter +the glacier was left free to continue its baneful plottings +undisturbed by the importunate eyes of science. Immediately on his +arrival in the city he set on foot a suit in his father's name +against Tharald Gudmundson Ormgrass, to recover his rightful +inheritance.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>VII.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>On a cold, bleak day, in the latter part of March, we find +Maurice once more in the valley. He had played a hazardous game, +but so far fortune had favored him. In that supreme self-trust +which a great and generous passion inspires, he had determined to +force Tharald Ormgrass to save himself and his children from the +imminent destruction. The court had recognized his right to the +farm upon the payment of five hundred dollars to its present +nominal owner. The money had already been paid, and the farm lay +now desolate and forlorn, shivering in the cold gusts from the +glacier. The family had just boarded a large English brig which lay +at anchor out in the fjord, and was about to set sail for the new +world beyond the sea. In the prow<a name='Page_122'></a> of the +vessel stood Tharald, gazing with sullen defiance toward the +unknown west, while Elsie, her eyes red with weeping, and her +piquant little face somewhat pinched with cold, was clinging close +to him, and now and then glancing back toward the dear, deserted +homestead.</p> + +<p>It had been a sad winter for poor little Elsie. As the lawsuit +had progressed, she had had to hear many a harsh word against her +lover, which seemed all the harder because she did not know how to +defend him. His doings, she admitted, did seem incomprehensible, +and her father certainly had some show of justice on his side when +he upbraided him as cruel, cold, and ungrateful; but, with the +sweet, obstinate loyalty of a Norse maiden, she still persisted in +believing him good and upright and generous. Some day it would all +be cleared up, she thought, and then her triumph and her happiness +would be the greater. A man who knew so many strange things, she +argued in her simplicity (for her pride in his accomplishments was +in direct proportion to her own inability to comprehend them), +could not possibly be mean and selfish as other men.</p> + +<p>The day had, somehow, a discontented, dubious look. Now its +sombre veil was partially lifted, and something like the shadow of +a smile cheered you by its promise, if not by its presence; then a +great rush of light from some unexpected quarter of the<a name= +'Page_123'></a> heavens, and then again a sudden closing of all the +sunny paths—a dismal, gray monotony everywhere. Now and then +tremendous groans and long-drawn thunderous rumblings were heard +issuing from the glaciers, and the ice-choked river, whose voice +seldom rose above an even baritone, now boomed and brawled with the +most capricious interludes of crashing, grinding, and rushing +sounds.</p> + +<p>On the pier down at the fjord stood Maurice, dressed from head +to foot in flannel, and with a jaunty sailor's hat, secured with an +elastic cord under his chin. He was gazing with an air of +preoccupation up toward the farm, above which the white edge of the +glacier hung gleaming against the dim horizon. Above it the fog +rose like a dense gray wall, hiding the destructive purpose which +was even at this moment laboring within. Some minutes elapsed. +Maurice grew impatient, then anxious. He pulled his note-book from +his pocket, examined some pages covered with calculations, dotted a +neglected <i>i</i>, crossed a <i>t</i>, and at last closed the book +with a desperate air. Presently some dark figure was seen striding +down the hill-side, and the black satellite, Jake, appeared, +streaming with mud and perspiration.</p> + +<p>"Well, you wretched laggard," cried Maurice, as he caught sight +of him, "what answer?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody answered nothing at all," responded Jake, all out of +breath. "They be all gone.<a name='Page_124'></a> Aboard the ship, +out there. All rigged, ready to sail."</p> + +<p>A few minutes later there was a slight commotion on board the +brig <i>Queen Anne</i>. A frolicsome tar had thrown out a rope, and +hauled in two men one white and one black. The crew thronged about +them,</p> + +<p>"English, eh?"</p> + +<p>"No; American."</p> + +<p>"Yankees? Je-ru-salem! Saw your rig wasn't right, somehow."</p> + +<p>General hilarity. Witty tar looks around with an air of +magnanimous deprecation.</p> + +<p>A strange feeling of exultation had taken possession of Maurice. +The light and the air suddenly seemed glorious to him. He knew the +world misjudged his action; but he felt no need of its vindication. +He was rather inclined to chuckle over its mistake, as if it and +not he were the sufferer. He walked with rapid steps toward the +prow of the ship, where. Tharald and Elsie were standing. There was +a look of invincibility in his eye which made the old man quail +before him. Elsie's face suddenly brightened, as if flooded with +light from within; she made an impulsive movement toward him, and +then stood irresolute.</p> + +<p>"Elsie," called out her father, with a husky tremor in his +voice. "Let him alone, I tell thee. He might leave us in peace now. +He has driven<a name='Page_125'></a> from hearth and home." Then, +with indignant energy, "He shall not touch thee, child. By the +heavens, he shall not."</p> + +<p>Maurice smiled, and with the same sense of serene benignity, +wholly unlover-like, clasped her in his arms.</p> + +<p>A wild look flashed in the father's eyes; a hoarse groan broke +from his chest. Then, with a swift rekindling of energy, he darted +forward, and his broad hands fell with a tiger-like grip on +Maurice's shoulders. But hark! The voices of the skies and the +mountains echo the groan. The air, surcharged with terror, whirls +in wild eddies, then holds its breath and trembles. All eyes are +turned toward the glacier. The huge white ridge, gleaming here and +there through a cloud of smoke, is pushing down over the +mountain-side, a black bulwark of earth rising totteringly before +it, and a chaos of bowlders and blocks of ice following, with dull +crunching and grinding noises, in its train. The barns and the +store-house of the Ormgrass farm are seen slowly climbing the +moving earth-wall, then follows the +mansion—rising—rising—and with a tremendous, +deafening crash the whole huge avalanche sweeps downward into the +fjord. The water is lashed into foam; an enormous wave bearing on +its crest the shattered wrecks of human homes, rolls onward; the +good ship <i>Queen Anne</i> is tossed skyward, her cable snaps and +springs up<a name='Page_126'></a>ward against the mast-head, +shrieks of terror fill the air, and the sea flings its strong, +foam-wreathed arms against the farther shore.</p> + +<p>A dead silence follows. The smoke scatters, breaks into drifting +fragments, showing the black naked mountain-side.</p> + +<p>The next morning, as the first glimmerings of the dawn pierced +the cloud-veil in the east, the brig <i>Queen Anne</i> shot before +a steady breeze out toward the western ocean. In the prow stood +Maurice Fern, in a happy reverie; on a coil of rope at his feet sat +Tharald Ormgrass, staring vacantly before him. His face was cold +and hard; it had scarcely stirred from its dead apathy since the +hour of the calamity. Then there was a patter of light footsteps on +the deck, and Elsie, still with something of the child-like wonder +of sleep in her eyes, emerged from behind the broad white sail.</p> + +<p>Tharald saw her and the hardness died out of his face. He strove +to speak once—twice, but could not.</p> + +<p>"God pity me," he broke out, with an emotion deeper than his +words suggested. "I was wrong. I had no faith in you. She has. Take +her, that the old wrong may at last be righted."</p> + +<p>And there, under God's free sky, their hands were joined +together, and the father whispered a blessing.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='A_KNIGHT_OF_DANNEBROG'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_127'></a>A KNIGHT OF DANNEBROG.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Victor Julien St. Denis Dannevig is a very aristocratic +conglomeration of sound, as every one will admit, although the St. +had a touch of irony in it unless placed before the Julien, where +in the present case its suggestion was not wholly unappropriate. As +he was when I first met him, his nature seemed to be made up of +exquisite half-tints, in which the most antagonistic tastes might +find something to admire. It presented no sharp angles to wound +your self-esteem or your prejudices. Morally, intellectually, and +physically, he was as smooth as velvet, and as agreeable to the +touch. He never disagreed with you, whatever heterodox sentiments +you might give vent to, and still no one could ever catch him in +any positive inconsistency or self-contradiction. The extreme +liberal who was on terms of intimacy with the nineteenth century, +and passionately hostile to all temporal and spiritual rulers, put +him down as a rising man, who might be confidently counted on<a +name='Page_128'></a> when he should have shed his down and assume I +his permanent colors; and the prosperous conservative who had +access to the private ear of the government lauded his good sense +and his moderate opinions, and resolved to press his name at the +first vacancy that might occur in the diplomatic service. In fact, +every one parted from him with the conviction that at heart he +shared his sentiments; even though for prudential reasons he did +not choose to express himself with emphasis.</p> + +<p>The inference, I am afraid, from all this, is that Dannevig was +a hypocrite; but if I have conveyed that impression to any one, I +certainly have done my friend injustice. I am not aware that he +ever consciously suspended his convictions for the sake of +pleasing; but convictions require a comparative depth of soil in +order to thrive, and Dannevig's mind was remarkable for territorial +expanse rather than for depth. Of course, he did with astonishing +ease assume the color of the person he was talking with; but this +involved, with him, no conscious mental process, no deliberate +insincerity. It was rather owing to a kind of constitutional +adaptability, an unconquerable distaste for quarrelling, and the +absence of any decided opinions of his own.</p> + +<p>It was in the year 186-, just as peace had been concluded +between Prussia and Denmark, that I made Dannevig's acquaintance. +He was then the<a name='Page_129'></a> hero of the day; all +Copenhagen, as it seemed, had gone mad over him. He had just +returned from the war, in which he had performed some extraordinary +feat of fool-hardiness and saved seven companies by the sacrifice +of his mustache. The story was then circulating in a dozen +different versions, but, as nearly as I could learn, he had, in the +disguise of a peasant, visited the Prussian camp on the evening +preceding a battle and had acted the fool with such a perfection of +art as to convince the enemy of his harmlessness. Before morning, +however, he had furnished the Danish commander with important +intelligence, thereby preventing the success of a surprise movement +which the Prussians were about to execute. In return for this +service he had been knighted on the battle-field, the order of +Dannebrog having been bestowed upon him.</p> + +<p>One circumstance that probably intensified the charm which +Dannevig exerted upon the social circles of the Danish capital was +the mystery which shrouded his origin. There were vague whisperings +of lofty parentage, and even royal names were hinted at, always, of +course, in the strictest privacy. The fact that he hailed from +France (though no one could say it for a certainty) and still had a +Danish name and spoke Danish like a native, was in itself looked +upon as an interesting anomaly. Then again, his easy, aristocratic +bearing and his<a name='Page_130'></a> finely carved face suggested +all manner of romantic possibilities; his long, delicate hands, the +unobtrusive perfection of his toilet and the very texture of his +handkerchiefs told plainly enough that he had been familiar with +high life from the cradle. His way of living, too, was the subject +of much curious comment. Without being really extravagant, he still +spent money in a free-and-easy fashion, and always gave one the +impression of having unbounded resources, though no one could tell +exactly what they were. The only solution of the riddle was that he +might have access to the treasury of some mighty man who, for +reasons which perhaps would not bear publicity, felt called upon to +support him.</p> + +<p>I had heard his name abundantly discussed in academical and +social circles and was thoroughly familiar with the hypothetical +part of his history before chance led me to make his personal +acquaintance. He had then already lost some of his first lustre of +novelty, and the professional yawners at club windows were +inclining to the opinion that "he was a good enough fellow, but not +made of stuff that was apt to last." But in the afternoon +tea-parties, where ladies of fashion met and gently murdered each +other's reputations, an allusion to him was still the signal for +universal commotion; his very name would be greeted with clouds of +ecstatic adjectives, and wild interjections and en<a name= +'Page_131'></a>thusiatic superlatives would fly buzzing about your +ears until language would seem to be at its last gasp, and for a +week to come the positive and comparative degrees would be +applicable only to your enemies.</p> + +<p>It was an open secret that the Countess von Brehm, one of the +richest heiresses in the kingdom, was madly in love with him and +would probably bestow her hand upon him in defiance of the wishes +and traditions of her family. And what man, outside of the royal +house, would be fool enough to refuse the hand of a Countess von +Brehm?</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>During the winter 1865-66, I met Dannevig frequently at clubs, +student festivals, and social gatherings, and his melodious voice, +his epigrammatic talk, and his beauty never failed to extort from +me a certain amount of reluctant admiration. I could not help +noticing, however, that his charming qualities were all very much +on the surface, and as for his beauty, it was of a purely physical +kind. As a mere animal he could not have been finer. His eyes were +as pure and blue and irresponsible as a pair of spring violets, and +his face was as clean-cut and perfect as an ideal Greek mask, and +as devoid of spiritual meaning. His animation was charmingly +heedless and genuine,<a name='Page_132'></a> but nevertheless was +mere surface glitter and never seemed to be the expression of any +really strong and heartfelt emotion. I could well imagine him +pouting like Achilles over the loss of a lovely Briseis and +bursting into vituperative language at the sight of the robber; but +the very moment Briseis was restored his wrath would as suddenly +have given way to the absolute bliss of possession.</p> + +<p>The evening before my final departure from Copenhagen he gave a +little party for me at his apartments, at which a dozen or more of +our friends were invited.</p> + +<p>I must admit that he was an admirable host. Without appearing at +all to exert himself, he made every one feel at his ease, filled up +every gap in the conversation with some droll anecdote or personal +reminiscence, and still contrived to make us all imagine that we +were entertaining instead of being entertained. The supper was a +miracle of culinary skill, and the wines had a most refined and +aristocratic flavor. He ate and drank with the deliberation and +relish of a man who, without being exactly a gourmand, nevertheless +counted the art of dining among the fine arts, and prided himself +on being something of a connoisseur. Nothing, I suppose, could have +ruined me more hopelessly in his estimation than if I had betrayed +unfamiliarity with table etiquette,—if, for instance,<a name= +'Page_133'></a> I poured Rhine wine into the white glasses, or +sherry or Madeira into the blue.</p> + +<p>As the hours of the night advanced, Dannevig's brilliancy rose +to an almost dangerous height, which, as it appeared to us, could +end in nothing short of an explosion. And the explosion came at +last in the shape of a speech which I shall quote as nearly as the +long lapse of years will permit.</p> + +<p>After some mysterious pantomimic play directed toward a +singularly noiseless and soft-mannered butler, our host arose, +assumed an attitude as if he were about to address the universe, +and spoke as follows:</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen! As our distinguished friend here (all Americans, as +you are aware, are born sovereigns and accordingly distinguished) +is about to leave us, the spirit moves me to give voice to the +feeling which animates us all at this peculiar juncture of events." +(Here the butler returned with two bottles, which Dannevig seized +and held up for general inspection.) "Bravo! here I hold in my hand +a rare and potent juice, the condensed essence of all that is rich +and fair and sweet in the history, character, and climate of <i>la +belle France</i>, a juice for which the mouths of princes have +often watered in vain—in short a bottle of Château +Yquem. I have my reasons for plucking the fairest bloom of my +cellar on an occasion like this: for what I am about to say is not +entirely in the nature of a compliment,<a name='Page_134'></a> and +the genial influence of this royal wine will be needed to +counteract the possible effects of my speech. In other words, I +want the goodness of my wine to compensate for the rudeness of my +intended remarks.</p> + +<p>"America has never until now had the benefit of my opinion of +her, which may in part account for the crudeness of her present +condition. Now she has sent a competent emissary to us, who will +return and faithfully report my sentiments, and if he does his work +well, you may be prepared for revolutions beyond the Atlantic in +decades to come. To begin with the beginning: the American +continent, extending as it does from pole to pole, with a curious +attenuation in the middle, always looked to me in my boyhood as a +huge double bag flung across the back of the world; the symbolic +sense of this form was not then entirely clear to me; but now, I +think, I divine its meaning. As the centuries with their changing +civilizations rolled over Europe, it became apparent to the +Almighty that a spacious lumber-room was needed, where all the +superfluous odds and ends that no longer fitted to the changed +order of things might be stowed away for safe-keeping. Now, as you +will frequently in a lumber-room, amid a deal of absolute dross, +stumble upon an object of rare and curious value, so also in +America you may, among heaps of human trumpery, be startled by<a +name='Page_135'></a> the sparkle of a genuine human jewel. Our +friend here, I need not add, is such a jewel, though cut according +to the fashion of the last century, when men went wild over liberty +and other illusory ideals and when, after having exhausted all the +tamer kinds of dissipation, they amused themselves by cutting each +other's heads off. Far be it from me to impute any such truculent +taste to my honored guest. I only wish to observe that the land +from which he hails has not yet outlived the revolutionary heresies +of a century ago, that his people is still afflicted with those +crude fever fantasies, of which Europe was only cured by a severe +and prolonged bleeding. It has always been a perplexing problem to +me, how a man who has seen the Old World can deliberately choose +such a land as his permanent abode. I, for my part, should never +think of taking such a step until I had quarrelled with all the +other countries of the world, one by one, and as life is too short +for such an experience, I never expect to claim the hospitality of +Brother Jonathan under his own roof.</p> + +<p>"As regards South America, I never could detect its use in the +cosmic economy, unless it was flung down there in the southern +hemisphere purely as ballast, to prevent the globe from +upsetting.</p> + +<p>"Now, the moral of these edifying remarks is that I would urge +my guest to correct, as soon as possible, the mistake he made in +the choice of his<a name='Page_136'></a> birthplace. As a man never +can be too circumspect in the selection of his parents, so neither +can he exercise too much caution in the choice of his country. My +last word to thee is: 'Fold thy tent, and pitch it again where +mankind, politics and cookery are in a more advanced state of +development.' Friends, let us drink to the health of our guest, and +wish for his speedy return."</p> + +<p>I replied with, perhaps, some superfluous ardor to this +supercilious speech, and a very hot discussion ensued. When the +company finally broke up, Dannevig, fearing that he had offended +me, laid his arm confidentially on my shoulder, drew me back from +the door, and pushed me gently into an easy-chair.</p> + +<p>"Look here!" he said, planting himself in front of me. "It will +never do for you and me to part, except as friends. I did not mean +to patronize you, and if my foolish speech impressed you in that +way, I beg you to forgive me."</p> + +<p>He held out his long, beautiful hand, which after some +hesitation I grasped, and peace was concluded.</p> + +<p>"Take another cigar," he continued, throwing himself down on a +damask-covered lounge opposite me. "I am in a confiding mood +to-night, and should like to tell you something. I feel an absolute +need to unbosom myself, and Fate points to you as the only safe +receptacle of my confidence.<a name='Page_137'></a> After +to-morrow, the Atlantic will be between us, and if my secret should +prove too explosive for your reticence, your indiscretion will do +me no harm. Listen, then. You have probably heard the town gossip +connecting my name with that of the Countess von Brehm."</p> + +<p>I nodded assent.</p> + +<p>"Well, my modesty forbids me to explain how far the rumor is +true. But, the fact is, she has given me the most unmistakable +proofs of her favor. Of course, a man who has seen as much of the +world as I have cannot be expected to reciprocate such a passion in +its sentimental aspects; but from its—what shall I say?"</p> + +<p>"Say, from a financial point of view it is not unworthy of your +consideration," I supplied, unable to conceal my disgust.</p> + +<p>"Well, yes," he resumed blandly, "you have hit it. However, I am +by no means blind to her fascination. Moreover, the countess has a +latent vein of fierceness in her nature which in time may endear +her to my heart. Last night, for instance, we were at a ball at the +Baron P——'s, and we danced together incessantly. While +we were whirling about to the rhythm of an intoxicating melody, I, +feeling pretty sure of my game, whispered half playfully in her +ear: 'Countess, what would you say, if I should propose to you?' +'Propose and you will see,' she answered gravely,<a name= +'Page_138'></a> while those big black eyes of hers flashed at until +I felt half ashamed of my flippancy. Of course I did not venture to +put the question then and there, although I was sorely tempted. Now +that shows that she has spirit, to say the least. What do you +think?"</p> + +<p>"I think," I answered, with emphasis, "that if I were a friend +of the Countess von Brehm I should go to her to-morrow and implore +her to have nothing to do with you."</p> + +<p>"By Jove," he burst forth, laughing; "if <i>I</i> were a friend +of the countess, I should do the very same thing; but being her +lover, I cannot be expected to take such a disinterested view of +the case. Moreover, my labor would be thrown away; for, <i>entre +nous</i>, she is too much in love with me."</p> + +<p>I felt that if I stayed a moment longer we should inevitably +quarrel. I therefore rose, somewhat abruptly, and pulled on my +overcoat, averring that I was tired and should need a few hours of +sleep before embarking in the morning.</p> + +<p>"Well," he said, shaking my hand heartily, as we parted in the +hall, "if ever you should happen to visit Denmark again, you must +promise me that you will look me up. You have a standing invitation +to my future estate."</p> + +<a name='Page_139'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Some three years later I was sitting behind my editorial desk in +a newspaper office in Chicago, and the impressions from my happy +winter in Copenhagen had well nigh faded from memory. The morning +mail was brought in, and among my letters I found one from a Danish +friend with whom I had kept up a desultory correspondence. In the +letter I found the following paragraph:</p> + +<div class='blkquot'> +<p>"Since you left us, Dannevig has been going steadily down hill, +until at last his order of Dannebrog just managed to keep him +respectable. About a month ago he suddenly vanished from the social +horizon, and the rumor says that he has fled from his numerous +creditors, and probably now is on his way to America. His +resources, whatever they were, gradually failed him, while his +habits remained as extravagant as ever. If the popular belief is to +be credited, he lived during the two last years on his prospect of +marrying the Countess von Brehm, which prospect in Copenhagen was +always convertible into cash. The countess, by the way, was +unflinching in her devotion to him, and he would probably long ago +have led her to the altar, if her family had not so bitterly +opposed him. The old count, it is said, swore that he would +disinherit her if she ever mentioned his name to him again; and +those who know him feel confident that he would have kept his word. +The countess, however, was quite willing to make that sacrifice, +for Dannevig's sake; but here, unfortunately, that cowardly +prudence of his made a fool of him. He hesitated and hesitated long +enough to wear out the patience of a dozen women less elevated and +heroic than she is. Now the story goes that the old count, wishing +at all hazards to get him out of the way, made him a definite +proposition to pay all his<a name='Page_140'></a> debts, and give +him a handsome surplus for travelling expenses, if he would consent +to vanish from the kingdom for a stated term of years. And +according to all appearances Dannevig has been fool enough to +accept the offer. I should not be surprised if you would hear from +him before long, in which case I trust you will keep me informed of +his movements. A Knight of Dannebrog, you know, is too conspicuous +a figure to be entirely lost beneath the waves of your +all-levelling democracy. Depend upon it, if Dannevig were stranded +upon a desert isle, he would in some way contrive to make the +universe aware of his existence. He has, as you know, no talent for +obscurity; there is a spark of a Cæsar in him, and I tremble +for the fate of your constitution if he stays long enough among +you."</p> +</div> + +<p>Four months elapsed after the receipt of this letter, and I had +almost given up the expectation (I will not say hope) of seeing +Dannevig, when one morning the door to my office was opened, and a +tall, blonde-haired man entered. With a certain reckless grace, +which ought to have given me the clue to his identity, he sauntered +up to my desk and extended his hand to me.</p> + +<p>"Hallo, old boy!" he said, with a weak, weary smile. "How are +you prospering? You don't seem to know me."</p> + +<p>"Heavens!" I cried, "Dannevig! No, I didn't know you. How you +have altered!"</p> + +<p>He took off his hat, and flung himself into a chair opposite me. +His large, irresponsible eyes fixed themselves upon mine, with a +half-daring, half-apologetic look, as if he were resolved to put +the best face on a desperate situation. His once so<a name= +'Page_141'></a> ambitious mustache drooped despondingly, and his +unshaven face had an indescribably withered and dissipated look. +All the gloss seemed to have been taken off it, and with it half +its beauty and all its dignity had departed.</p> + +<p>"Dannevig," I said, with all the sympathy I had at my command, +"what <i>has</i> happened to you? Am I to take your word for it, +that you have quarrelled with all the world, and that this is your +last refuge?"</p> + +<p>"Well," he answered, evasively, "I should hardly say that. It is +rather your detestable democratic cookery which has undone me. I +haven't had a decent meal since I set my foot on this accursed +continent. There is an all-pervading plebeian odor of republicanism +about everything one eats here, which is enough to ruin the +healthiest appetite, and a certain barbaric uniformity in the bill +of fare which would throw even a Diogenes into despair. May the +devil take your leathery beef-steaks, as tough as the prose of +Tacitus, your tasteless, nondescript buckwheats, and your heavy, +melancholy wines, and I swear it would be the last you would hear +of him!"</p> + +<p>"There! that will do, Dannevig!" I cried, laughing. "You have +said more than enough to convince me of your identity. I do admit I +was sceptical as to whether this could really be you, but you have +dispelled my last doubts. It was my in<a name= +'Page_142'></a>tention to invite you to dine with me to-day but you +have quite discouraged me. I live quite <i>en garçon</i>, +you know, and have no Château Yquem nor pheasant <i>à +la Sainte Alliance</i>, and whatever else your halcyon days at the +Café Anglais may have accustomed you to."</p> + +<p>"Never mind that. Your company will in part reconcile me to the +republicanism of your table. And, to put the thing bluntly, can you +lend me thirty dollars? I have pawned my only respectable suit of +clothes for that amount, and in my present costume I feel +inexpressibly plebeian,—very much as if I were my own butler, +and—what is worse—I treat myself accordingly. I never +knew until now how much of the inherent dignity of a man can be +divested with his clothing. Then another thing: I am absolutely +forced to do something, and, judging by your looks, I should say +that journalism was a profitable business. Now, could you not get +me some appointment or other in connection with your paper? If, for +instance, you want a Paris correspondent, then I am just your man. +I know Paris by heart, and I have hobnobbed with every +distinguished man in France."</p> + +<p>"But we could hardly afford to pay you enough to justify you in +taking the journey on our account."</p> + +<p>"<i>O sancta simplicitas</i>! No, my boy, I have no such +intention. I can make up the whole thing<a name='Page_143'></a> +with perfect plausibility, here under your own roof; and by little +study of the foreign telegrams, I would undertake to convince +Thiers and Jules Favre themselves that I watched the play of their +features from my private box at the French opera, night before +last, that I had my eye at the key-hole while they performed their +morning ablutions, and was present as eavesdropper at their most +secret councils. Whatever I may be, I hope you don't take me to be +a chicken."</p> + +<p>"No," I answered, beguiled into a lighter mood by his own +levity. "It might be well for you if you were more of one. But as +Paris correspondent, we could never engage you, at least not on the +terms you propose. But even if I should succeed in getting a place +for you, do you know English enough to write with ease?"</p> + +<p>"I see you are disposed to give vent to your native scepticism +toward me. But I never knew the thing yet that I could not do. At +first, perhaps, I should have to depend somewhat upon your +proof-reading, but before many months, I venture to say, I could +stand on my own legs."</p> + +<p>After some further parley it was agreed that I should exert +myself in his behalf, and after a visit to the pawnbroker's, where +Dannevig had deposited his dignity, we parted with the promise to +meet again at dinner.</p> + +<a name='Page_144'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>It was rather an anomalous position for a knight of Dannebrog, a +familiar friend of princes and nobles, and an +<i>ex-habitué</i> of the Café Anglais, to be a common +reporter on a Chicago republican journal. Yet this was the position +to which (after some daring exploits in book-reviewing and art +criticism) my friend was finally reduced. As an art-critic, he +might have been a success, if western art had been more nearly in +accord with his own fastidious and exquisitely developed taste. As +it was, he managed in less than a fortnight to bring down the wrath +of the whole artistic brotherhood upon our journal, and as some of +these men were personal friends of the principal stockholders in +the paper, his destructive ardor was checked by an imperative order +from the authorities, from whose will there is no appeal. As a +book-reviewer he labored under similar disadvantages; he stoutly +maintained that the reading of a volume would necessarily and +unduly bias the critic's judgment, and that a man endowed with a +keen, literary nose could form an intelligent opinion, after a +careful perusal of the title-page, and a glance at the preface. A +man who wrote a book naturally labored under the delusion that he +was wiser or better than the majority of his fellow-creatures, in +which case you would do<a name='Page_145'></a> moral service by +convincing him of his error, inhumanity continued to encourage +authorship at the present rate, obscurity would soon become a claim +to immortality. If a writer informed you that his work "filled a +literary void," his conceit was reprehensible, and on moral grounds +he ought to be chastised; if he told you that he had only "yielded +to the urgent request of his friends," it was only fair to +insinuate that his friends must have had very long ears. +Nevertheless, Dannevig's reviews were for about a month a very +successful feature of our paper. They might be described as racy +little essays, bristling with point and epigram, on some subject +suggested by the title-pages of current volumes. At the end of that +time, however, books began to grow scarce in our office, and before +another month was at an end, we had no more need of a reviewer. My +friend was then to have his last trial as a reporter.</p> + +<p>One of his first experiences in this new capacity was at a +mass-meeting preceding an important municipal election. Not daring +to send his "copy" to the printer without revision, I determined to +sacrifice two or three hours' sleep, and to await his return. But +the night wore on, the clock struck twelve, one, and two, and no +Dannevig appeared. I began to grow anxious; our last form went to +press at four o'clock, and I had left a column and a half open for +his expected report. Not wishing to<a name='Page_146'></a> resort +to dead matter, I hastily made some selections from a fresh +magazine, and sent them to the foreman.</p> + +<p>The next day, about noon, a policeman brought me the following +note, written in pencil, on a leaf torn from a pocket-book.</p> + +<div class='blkquot'> +<p>DEAR FRIEND;</p> + +<p>I made a speech last night (and a very good one too) in behalf +of oppressed humanity, but its effect upon my audience was, to say +the least, singular. Its results, as far as I am personally +concerned were also somewhat unpleasant. Looking at myself in my +pocketglass this morning, I find that my nose has become +disproportionately prominent, besides showing an abnormal lateral +development If you would have the goodness to accompany the +obliging gentleman, who is the bearer of this, to my temporary +lodgings, I will further explain the situation to you. By the way, +it is absolutely necessary that you should come.</p> + +<p>Yours in haste,</p> + +<p>VICTOR J. ST. D. DANNEVIG, R.D.O. <sup>[A]</sup></p> +</div> + +<p> [A: Knight of the Order of Dannebrog.]</p> + +<p>I found Dannevig, as I had expected, at the so-called Armory +(the city prison), in pleasant converse with half-a-dozen +policemen, to whom he was describing, with inimitable grace and +good-humor, his adventures of the preceding night. He was too +absorbed in his narrative to notice my arrival, and I did not +choose to interrupt him.</p> + +<p>"You can imagine, gentlemen," he was saying, accompanying his +words with the liveliest gesticu<a name='Page_147'></a>lations, +"how the rude contact of a plebeian fist with my tender skin must +have impressed me. Really gentlemen, I was so surprised that I +literally lost my balance. I was, as you are no doubt aware, merely +asserting my rights as a free citizen to protest against the +presumptions of the unprincipled oligarchy which is at present +ruling this fair city. My case is exactly parallel to that of Caius +Gracchus, who, I admit, reaped a similar reward."</p> + +<p>"But you were drunk," replied a rude voice from his audience. +"Dead drunk."</p> + +<p>"Drunk," ejaculated Dannevig, with a gesture of dignified +deprecation. "Now, I submit it to you as gentlemen of taste and +experience: how would you define that state of mind and body +vulgarly styled 'drunk?' I was merely pleasantly animated, as far +as such a condition can be induced by those vulgar liquids which +you are in the habit of imbibing in this benighted country. Now, if +I had had the honor of your acquaintance in the days of my +prosperity, it would have given me great pleasure to raise your +standard of taste regarding wines and alcoholic liquors. The mixed +drinks, which are held in such high esteem in this community, are, +in my opinion, utterly demoralizing."</p> + +<p>Thinking it was high time to interrupt this discourse, I stepped +up to the orator, and laid my hand on his shoulder.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_148'></a>Dannevig," I said, "I have no time to +waste Let me settle this business for you at once."</p> + +<p>"In a moment I shall be at your service," he answered, +gracefully waving his hand; and for some five minutes more he +continued his harangue on the corrupting effects of mixed +drinks.</p> + +<p>After a visit to the court-room, a brief examination, and the +payment of a fine, we took our departure. Feeling in an +exceptionally amiable mood, Dannevig offered me his arm, and as we +again passed the group of policemen at the door he politely raised +his dilapidated hat to them, and bade them a pleasant good-morning. +The cross of Dannebrog, with its red ribbon, was dangling from the +button-hole of his coat, the front of which was literally glazed +with the stains of dried punch.</p> + +<p>"My type of countenance, as you will observe," he remarked, as +we hailed a passing omnibus, "presents some striking deviations +from the classic ideal; but it is a consoling reflection that it +will probably soon resume its normal form."</p> + +<p>Of course, all the morning as well as the evening papers, +recounted, with flaming headings, Dannevig's oration, and his +ignominious expulsion from the mass-meeting, and the most unsparing +ridicule was showered both upon him and the journal which, for the +time, he represented. One more experience of a similar nature +terminated his career as a journalist; I dared no longer espouse<a +name='Page_149'></a> his cause and he was dismissed in disgrace. +For some weeks he vanished from my horizon, and I began to hope +that he had again set his face toward the Old World, where talents +of the order he possessed are at higher premium in the social +market. But in this hope I was to be grievously disappointed.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>V.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>One day, just as I had ordered my lunch at a restaurant much +frequented by journalists, a German, named Pfeifer, one of the +largest stockholders in our paper, entered and seated himself at +the table opposite me. He was a somewhat puffy and voluminous man +with a very round bald head, and an air of defiant prosperity about +him. He had retired from the brewery business some years ago, with +a very handsome fortune.</p> + +<p>"I have been hunting for you high and low," he began in his +native tongue. "You know there is to be a ball in the +<i>Turnverein</i> to-morrow night,—a very grand affair, they +say. I suppose they have sent you tickets."</p> + +<p>"Yes, two."</p> + +<p>"And are you going?"</p> + +<p>"I had half made up my mind to send Fenner or some one +else."</p> + +<p>Mr. Pfeifer here grew superfluously confidential and related to +me in a mysterious whisper his ob<a name='Page_150'></a>ject in +seeking me. The fact was, he had a niece really <i>ein +allerliebstes Kind</i>, who had come from Milwaukee to visit him +and was to spend the winter with him. Now, to be honest, he knew +very few young gentlemen whom he would be willing to have her +associate with, and the poor child had set her heart on going to +the <i>Turn</i>-ball to-morrow. Would I kindly overlook the +informality of his request, and without telling the young lady of +his share in the proceeding, offer her my escort to the ball? Would +I be responsible for her and bring her home in good season? And to +avert Fräulein Pfeifer's possible suspicions, would I come and +dine at his house to-night and make her acquaintance?</p> + +<p>To refuse the acquaintance of a young lady who even remotely +answered to the description of "a very lovely child," was contrary +to my principles, and I need not add that I proved faithful to them +in the present instance.</p> + +<p>A German, even if he be not what one would call a cultivated +man, has nevertheless a certain sombre historic background to his +life which makes him averse to those garish effects of barbaric +splendor that impress one so unpleasantly in the houses of +Americans whose prosperity is unsupported by a corresponding amount +of culture. This was my first reflection on entering Mr. Pfeifer's +drawing-room, while in my heart I begged the<a name='Page_151'></a> +proprietor's pardon for the patronizing attitude I found myself +assuming toward him. The heavy, solid furniture, the grave and +decorously mediocre pictures, and the very tint of the walls wore +an air of substantial, though somewhat lugubrious comfort. His +niece, too, although her form was by no means lacking in grace, +seemed somehow to partake of this all-pervading air of Teutonic +solidity and homelike comfort. She was one of those women who +seemed born to make some wretched man undeservedly happy. (I always +feel a certain dim hostility to any man, even though I may not know +him, who marries a charming and lovable woman; it is with me a +foregone conclusion that he has been blessed beyond his deserts.) +There was a sweet matronliness and quiet dignity in her manner, and +beneath the placid surface of her blue eyes I suspected hidden +depths of pure maidenly sentiment. The cast of her countenance was +distinctly Germanic; not strikingly beautiful, perhaps, but +extremely pleasing; there was no discordant feature in it, no loud +or harsh suggestion to mar the subdued richness of the whole +picture. Her blond hair was twisted into a massive coil on the top +of her head, and the unobtrusive simplicity and taste of her toilet +were merely her character (as I had conceived it) translated into +millinery. My feelings, as I stood gazing at her, unconsciously +formulated themselves into the well-known bene<a name= +'Page_152'></a>diction of Heine's, which I could with difficult +keep from quoting:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Mir ist als ob ich die +Hände,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Auf's Haupt dir legen +sollt',</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Betend dass Gott dich +erhalte,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>So rein mid schön und +hold."</span><br> + + +<p>I observed with quiet amusement, though in a very sympathetic +spirit, that she did not manage her train well; and from the +furtive attention she was ever bestowing upon it, I concluded that +her experience with long dresses must have been of recent date. I +noticed, too, as she came forward to salute me, that her hands were +not unused to toil; but for this I only honored her the more.</p> + +<p>The dinner was as serious and substantial as everything else in +Mr. Pfeifer's house, and passed off without any notable incident. +The host persisted in talking business with me, which the young +lady, at whose side I sat, accepted as a matter-of-course, making +apparently no claim whatever upon the smallest share of my +attention. When the long and tedious meal was at an end, upon her +uncle's suggestion, she seated herself at the piano, and sang in a +deep, powerful contralto, Schubert's magnificent arrangement of +Heine's song of unrequited love:</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Ich grolle nicht, und wenn das +Herz auch bricht,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Ewig verlornes Lieb! ich grolle +nicht.</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Wie du auch strahlst in +Diamantenpracht,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Es fallt kein Strahl in deines +Herzens Nacht."</span><br> + + +<p><a name='Page_153'></a>There was a pathos and passion in her +voice which fairly startled me, and when I hastened to her side to +thank her for the pleasure she had given me, she accepted my +compliments with a beautiful, unaffected enthusiasm, as if they +were meant only for the composer, and were in no respect due to +her.</p> + +<p>"There is such a depth of suffering in every word and note," she +said with glowing cheeks. "He bears her no ill-will, he says, and +still you feel how the suppressed bitterness is still rankling +within him."</p> + +<p>She then sang "Auf Flügeln des Gesanges," whereupon we sat +down and talked music and Heine for the rest of the evening. Mr. +Pfeifer, reclining in his capacious easy-chair, smoked on with +slow, brooding contentment, and now and then threw in a disparaging +remark regarding our favorite poet.</p> + +<p>"He blackguarded his country abominably," he said. "And I have +no respect for a man who can do that. Besides, he was a miserable, +renegade Jew, and as I never like to have any more to do with Jews +than I can possibly help, I have never read any of his books."</p> + +<p>"But, uncle," retorted his niece, warmly, "he certainly could +not help being a Jew. And there was no one who loved Germany more +ardently than he, even though he did say severe things about +it."</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_154'></a>That is a thing about which you can have +no opinion, Hildegard," said Pfeifer, with paternal decision; and +he blew a dense cloud of smoke toward the ceiling.</p> + +<p>Miss Hildegard looked rebellious for an instant, but accepted +the verdict of superior wisdom with submissive silence. The old man +gave me a little confidential wink as if to say:</p> + +<p>"There is a model girl for you. She knows that women should not +speak in meeting."</p> + +<p>"What a delightfully fresh and unspoiled girl," I reflected, as +I wended my way homeward through the still moonlight; "so +true-hearted, and genuine, and unaffected. And still beneath all +that sweet, womanly tranquillity there are strong slumbering +forces, which some day will startle some phlegmatic countryman of +hers, who takes her to be as submissive as she looks."</p> + +<hr> +<h2>VI.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Some fifteen minutes after the appointed hour I called with a +carriage for Fräulein Hildegard, whom, to my wonder, I found +standing in all the glory of her ball-toilet (for she was evidently +afraid to sit down) in the middle of the sombre drawing-room. I had +been prepared to wait for a good half-hour, and accordingly felt a +little provoked at myself for my seeming negligence.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_155'></a>I do not mind telling you," she said, as +I sat compressed in a corner of the carriage, striving to reduce +myself to the smallest practicable dimensions, "that this is my +first ball. I don't know any of the gentlemen who will be there +to-night, but I know two or three Milwaukee ladies who have +promised to come, so, even if I don't dance much, I shall not feel +lonely."</p> + +<p>"Of course you will give me the first chance at your card," I +answered. "How many dances will you grant me?"</p> + +<p>"As many as you want. Uncle was very explicit in impressing upon +me that I am to obey you unquestioningly and have no will of my +own."</p> + +<p>"That was very unkind of him. I shall be unwilling to claim any +privilege which you do not of your own free will bestow upon +me."</p> + +<p>"I didn't mean it so," she answered, impulsively, and by the +passing light of a gas-lamp I caught a glimpse of her beaming, +innocent face. "I shall not be apt to forget that I am indebted to +your kindness for all the pleasure I shall have to-night, and if +you wish to dance with me, of course it is very kind of you."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is not much better," I murmured, ruefully, feeling +very guilty at heart. "On that ground I should be still more +reluctant to assert my claim on you."</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_156'></a>Oh, what a bungler I am!" she exclaimed +with half-amused regret. "The truth is, I am so glad, and when I am +very happy I always make blundering speeches."</p> + +<p>As we entered the magnificently lighted and decorated hall, I +noticed, to my dismay, that the company was a little more mixed +than I had anticipated. I had, therefore, no scruples in putting +down my name for four waltzes and a quadrille. I observed, too, +that my fair partner attracted much attention, partly, perhaps, on +account of her beauty, and partly on account of her superb toilet. +Her dress was of satin, of a cool, lucid, sea-green tint, such as +one sees in the fjords of Norway on a bright summer's day; the +illusion was so perfect that in dancing with her I expected every +moment to see sea-weeds and pale-green things sprouting up along +its border, and the white bunches of lilies-of-the-valley in her +hair, as they wafted their faint fragrance toward me, seemed almost +an anomaly. She danced, not with vehement abandon, but with an +airy, rhythmical grace, as if the music had entered into her soul +and her limbs were but obeying their innate tuneful impulse. When +we had finished the first waltz, I left her in the company of one +of her Milwaukee friends and started out in quest of some +acceptable male partner whose touch of her I should not feel to be +a positive desecration. I had reached about the middle of the<a +name='Page_157'></a> hall when an affectionate slap on my shoulder +caused me to turn around.</p> + +<p>"Dannevig!" I exclaimed, with frigid amazement "By Jove! Where +do you come from? You are as unexpected as a thunderclap from a +cloudless sky."</p> + +<p>"Which was a sign that Jupiter was wroth," replied Dannevig, +promptly, "and required new sacrifices. Now the sacrifice I demand +of you is that you shall introduce me to that charming little girl +you have had the undeserved luck of securing."</p> + +<p>"You choose your metaphors well," I remarked, calmly. "But, as +you know, even the Romans with all their reputed hardness of heart, +were too conscientious to tolerate human sacrifices. And I, being, +in the present instance, the <i>pontifex</i>, would never be a +party to such an atrocity."</p> + +<p>The transformation which Dannevig's face underwent was almost +terrible. A look of perfectly animal savageness distorted for a +brief moment his handsome features; his eyes flashed, and his brow +was one mass of wrinkles.</p> + +<p>"Do you mean to say that you refuse to introduce me?" he asked, +in a hoarse whisper.</p> + +<p>"That is exactly what I mean to say," I answered, with +well-feigned coolness.</p> + +<p>"And do you really suppose," he continued, while his brow slowly +relaxed, "that you can pre<a name='Page_158'></a>vent me from +making that girl's acquaintance, if I have made up my mind to +thwart you?"</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose anything of the kind," was my reply. "But you +know me well enough to be aware that you cannot browbeat me. She +shall, at all events, not owe your acquaintance to me."</p> + +<p>Dannevig stood for a while, pondering; then with one of those +sudden transitions of feeling which were so characteristic of him, +he continued in a tone of good-fellowship:</p> + +<p>"Come, now; this is ridiculous! You have been dining on +S——'s leathery beef-steak, which I have so frequently +warned you against, and, what is worse, you have had mince pie for +dessert. Your digestion is seriously deranged. For old friends like +you and me to quarrel over a little chit of a girl, is as absurd as +committing suicide because you have scratched your hand with a pin. +If your heart is really engaged in this affair, then I wont +interfere with you. I wish you luck, although judging by what I +have seen, I should say you might have made a better choice. <i>Au +revoir</i>."</p> + +<p>He skipped lightly down the floor, and was lost in the crowd. +Having selected some journalistic friends as partners for +Fräulein Hildegard, and listened with great patience to their +rhapsodies over her beauty and loveliness, I stationed myself at +the upper end of the hall, and in philosophic discon<a name= +'Page_159'></a>tent watched the dancers. Dannevig's parting words +had filled me with vague alarm; I knew that they were insincere, +and I suspected that he was even now at work to accomplish some +disastrous intention. At this moment a couple came whirling +straight toward me; a pale-green satin, train swept over my feet, +and the cross of the order of Dannebrog sent a swift flash into my +very eyes. A fierce exclamation escaped me; my blood was in tumult. +I began to feel dangerous. As the usual accelerated rush of violins +and drums announced that the dance was near its end, I did not dare +to seek my fair partner, and I had no pleasure to feign when I saw +her advancing, with a light and eager step, to where I was +standing. She was evidently too preoccupied to notice the change I +had undergone since our last parting.</p> + +<p>"Now," she said, with as near an approach to archness as a woman +of her type is capable of, "you must not think me odd if I do +something that may seem to you a little bit unconventional. It is +only your own kindness to me which encourages me to ask a favor, +which I shouldn't wonder if you would rather grant than not. The +fact is, there is a gentleman who wishes very much to dance with +me, and my card is already full. Now, would you mind giving up one +of yours? I know, in the first place, that it was from a sense of +duty that—that—that you took so many," she<a name= +'Page_160'></a> finished desperately, as I refused to come to her +aid.</p> + +<p>"We will not discuss my motives, Fräulein," I said, with as +much friendliness as I had at my command. "But, before granting +your not unreasonable request, you must be good enough to tell me +who the gentleman is who is to profit by my sacrifice."</p> + +<p>"His name is Mr. Dannevig. He is a knight of Dannebrog, and +moreover, as he tells me, an intimate friend of yours."</p> + +<p>"Tell him, then, Fräulein, that he might have presumed +sufficiently upon our friendship to prefer his request in person, +instead of sending you as his messenger."</p> + +<p>The color sprang to her cheeks; she swept abruptly around, and +with an air of outraged majesty, marched defiantly down the +hall.</p> + +<p>The night wore on. The hour for supper came, and politeness +forced me to go and find Miss Pfeifer. Then we sat down in a +corner, and ate and chattered in a heedless, dispirited fashion, +dwelling with feigned interest on trifling themes, and as by a +tacit agreement avoiding each other's glances. Then some gentleman +came to claim her, and I was almost glad that she was gone. And +yet, in the very next moment a passionate regret came over me, as +for a personal loss, and I would fain have called her back and told +her, with friendly direct<a name='Page_161'></a>ness my reasons for +interfering so rudely with her pleasure.</p> + +<p>I do not know how long I sat thus idly nursing my discontent, +and now and then, as my anger blazed up, muttering some fierce +execration against Dannevig. What was this girl to me, after all? I +was certainly not in love with her. And if she chose to ruin +herself, what business had I to prevent her? But then, she was a +woman, and a sweet and pure and true-hearted woman; it was, at all +events, my duty to open her eyes, and I vowed that, even though she +should hate me for it, I would tell her the truth. I looked at my +watch; it was a few minutes past two. With a sting of +self-reproach, I remembered my promise to Mr. Pfeifer, and resolved +not to shirk the responsibility I had voluntarily assumed. I +hastened up the hall, then down again, surveyed the dancers, sent a +girl into the dressing-room with a message; but Fräulein +Hildegard was nowhere to be seen. A horrible thought flashed +through me. I seized my hat, and rushed down into the restaurant. +There, in an inner apartment, divided from the public room by +drooping curtains, I found her, laughing and chatting gayly with +Dannevig over a glass of Champagne and a dish of ice-cream.</p> + +<p>"Fräulein," I said, approaching her with grave politeness, +"I am sorry to be obliged to interrupt this agreeable +<i>tête-à-tête</i>. But the carriage has ar<a +name='Page_162'></a>rived, and I must claim the pleasure of your +company."</p> + +<p>"Now, really," she exclaimed, with impulsive regret, while her +eyes still hung with a fascinated gaze on Dannevig's face, "is it, +then, so necessary that we should go just now? Do you really insist +upon it? Mr. Dannevig was just telling me some charming adventures +of his life in Denmark."</p> + +<p>"I am happy to say," I answered, "that I am so well familiar +with Mr. Dannevig's adventures as to be quite competent to +supplement his fragmentary statements. I shall be very happy to +continue the entertainment—"</p> + +<p>"<i>Sacr—r-r-é nom de Dieu</i>!" Dannevig burst +forth, leaping up from his seat. "This is more than I can bear!" +and he pulled a card from his portmonnaie and flung it down on the +table before me. "May I request the honor of a meeting?" he +continued, in a calmer voice. "It is high time that we two should +settle our difficulties in the only way in which they are capable +of adjustment."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Dannevig," I replied, with a cool irony which I was far +from feeling, "the first rule of the code of honor, to which you +appeal, is, as you are aware, that the combatants must be equals in +birth and station. Now, you boast of being of royal blood, while I +have no such claim to distinction. You see, therefore, that your +proposition is absurd."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_163'></a>Miss Hildegard had in the meanwhile risen +to take my proffered arm, and with a profound bow to the indignant +hero we moved out of the room. During our homeward ride hardly a +word was spoken; the wheels rattled away over the uneven pavement +and the coachman snapped his whip, while we sat in opposite corners +of the carriage, each pursuing his or her own lugubrious train of +thought. But as we had mounted together the steps to Mr. Pfeifer's +mansion, and I was applying her latchkey to the lock, she suddenly +held out her hand to me, and I grasped it eagerly and held it close +in mine.</p> + +<p>"Really," she said in a tone of conciliation, "I like you too +well to wish to quarrel with you. Won't you please tell me candidly +why you objected to my dancing with Mr. Dannevig?"</p> + +<p>"With all my heart," I responded warmly; "if you will give me +the opportunity. In the meanwhile you will have to accept my +reasons on trust, and believe that they were very weighty. You may +feel assured that I should not have run the risk of offending you, +if I had not felt convinced that Dannevig is a man whose +acquaintance no young lady can claim with impunity. I have known +him for many years, and I do not speak rashly."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid you are a very severe judge," she murmured sadly. +"Good-night."</p> + +<hr> +<h2>VII.</h2> + +<a name='Page_164'></a> <br> + + +<p>During the next months many rumors of Dannevig's excesses +reached me from various sources. He had obtained a position as +interpreter for one of the Immigration Companies, and made +semi-monthly excursions to Quebec, taking charge of the immigrants, +and conducting them to Chicago. The opportunity for revealing his +past history to Miss Pfeifer somehow never presented itself, +although I continued to call frequently, and spent many delightful +evenings with her and her uncle. However, I consoled myself with +the reflection that the occasion for such a revelation no longer +existed, and I had no desire needlessly to persecute a man whose +iniquities could, at all events, harm no one but himself. And +still, knowing from experience his talent for occult diplomacy, I +took the precaution (without even remotely implicating Miss +Hildegard) to put Mr. Pfeifer on his guard. One evening, as we were +sitting alone in his library enjoying a confidential smoke, I +related to him, merely as part of the secret history of our paper, +some of Dannevig's questionable exploits while in our employ. +Pfeifer was hugely entertained, and swore that Dannevig was the +most interesting rascal he had ever heard of.</p> + +<p>A few days later I was surprised by a call from<a name= +'Page_165'></a> Dannevig, who seemed again to be in the full bloom +of prosperity. And yet, that inexpressible flavor of aristocracy, +and that absolute fineness of type which at our first meeting had +so fascinated me, had undergone some subtle change which was almost +too fleeting for words to express. To put it bluntly, he had not +borne transplantation well. Like the finest European grapes, he had +thriven in our soil, but turned out a coarser product than nature +intended. He talked with oppressive brilliancy about everything +under the sun, patronized me (as indeed he had always done), and +behaved with a certain effusive amiability, the impudence of which +was simply masterly.</p> + +<p>"By the way," he cried, with fine unconcern, "speaking of beer, +how is your friend, Miss Pfeifer? Her old man, I believe, owns a +good deal of stock in this paper, quite a controlling interest, I +am told."</p> + +<p>"It will not pay to make love to her on that ground, Dannevig," +I answered, gravely, knowing well enough that he had come on a +diplomatic errand. "Mr. Pfeifer is, in the first place, not her +father, and secondly, he has at least a dozen other heirs."</p> + +<p>"Make love to Miss Pfeifer!" he exclaimed, with a hearty laugh. +"Why, I should just as soon think of making love to General Grant! +Taking her all in all, bodily and mentally, there is a certain +Teutonic heaviness and tenacity about her—a cer<a name= +'Page_166'></a>tain professorial ponderosity of thought which would +give me a nightmare. She is the innocent result of twenty +generations of beer-drinking."</p> + +<p>"Suppose we change the subject, Dannevig," I interrupted, rather +impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Well, if you are not the oddest piece I ever did come across!" +he replied, laughingly. "You don't suppose she is a saint, do +you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do!" I thundered, "and you would greatly oblige by never +mentioning her name again in my presence, or I might be tempted to +do what I might regret."</p> + +<p>"Heavens!" he cried, laying hold of the door-knob. "I didn't +know you were in your dangerous mood to-day. You might at least +have given a fellow warning. Suppose, henceforth, when you have +your bad days, you post a placard on the door, with the +inscription: 'Dangerous—must not be crossed.' Then I might +know when not to call. Good-morning."</p> + +<hr> +<p>On the lake shore, a short distance north of Lincoln Park, Mr. +Pfeifer had a charming little villa where he spent the summer +months in idyllic drowsiness, exhibiting a spasmodic interest in +the culture of European grapes. Here I found myself one Saturday +evening in the middle of June, having accepted the owner's +invitation to stay over Sunday with him. I rang the door-bell, and +in<a name='Page_167'></a>quired for Mr. Pfeifer. He had +unexpectedly been called in to town, the servant informed me, but +would return presently; the young lady I would probably find in the +garden. As I was not averse to a +<i>tête-à-tête</i> with Miss Hildegard just +then, I threaded my way carefully among the flower-beds, whose +gorgeous medley of colors gleamed indistinctly through the +twilight. A long bar of deep crimson traced itself along the +western horizon, and here and there a star was struggling out from +the faint, blue, nocturnal dimness. Green and red and yellow lights +dotted the surface of the lake, and the waves beat, with a slow, +gurgling rhythm, against the strand beneath the garden fence; now +and then the irrational shrieks of some shrill-voiced little +steamer broke in upon the stillness like an inappropriately lively +remark upon a solemn conversation. I had half forgotten my purpose, +and was walking aimlessly on, when suddenly I was startled by the +sound of human voices, issuing apparently from a dense arbor of +grape-vines at the lower end of the walk.</p> + +<p>"Why will you not believe me, darling?" some one was saying. A +great rush of emotion—fear, anguish, hatred, shook my very +soul. "Your scepticism would make Tyndall tear his hair. Angels +have no business to be so sceptical. You are always doubting me, +always darkening my life by your irrational fears."</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_168'></a>But, Victor," answered another voice, +which was none other than Hildegard's, "he is certainly a very good +man, and would not tell me anything he believed to be untrue. Why, +then, did he warn me so solemnly against you? Even though I love +you, I cannot help feeling that there is something in your past +which you hide from me."</p> + +<p>"If you will listen to that white-livered hypocrite, it is +useless for me to try to convince you. But, if you must know +it,—though, mind you, I tell you this only because you compel +me,—I once interfered, because my conscience forced me to do +so, in a very disgraceful love-affair of his in Denmark. He has +hated me ever since, and is now taking his vengeance. I will give +you the details some other time. Now, are you satisfied?"</p> + +<p>"No, Victor, no. I am not. It is not because I have been +listening to others, that I torment you with these ungrateful +questions. Sometimes a terrible dread comes over me, and though my +heart rebels against it, I cannot conquer it. I feel as if some +dark memory, some person, either living or dead, were standing +between us, and would ever keep you away from me. It is terrible, +Victor, but I feel it even now."</p> + +<p>"And then all my love, my first and only abiding passion, my +life, which I would gladly lay down at your feet—all goes for +naught, merely because a foolish dream has taken possession of<a +name='Page_169'></a> you. Ah, you are ill, my darling, you are +nervous."</p> + +<p>"No, no, do not kiss me. Not to-night, Victor, not +to-night."</p> + +<p>The horrible discovery had completely stunned me. I stood as if +spell-bound, and could neither stir nor utter a sound. But a sudden +rustling of the leaves within broke through the torpor of my +senses, and, with three great strides, I stood at the entrance to +the arbor. Dannevig, instantly recognizing me, slipped dexterously +out, and in the next moment I heard him leaping over the fence, and +running away over the crisp sand. Miss Hildegard stood still and +defiant before me in the twilight, and the audible staccato of her +breath revealed to my ears the agitation which the deepening +shadows hid from my eyes. An overwhelming sense of compassion came +over me, as for one who had sustained a mortal hurt that was beyond +the power of healing. Alas, that simplicity and uprightness of +soul, and the boasted womanly intuitions, should be such poor +safeguards against the wiles of the serpent! And yet, I knew that +to argue with her at this moment would be worse than vain.</p> + +<p>"Fräulein," I said, walking close up to her, and laying my +hand lightly on her arm, "with all my heart I deplore this."</p> + +<p>"Pray, do not inconvenience yourself with any<a name= +'Page_170'></a> such superfluous emotion," she answered, in a tone, +the forced hauteur of which was truly pathetic. "I wish to hear no +accusations of Mr. Dannevig from your mouth. What he does not +choose to tell me himself, I will hear from no one else."</p> + +<p>"I have not volunteered any revelations, Fräulein," I +observed. "Moreover, I see you are posing for your own personal +gratification. You wish to convince yourself of your constancy by +provoking an attack from me. When love has reached that stage, Miss +Hildegard, then the patient is no longer absolutely incurable. Now, +to convince you that I am right, will you have the kindness to look +me straight in the eyes and tell me that there is no shadow of +doubt in your heart as to Mr. Dannevig's truthfulness; that, in +other words, you believe that on one occasion he assumed the +attitude of indignant virtue toward me, and in holy horror rebuked +my profligacy. Dare you meet my eye, and tell me that?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," she exclaimed, boldly stepping out into the moonlight, +and meeting my eye with a steady gaze; but slowly and gradually the +tears <i>would</i> gather, her underlip <i>would</i> quiver, and +with a sudden movement she turned around, and burst out +weeping.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no! I cannot! I cannot!" she sobbed, sinking down upon the +green sod.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_171'></a>I stood long gazing mournfully at her, +while the sobs shook her frame; there was a child-like, hearty +<i>abandon</i> in her grief, which eased my mind, for it told me +that her infatuation was not so hopeless, nor her hurt so great as +I had feared.</p> + +<hr> +<p>The next evening when dinner was at an end, Mr. Pfeifer proposed +a walk in the park. Hildegard pleaded a headache, and wished to be +excused.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, child," said Pfeifer, with his usual good-humored +peremptoriness. "If you have a headache, so much the more ought you +to go. Put on your things now, and don't keep us waiting any longer +than you can help."</p> + +<p>Hildegard submitted with demure listlessness, and soon +re-appeared in her walking costume.</p> + +<p>The daylight had faded, and the evening was in its softest, most +ethereal mood. The moon was drifting lazily among the light summer +clouds, gazing down upon the many-voiced tumult of the crowded +city, with that calm philosophic abstraction which always +characterizes the moon, as if she, up there in her airy heights, +were so infinitely exalted above all the distracting problems and +doubts that harass our poor human existence. We entered a concert +garden, which was filled with gayly dressed pleasure seekers; +somewhere under the green roof of the trees an orchestra was<a +name='Page_172'></a> discoursing strains of German music to a +Teutonic audience.</p> + +<p>"<i>Donnerwetter</i>!" said Pfeifer, enthusiastically; "that is +the symphony in <i>E flat</i>; pretty well rendered too. Only hear +that"—and he began to whistle the air softly, with lively +gesticulations "Come, let us go nearer and listen."</p> + +<p>"No, let us stay here, uncle," remonstrated Hildegard. "I don't +think it is quite nice to go so near. They are drinking beer there, +and there are so many horrible people."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, child! Where did you get all those silly whims from? +Where it is respectable for your uncle to go, I am sure it won't +hurt you to follow."</p> + +<p>We made our way through the throng, and stationed ourselves +under a tree, from which we had a full survey of the merry company, +seated at small tables, with huge foam-crowned mugs of beer before +them. Suddenly a voice, somewhat louder than the rest, disentangled +itself from the vague, inarticulate buzz, which filled the air +about us. Swift as a flash my eyes darted in the direction from +which the voice came. There, within a few dozen steps from us, sat +Dannevig between two gaudily attired women; another man was seated +at the opposite side of the table, and between them stood a couple +of bottles and several half-filled glasses. The sight was by no +means<a name='Page_173'></a> new to me, and still, in that moment, +it filled me with unspeakable disgust. The knight of Dannebrog was +as charmingly free-and-easy as if he were nestled securely in the +privacy of his own fireside; his fine plumes were deplorably +ruffled, his hat thrust back, and his hair hanging in tangled locks +down over his forehead; his eyes were heavy, and a smile of maudlin +happiness played about his mouth.</p> + +<p>"Now, don't make yourself precious, my dear," he was saying, +laying his arm affectionately around the waist of the woman on his +right. "I like German kisses. I speak from experience. Angels have +no business to be—"</p> + +<p>"<i>Himmel</i>, what is the matter with the child," cried +Pfeifer, in a voice of alarm. "Why, my dear, you tremble all over. +I ought not to have made you go out with that headache. Wait here +while I run for some water."</p> + +<p>Before I could offer my services, he was gone, leaving me alone +with Hildegard.</p> + +<p>"Let us go," she whispered, with a long, shuddering sigh, +turning a white face, full of fright, disgust, and pitiful appeal +toward me.</p> + +<p>"Shall we not wait for your uncle?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I cannot. Let us go," she repeated, seizing my arm, and +clinging convulsively to me.</p> + +<p>We walked slowly away, and were soon overtaken by Mr. +Pfeifer.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_174'></a>How do you feel now, child?" he inquired +anxiously.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I feel—I feel—unclean," she whispered and +shuddered again.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>VIII.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>Two years passed, during which I completely lost sight of +Dannevig. I learned that he had been dismissed from the service of +the Immigration Company; that he played second violin for a few +months at one of the lowest city theatres, and finally made a bold +stroke for fame by obtaining the Democratic nomination for County +Clerk. I was faithless enough, however, to call attention to the +fact that he had never been naturalized, whereupon, a new caucus +was called, and another candidate was put into the field.</p> + +<p>The Pfeifers I continued to see frequently, and, at last, at +Hildegard's own suggestion, told her the story I had so long +withheld from her. She showed very little emotion, but sat pale and +still with her hands folded in her lap, gazing gravely at me. When +I had finished, she arose, walked the length of the room, then +returned, and stopped in front of me.</p> + +<p>"Human life seems at times a very flimsy affair, doesn't it?" +she said, appealing to me again with her direct gaze.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_175'></a>Yes, if one takes a cynical view of it," +I answered.</p> + +<p>She stood for a while pondering.</p> + +<p>"Did I ever know that man?" she asked, looking up abruptly.</p> + +<p>"You know best."</p> + +<p>"Then it must have been very, very long ago."</p> + +<p>A slight shiver ran through her frame. She shook my hand +silently, and left the room.</p> + +<p>One evening in the summer of 1870, just as the news from the +Franco-Prussian war was arousing the enthusiasm of our Teutonic +fellow-citizens, I was sauntering leisurely homeward, pondering +with much satisfaction on the course history was taking. About half +a mile from the Clark street bridge I found my progress checked by +a crowd of men who had gathered on the sidewalk outside of a German +saloon, and were evidently discussing some exciting topic. My +journalistic instincts prompted me to stop and listen to the +discussion.</p> + +<p>"Poor fellow, I guess he is done for," some one was saying. "But +they were both drunk; you couldn't expect anything else."</p> + +<p>"Is any one hurt?" I asked, addressing my next neighbor in the +crowd.</p> + +<p>"Yes. It was a poor fool of a Dane. He got into a row with +somebody about the war. Said he would undertake to whip ten +Deutschers single-<a name='Page_176'></a>handed; that he had done +so many a time in the Schleswig-Holstein war. Then there was some +fighting, and he was shot."</p> + +<p>I spoke a few words to the policeman at the door, and was +admitted. The saloon was empty but in the billiard-room at its rear +I saw a doctor in his shirt-sleeves, bending over a man who lay +outstretched on a billiard-table. A bartender was standing by with +a basin of water and a bloody towel.</p> + +<p>"Do you know his name?" I inquired of the police officer.</p> + +<p>"They used to call him Danish Bill," he answered. "Have known +him for a good while. Believe his real name was Danborg, or +Dan—something."</p> + +<p>"Not Dannevig?" I cried.</p> + +<p>"Dannevig? Yes, I guess you have got it."</p> + +<p>I hastily approached the table. There lay Dannevig—but I +would rather not describe him. It was hard to believe it, but this +heavy-lidded, coarse-skinned, red-veined countenance bore a cruel, +caricatured resemblance to the clean-cut, exquisitely modelled face +of the man I had once called my friend. A death-like stupor rested +upon his features; his eyes were closed, but his mouth half +open.</p> + +<p>"By Jove!" exclaimed the physician, in a burst of professional +enthusiasm, "what a splendid ani<a name='Page_177'></a>mal he must +have been! Hardly saw a better made man in all my life."</p> + +<p>"But he is not dead!" I protested, somewhat anxiously.</p> + +<p>"No; but he has no chance, that I can see. May last over +to-morrow, but hardly longer. Does any one know where he +lodges?"</p> + +<p>No one answered.</p> + +<p>"But, <i>Himmel</i>! he cannot stay here." The voice was the +bartender's, but it seemed to be addressed to no one in +particular.</p> + +<p>"I have known him for years," I said. "Take him to my rooms; +they are only a dozen blocks away."</p> + +<p>A carriage was sent for, and away we drove, the doctor and I, +slowly, cautiously, holding the still unconscious man between us. +We laid him on my bed, and the doctor departed, promising to return +before morning.</p> + +<p>A little after midnight Dannevig became restless, and as I went +to his side, opened his eyes with a look of full, startled +consciousness.</p> + +<p>"I'm about played out, old fellow, aint I?" he groaned.</p> + +<p>I motioned to him to be silent.</p> + +<p>"No," he went on, in a strained whisper, "it is no use now. I +know well enough how I stand. You needn't try to fool me."</p> + +<p>He lay for a while motionless, while his eyes<a name= +'Page_178'></a> wandered restlessly about the room. He made an +effort to speak, but his words were inaudible. I stooped over him, +laying my ear to his mouth.</p> + +<p>"Can—can you lend me five dollars?"</p> + +<p>I nodded.</p> + +<p>"You will find—a pawnbroker's check—in my vest +pocket," he continued. "The address is—is—on it. Redeem +it. It is a ring. Send it—to—to the Countess von +Brehm—with—with—my compliments," he finished with +a groan.</p> + +<p>We spent several hours in silence. About three o'clock the +doctor paid a brief visit; and I read in his face that the end was +near. The first sunbeams stole through the closed shutters and +scattered little quivering fragments of light upon the carpet. A +deep stillness reigned about us. As I sat watching the defaced ruin +of what had been, to me at least, one of the noblest forms which a +human spirit ever inhabited, the past moved in a vivid retrospect +before my eye, and many strange reflections thronged upon me. +Presently Dannevig called me and I stood again bowing over him.</p> + +<p>"When you—bury me," he said in a broken whisper. "Carry +my—cross of—Dannebrog—on a cushion after me." And +again after a moment's pause: "I have—made a—nice mess +of it, haven t I? I—I—think it +would—have—have been better for—me, if—I +had been—somebody else."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_179'></a>Within an hour he was dead. Myself and +two policemen followed him to the grave; and the cross of +Dannebrog, with a much soiled red ribbon, was carried on a velvet +cushion after his coffin.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='MABEL_AND_I'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_180'></a>MABEL AND I.</h2> + +<p>(A PHILOSOPHICAL FAIRY TALE.)</p> + +<br> + + +<p>"I want to see things as they are," said I to Mabel.</p> + +<p>"I don't see how else you can see them," answered Mabel, with a +laugh. "You certainly don't see them as they are not."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do," said I. "I see men and things only as they +<i>seem</i>. It is so exasperating to think that I can never get +beyond the surface of anything. My friends may appear very good and +beautiful to me, and yet I may all the while have a suspicion that +the appearance is deceitful, that they are really neither good nor +beautiful."</p> + +<p>"In case that was so, I shouldn't want to know it," said Mabel. +"It would make me very unhappy."</p> + +<p>"That is where you and I differ," said I.</p> + +<p>Mabel was silent for a moment, and I believe she was a little +hurt, for I had spoken rather sharply.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_181'></a>But what good would it do you, Jamie?" +asked she, looking up at me from under her wide-brimmed straw +hat.</p> + +<p>"What would do me good?" said I, for I had quite forgotten what +we had been talking about.</p> + +<p>"To see things as they are. There is my father now; he knows a +great deal, and I am sure I shouldn't care to know any more than he +does."</p> + +<p>"Well, that is where you and I differ," said I again.</p> + +<p>"I wish you wouldn't be always saying 'that is where you and I +differ.' Somehow I don't like to hear you say it. It doesn't sound +like yourself."</p> + +<p>And Mabel turned away from me, took up a leaf from the ground +and began to pick it to pieces.</p> + +<p>We were sitting, at the time when this conversation took place, +up in the gorge not half a mile from the house where Mabel's father +lived. I was a tutor in the college, about twenty-three years old, +and I was very fond of German philosophy. And now, since I have +told who I was, I suppose I ought to tell you something about +Mabel. Mabel was,—but really it is impossible to say what she +was, except that she was very, very charming. As for the rest, she +was the daughter of Professor Markham, and I had known her since my +college days when she was quite a little girl. And now she wore +long dresses; and, what was more, she had her hair done up in a +sort of Egyptian pyramid on<a name='Page_182'></a> the top of her +head. The dress she had on to-day I was particularly fond of; it +was of a fine light texture, and the pattern was an endless +repetition of a small, sweet-brier bud, with two delicate green +leaves attached to it.</p> + +<p>I had spread a shawl out on the ground where Mabel was sitting, +for fear she should soil her fine dress. A large weeping-willow +spread its branches all around us, and drooped until it almost +touched the ground, so that it made a sort of green, sunlit +summer-house, for Mabel and me to live in. Between the rocks at our +feet a clear brook came rushing down, throwing before it little +showers of spray, which fell like crystal pearls on the water, +sailed down the swift eddies and then vanished in the next +whirlpool. A couple of orioles in brand-new yellow uniforms, with +black epaulets on their shoulders, were busy in the tree over our +heads, but stopped now and then in their work to refresh themselves +with a little impromptu duet.</p> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Work and play</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Make glad the +day,"—</span><br> + + +<p>that seemed to be their philosophy, and Mabel and I were quite +ready to agree with them, although we had been idling since the +early dawn. But then it was so long since we had seen each other, +that we thought we could afford it.</p> + +<p>"Somehow," said Mabel at last (for she never<a name= +'Page_183'></a> could pout long at a time), "I don't like you so +well since you came back from Germany. You are not as nice as you +used to be. What did you go there for, anyway?"</p> + +<p>"Why," I responded, quite seriously, "I went there to study; and +I did learn a good deal there, although naturally I was not as +industrious as I might have been."</p> + +<p>"I can readily believe that. But, tell me, what did you learn +that you mightn't just as well have learned at home?"</p> + +<p>I thought it was no use in being serious any longer; so I tossed +a pebble into the water, glanced up into Mabel's face and answered +gayly:</p> + +<p>"Well, I learned something about gnomes and pigmies and elves +and fairies and salamanders, and—"</p> + +<p>"And what?" interrupted Mabel, impatiently.</p> + +<p>"And salamanders," repeated I. "You know the forests and rivers +and mountains of Germany are full of all sorts of strange sprites, +and you know the people believe in them, and that is one of the +things which make life in the Old World so fascinating. But here we +are too prosy and practical and business-like, and we don't believe +in anything except what we can touch with our hands, and see with +our eyes, and sell for money."</p> + +<p>"Now, Jamie, that is not true," responded Mabel, energetically; +for she was a strong American<a name='Page_184'></a> at heart, and +it didn't take much to rouse her. "I believe, for instance, that +you know a great deal although not as much as my father; but I +can't see your learning with my eyes, neither can I touch it with +my hands—"</p> + +<p>"But I hope I can sell it for money," interrupted I, +laughing.</p> + +<p>"No, joking aside. I don't think we are quite as bad as you +would like to make us out."</p> + +<p>"And then you think, perhaps, that the gnomes and river-sprites +would be as apt to thrive here as in the Old World?"</p> + +<p>"Who knows?" said Mabel, with an expression that seemed to me +half serious and half playful. "But I wish you would tell me +something about your German sprites. I am so very ignorant in such +things, you know."</p> + +<p>I stretched myself comfortably on the edge of the shawl at +Mabel's feet, and began to tell her the story about the German +peasant who caught the gnome that had robbed his wheat-field.</p> + +<p>"The gnomes wear tiny red caps," I went on, "which make them +invisible. They are called tarn-caps, or caps of darkness. The +peasant that I am telling about had a suspicion that it was the +gnomes who had been stealing his wheat. One evening, he went out +after sunset (for the gnomes never venture out from their holes +until the sun is down) and began to fight in the air with his +cane<a name='Page_185'></a> about the borders of the field. Then +suddenly he saw a very tiny man with knee-breeches and large +frightened eyes, turning a somersault in the grass right at his +feet. He had struck off his cap, and then, of course, the gnome was +no longer invisible. The peasant immediately seized the cap and put +it into his pocket; the gnome begged and implored to get it back, +but instead of that, the peasant caught him up in his arms and +carried him to his house, where he kept him as a captive until the +other gnomes sent a herald to him and offered him a large ransom. +Then the gnome was again set free and the peasant made his fortune +by the transaction."</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't it be delightful if such things could ever happen +here?" exclaimed Mabel, while her beautiful eyes shone with +pleasure at the very thought.</p> + +<p>"I should think so," said I. "It is said, too, that if there are +gnomes and elves in the neighborhood, they always gather around you +when you talk about them."</p> + +<p>"Really?" And Mabel sent a timid glance in among the large mossy +trunks of the beeches and pines.</p> + +<p>"Tell me something more, Jamie," she demanded, eagerly.</p> + +<p>Mabel had such a charming way of saying "Jamie," that I could +never have opposed a wish<a name='Page_186'></a> of hers, whatever +it might be. The professor called me James, and among my friends I +was Jim; but it was only Mabel who called me Jamie. So I told her +all I knew about the nixies, who sang their strange songs at +midnight in the water; about the elves, who lived in the roses and +lilies, and danced in a ring around the tall flowers until the +grass never grew there again; and about the elf-maiden who led the +knight astray when he was riding to his bride on his wedding-day. +And all the while Mabel's eyes seemed to be growing larger; the +blood burned in her cheeks, and sometimes she shuddered, although +the afternoon was very warm. When I had finished my tale, I rose +and seated myself at her side. The silence suddenly seemed quite +oppressive; it was almost as if we could hear it. For some reason +neither Mabel nor I dared to speak; but we both strained our ears +listening to something, we did not know what. Then there came a +strange soft whisper which filled the air all about us, and I +thought I heard somebody calling my name.</p> + +<p>"They are calling you, Jamie," whispered Mabel.</p> + +<p>"Calling me? Who?" said I.</p> + +<p>"Up there in the tree. No, not there. It is down in the brook. +Everywhere."</p> + +<p>"Oh," cried I, with a forced laugh. "We are two great children, +Mabel. It is nothing."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_187'></a>Suddenly all was silent once more; but +the wood-stars and violets at my feet gazed at me with such +strange, wistful eyes, that I was almost frightened.</p> + +<p>"You shouldn't have done that, Jamie," said Mabel. "You killed +them."</p> + +<p>"Killed what?"</p> + +<p>"The voices, the strange, small voices."</p> + +<p>"My dear girl," said I, as I took Mabel's hands and helped her +to rise. "I am afraid we are both losing our senses. Come, let us +go. The sun is already down. It must be after tea-time."</p> + +<p>"But you know we were talking about them," whispered she, still +with the same fascinated gaze in her eyes. "Ah, there, take care! +Don't step on that violet. Don't you see how its mute eyes implore +you to spare its life?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, I see," answered I; and I drew Mabel's arm through +mine, and we hurried down the wood-path, not daring to look back, +for we had both a feeling as if some one was walking close behind +us, in our steps.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>It was a little after ten, I think, when I left the professor's +house, where I had been spending the evening, and started on my +homeward way.</p> + +<p>As I walked along the road the thought of Ma<a name= +'Page_188'></a>bel haunted me. I wondered whether I ever should be +a professor, like her father, and ended with concluding that the +next best thing to being one's self a professor would be to be a +professor's son-in-law. But, somehow, I wasn't at all sure that +Mabel cared anything about me.</p> + +<p>"Things are not what they seem," I murmured to myself, "and the +real Mabel may be a very different creature from the Mabel whom I +know."</p> + +<p>There was not much comfort in that thought, but nevertheless I +could not get rid of it. I glanced up to the big round face of the +moon, which had a large ring of mist about its neck; and looking +more closely I thought I saw a huge floundering body, of which the +moon was the head, crawling heavily across the sky, and stretching +a long misty arm after me. I hurried on, not caring to look right +or left; and I suppose I must have taken the wrong turn, for as I +lifted my eyes, I found myself standing under the willow-tree at +the creek where Mabel and I had been sitting in the afternoon. The +locusts, with their shrill metallic voices, kept whirring away in +the grass, and I heard their strange hissing sh-h-h-h-h, now +growing stronger, then weakening again, and at last stopping +abruptly, as if to say: "Didn't I do well?" But the blue-eyed +violets shook their heads, and that means in their language: "No, I +don't think so at all." The water, which descended in three +successive falls into the<a name='Page_189'></a> wide, dome-shaped +gorge, seemed to me, as I stood gazing at it, to be going the wrong +way, crawling, with eager, foamy hands, up the ledges of the rock +to where I was standing.</p> + +<p>"I must certainly be mad," thought I, "or I am getting to be a +poet."</p> + +<p>In order to rid myself of the painful illusion, which was every +moment getting more vivid, I turned my eyes away and hurried up +along the bank, while the beseeching murmur of the waters rang in +my ears.</p> + +<p>As I had ascended the clumsy wooden stairs which lead up to the +second fall, I suddenly saw two little blue lights hovering over +the ground directly in front of me.</p> + +<p>"Will-o'-the-wisps," said I to myself. "The ground is probably +marshy."</p> + +<p>I pounded with my cane on the ground, but, as I might have +known, it was solid rock. It was certainly very strange. I flung +myself down behind the trunk of a large hemlock. The two blue +lights came hovering directly toward me. I lifted my +cane,—with a swift blow it cut the air, and,—who can +imagine my astonishment? Right in front of me I saw a tiny man, not +much bigger than a good-sized kitten, and at his side lay a small +red cap; the cap, of course, I immediately snatched up and put it +in a separate apartment in my pocket-book to make sure that I +should not lose it. One of the<a name='Page_190'></a> lights +hastened away to the rocks and vanished before I could overtake +it.</p> + +<p>There was something so very funny in the idea of finding a gnome +in the State of New York, that the strange fear which had possessed +me departed and I felt very much inclined to laugh. My blow had +quite stunned the poor little creature; he was still lying half on +his back, as if trying to raise himself on his elbows, and his +large black eyes had a terrified stare in them, and seemed to be +ready to spring out of their sockets.</p> + +<p>"Give—give me back my cap," he gasped at last, in a +strange metallic voice, which sounded to me like the clinking of +silver coins.</p> + +<p>"Not so fast, my dear," said I. "What will you give me for +it?"</p> + +<p>"Anything," he cried, as he arose and held out his small +hand.</p> + +<p>"Then listen to me," continued I. "Can you help me to see things +as they are? In that case I shall give you back your cap, but on no +other condition."</p> + +<p>"See things as they are?" repeated the gnome, wonderingly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and not only as they seem," rejoined I, with emphasis.</p> + +<p>"Return here at midnight," began he, after a long silence. "Upon +the stone where you are sitting you shall find what you want. If +you take it, leave my cap on the same spot."</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_191'></a>That is a fair bargain," said I. "I +shall be here promptly at twelve. Good-night."</p> + +<p>I had extended my palm to shake hands with my new friend, but he +seemed to resent my politeness; with a sort of snarl, he turned a +somersault and rolled down the hill-side to where the rocks rise +from the water.</p> + +<p>I need not say that I kept my promise about returning. And what +did I find? A pair of spectacles of the most exquisite workmanship; +the glasses so clear as almost to deceive the sight, and the bows +of gold spun into fine elastic threads.</p> + +<p>"We shall soon see what they are good for," thought I, as I put +them into the silver case, the wonderful finish of which I could +hardly distinguish by the misty light of the moon.</p> + +<p>The little tarn-cap I, of course, left on the stone. As I +wandered homeward through the woods, I thought, with a certain +fierce triumph, that now the beauty of Mabel's face should no more +deceive me.</p> + +<p>"Now, Mabel," I murmured, "now I shall see you as you are."</p> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>At three o'clock in the afternoon I knocked at the door of the +professor's study.</p> + +<p>"Come in," said the professor.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_192'></a>Is—is Mabel at home?" asked I, +when I had shaken hands with the professor and seated myself in one +of his hard, straight-backed chairs.</p> + +<p>"She will be down presently," answered he "There is <i>The +Nation</i>. You may amuse yourself with that until she comes."</p> + +<p>I took up the paper; but the spectacles seemed to be burning in +my breast-pocket, and although I stared intently at the print, I +could hardly distinguish a word. What if I tried the power of the +spectacles on the professor? The idea appeared to me a happy one, +and I immediately proceeded to put it into practice. With a loudly +beating heart, I pulled the silver case from my pocket, rubbed the +glasses with my handkerchief, put them on my nose, adjusted the +bows behind my ears, and cast a stealthy glance at the professor +over the edge of my paper. But what was my horror! It was no longer +the professor at all. It was a huge parrot, a veritable parrot in +slippers and dressing-gown! I dared hardly believe my senses. Was +the professor <i>really</i> not a man, but a parrot? My dear +trusted and honored teacher, whom I had always looked upon as the +wisest and most learned of living men, could it be possible that +<i>he</i> was a parrot? And still there he sat, grave and sedate, a +pair of horn spectacles on his large, crooked beak, a few stiff +feathers bristling around his bald crown, and his small eyes +blinking with a sort of meaningless<a name='Page_193'></a> air of +confidence, as I often had seen a parrot's eyes doing.</p> + +<p>"My gnome has been playing a trick on me," I thought. "This is +certainly not to see things as they are. If I only had his tarn-cap +once more, he should not recover it so cheaply."</p> + +<p>"Well, my boy," began the professor, as he wheeled round in his +chair, and knocked the ashes out of his pipe on the polished +andirons which adorned the empty fire-place. "How is the world +using you? Getting over your German whims, eh?"</p> + +<p>Surely the spectacles must in some mysterious way have affected +my ears too. The professor's voice certainly did sound very +curious—very much like the croak of some bird that had +learned human language, but had no notion of what he was saying. +The case was really getting serious. I threw the paper away, stared +my teacher full in the face, but was so covered with confusion that +I could hardly utter two coherent words.</p> + +<p>"Yes, yes,—certainly,—professor," I stammered. +"German whims?—I mean things as they are—and—and +not as they seem—<i>das Ding an sich</i>—beg your +pardon—I am not sure, I—I comprehended your +meaning—beg your pardon?"</p> + +<p>"My dear boy," croaked the professor, opening his beak in great +bewilderment, and showing a little thick red tongue, which curved +upward like<a name='Page_194'></a> that of a parrot, "you are +certainly not well. Mabel! Mabel! Come down! James is ill! Yes, you +certainly look wretchedly. Let me feel your pulse."</p> + +<p>I suppose my face must have been very much flushed, for the +blood had mounted to my head and throbbed feverishly in my temples. +As I heard the patter of Mabel's feet in the hall, a great dread +came over me. What if she too should turn out to be somebody +else—a strange bird or beast? No, not for all the world would +I see Mabel—the dear, blessed Mabel—any differently +from what she had always seemed to me. So I tore the spectacles +from my nose, and crammed them into the case, which again I thrust +into my pocket. In the same instant Mabel's sweet face appeared in +the door.</p> + +<p>"Did you call me, papa?" she said; then, as she saw me reclining +on the sofa, where her father (now no longer a parrot) had forced +me to lie down, there came a sudden fright into her beautiful eyes, +and she sprang to my side and seized my hand in hers.</p> + +<p>"Are you ill, Jamie?" she asked, in a voice of unfeigned +anxiety, which went straight to my heart. "Has anything happened to +you?"</p> + +<p>"Hush, hush!" said the professor. "Don't make him speak. It +might have proved a serious attack. Too much studying, my +dear—too much studying. To be sure, the ambition of young +men<a name='Page_195'></a> nowadays is past belief. It was +different in my youth. Then, every young man was satisfied if he +could only make a living—found a home for himself, and bring +up his family in the fear of God. But now, dear me, such things are +mere nursery ambitions."</p> + +<p>I felt wretched and guilty in my heart! To be thus imposing upon +two good people, who loved me and were willing to make every +sacrifice for my comfort! Mabel had brought a pillow, and put it +under my head; and now she took out some sort of crochet-work, and +seated herself on a chair close by me. The professor stood looking +at his watch and counting my pulse-beats.</p> + +<p>"One hundred and five," he muttered, and shook his bald head. +"Yes, he has fever. I saw it at once, as he entered the room."</p> + +<p>"Professor," I cried out, in an agony of remorse, "really I +meant nothing by it. I know very well that you are not a +parrot—that you are—"</p> + +<p>"I—I—a parrot!" he exclaimed, smiling knowingly at +Mabel. "No, I should think not. He is raving, my dear. High fever. +Just what I said. Won't you go out and send Maggie for the doctor? +No, stop, I shall go myself. Then he will be sure to come without +delay. It is high time."</p> + +<p>The professor buttoned his coat up to his chin, fixed his hat at +the proper angle on the back of his head, and departed in +haste.</p> + +<p>"<a name='Page_196'></a>How do you feel now, Jamie dear?" said +Mabel, after awhile.</p> + +<p>"I am very well, I thank you, Mabel," answered I. "In fact, it +is all nonsense. I am not sick at all."</p> + +<p>"Hush, hush! you must not talk so much," demanded she, and put +her hand over my mouth.</p> + +<p>My excitement was now gradually subsiding, and my blood was +returning to its usual speed.</p> + +<p>"If you don't object, Mabel," said I, "I'll get up and go home. +There's nothing whatever the matter with me."</p> + +<p>"Will you be a good boy and keep quiet," rejoined she, +emphasizing each word by a gentle tap on my head with her +crochet-needle.</p> + +<p>"Well, if it can amuse you to have me lying here and playing +sick," muttered I, "then, of course, I will do anything to please +you."</p> + +<p>"That is right," said she, and gave me a friendly nod.</p> + +<p>So I lay still for a long while, until I came once more to think +of my wonderful spectacles, which had turned the venerable +professor into a parrot. I thought I owed Mabel an apology for what +I had done to her father, and I determined to ease my mind by +confiding the whole story to her.</p> + +<p>"Mabel," I began, raising myself on my elbow, "I want to tell +you something, but you must<a name='Page_197'></a> promise me +beforehand that you will not be angry with me."</p> + +<p>"Angry with you, Jamie?" repeated she, opening her bright eyes +wide in astonishment. "I never was angry with you in my life."</p> + +<p>"Very well, then. But I have done something very bad, and I +shall never have peace until I have confided it all to you. You are +so very good, Mabel. I wish I could be as good as you are."</p> + +<p>Mabel was about to interrupt me, but I prevented her, and +continued:</p> + +<p>"Last night, as I was going home from your house, the moonlight +was so strangely airy and beautiful, and without quite intending to +do it, I found myself taking a walk through the gorge. There I saw +some curious little lights dancing over the ground, and I +remembered the story of the peasant who had caught the gnome. And +do you know what I did?"</p> + +<p>Mabel was beginning to look apprehensive.</p> + +<p>"No, I can't imagine what you did," she whispered.</p> + +<p>"Well, I lifted my cane, struck at one of the lights, and, +before I knew it, there lay a live gnome on the ground, kicking +with his small legs."</p> + +<p>"Jamie! Jamie!" cried Mabel, springing up and gazing at me, as +if she thought I had gone mad.</p> + +<p>Then there was an unwelcome shuffling of feet<a name= +'Page_198'></a> in the hall, the door was opened, and the professor +entered with the doctor.</p> + +<p>"Papa, papa!" exclaimed Mabel, turning to her father. "Do you +know what Jamie says? He says he saw a gnome last night in the +gorge, and that—"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I did!" cried I, excitedly, and sprang up to seize my hat. +"If nobody will believe me, I needn't stay here any longer. And if +you doubt what I have been saying, I can show you—"</p> + +<p>"My dear sir," said the doctor.</p> + +<p>"My dear boy," chimed in the professor, and seized me round the +waist to prevent me from escaping.</p> + +<p>"My dear Jamie," implored Mabel, while the tears started to her +eyes, "do keep quiet, do!"</p> + +<p>The doctor and the professor now forced me back upon the sofa, +and I had once more to resign myself to my fate.</p> + +<p>"A most singular hallucination," said the professor, turning his +round, good-natured face to the doctor. "A moment ago he observed +that I was <i>not</i> a parrot, which necessarily must have been +suggested by a previous hallucination that I <i>was</i> a +parrot."</p> + +<p>The doctor shook his head and looked grave.</p> + +<p>"Possibly a very serious case," said he, "a case of +——," and he gave it a long Latin name, which I failed +to catch. "It is well that I was called in<a name='Page_199'></a> +time. We may still succeed in mastering the disease."</p> + +<p>"Too much study?" suggested the professor. "Restless ambition? +Night labor—severe application?"</p> + +<p>The doctor nodded and tried to look wise. Mabel burst into +tears, and I myself, seeing her distress, could hardly refrain from +weeping. And still I could not help thinking that it was very sweet +to see Mabel's tears flowing for my sake.</p> + +<p>The doctor now sat down and wrote a number of curiously +abbreviated Latin words for a prescription, and handed it to the +professor, who folded it up and put it into his pocket-book.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later, I lay in a soft bed with snowy-white +curtains, in a cozy little room upstairs. The shades had been +pulled down before the windows, a number of medicine bottles stood +on a chair at my bedside, and I began to feel quite like an +invalid—and all because I had said (what nobody could deny) +that the professor was not a parrot.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<br> + + +<p>I soon learned that the easiest way to recover my liberty was to +offer no resistance, and to say nothing more about the gnome and +the spectacles. Mabel came and sat by my bedside for a few hours +every afternoon, and her father visited me<a name='Page_200'></a> +regularly three times a day, felt my pulse and gave me a short +lecture on moderation in study, on the evil effects of ambition, +and on the dangerous tendencies of modern speculation.</p> + +<p>The gnome's spectacles I kept hidden under my pillow, and many a +time when Mabel was with me I felt a strong temptation to try their +effect upon her. Was Mabel really as good and beautiful as she +seemed to me? Often I had my hand on the dangerous glasses, but +always the same dread came over me, and my courage failed me. That +sweet, fair, beautiful face,—what could it be, if it was not +what it seemed? No, no, I loved Mabel too well as she seemed, to +wish to know whether she was a delusion or a reality. What good +would it do me if I found out that she too was a parrot, or a +goose, or any other kind of bird or beast? The fairest hope would +go out of my life, and I should have little or nothing left worth +living for. I must confess that my curiosity often tormented me +beyond endurance, but, as I said, I could never muster courage +enough either to conquer it or to yield to it. Thus, when at the +end of a week I was allowed to sit up, I knew no more about Mabel's +real character than I had known before. I saw that she was patient, +kind-hearted, sweet-tempered,—that her comings and goings +were as quiet and pleasant as those of the sunlight which now stole +in unhindered and again vanished through the uncurtained<a name= +'Page_201'></a> windows. And, after all, had I not known that +always? One thing, however, I now knew better than before, and that +was that I never could love anybody as I loved Mabel, and that I +hoped some time to make her my wife.</p> + +<p>A couple of days elapsed, and then I was permitted to return to +my own lonely rooms. And very dreary and desolate did they seem to +me after the pleasant days I had spent, playing sick, with Mabel +and the professor. I did try once or twice the effect of my +spectacles on some of my friends, and always the result was +astonishing. Once I put them on in church, and the minister, who +had the reputation of being a very pious man, suddenly stood before +me as a huge fox in gown and bands. His voice sounded like a sort +of a bark, and his long snout opened and shut again in such a funny +fashion that I came near laughing aloud. But, fortunately, I +checked myself and looked for a moment at a couple of old maids in +the pew opposite. And, whether you will believe me or not, they +looked exactly like two dressed-up magpies, while the stout old +gentleman next to them had the appearance of a sedate and pious +turkey-cock. As he took out his handkerchief and blew his +nose—I mean his bill—the laughter again came over me, +and I had to stoop down in the pew and smother my merriment. An old +chum of mine, who was a famous sportsman and a great favorite with +the<a name='Page_202'></a> ladies, turned out to be a bull-dog, and +as he adjusted his neck-tie and pulled up his collar around his +thick, hairy neck, I had once more to hide my face in order to +preserve my gravity.</p> + +<p>I am afraid, if I had gone on with my observations, I should +have lost my faith in many a man and woman whom I had previously +trusted and admired, for they were probably not all as good and +amiable as they appeared. However, I could not help asking myself, +as Mabel had done, what good such a knowledge would, in the end, do +me. Was it not better to believe everybody good, until convinced to +the contrary, than to distrust everybody and by my suspicion do +injustice to those who were really better than they seemed? After +all, I thought, these spectacles are making me morbid and +suspicious; they are a dangerous and useless thing to possess. I +will return them to their real owner.</p> + +<p>This, then, was my determination. A little before sunset I +started for the gorge, and on my way I met a little girl playing +with pebbles at the roadside. My curiosity once more possessed me. +I put on the gnome's spectacles and gazed intently at the child. +Strange to say no transformation occurred. I took off the glasses, +rubbed them with my handkerchief, and put them on once more. The +child still remained what it seemed—a child; not a feature +was changed. Here, then, was really<a name='Page_203'></a> a +creature that was neither more nor less than it seemed. For some +inconceivable reason the tears started to my eyes; I took the +little girl up in my arms and kissed her. My thoughts then +naturally turned to Mabel; I knew in the depth of my heart that +she, too, would have remained unchanged. What could she be that was +better than her own sweet self—the pure, the beautiful, the +blessed Mabel?</p> + +<p>When the sun was well set, I sat down under the same +hemlock-tree where I had first met the gnome. After half an hour's +waiting I again saw the lights advancing over the ground, struck at +random at one of them and the small man was once more visible. I +did not seize his cap, however, but addressed him in this +manner:</p> + +<p>"Do you know, you curious Old World sprite, what scrapes your +detestable spectacles brought me into? Here they are. Take them +back. I don't want to see them again as long as I live."</p> + +<p>In the next moment I saw the precious glasses in the gnome's +hand, a broad, malicious grin distorted his features, and before I +could say another word, he had snatched up his cap and +vanished.</p> + +<p>A few days later, Mabel, with her sweet-brier dress on, was +again walking at my side along the stream in the gorge, and somehow +our footsteps led us to the old willow-tree where we had had out +talk about the German gnomes and fairies.</p> + +<a name='Page_204'></a> + +<p>"Suppose, Jamie," said Mabel, as we seated ourselves on the +grass, "that a good fairy should come to you and tell you that your +highest wish should be fulfilled. What would you then ask?"</p> + +<p>"I would ask," cried I, seizing Mabel's hand "that she would +give me a good little wife, with blue eyes and golden hair, whose +name should be Mabel."</p> + +<p>Mabel blushed crimson and turned her face away from me to hide +her confusion.</p> + +<p>"You would not wish to see things as they are, then," whispered +she, while the sweetest smile stole over her blushing face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, no!" exclaimed I. "But what would you ask, Mabel?"</p> + +<p>"I," answered she, "would ask the fairy to give me a husband who +loved me well, if—if his name was—Jamie."</p> + +<p>A little before supper-time we both stole on tip-toe into the +professor's study. He was writing, as usual, and did not notice us. +Mabel went up to his chair from behind and gently put her hands +over his eyes, and asked if he could guess who it was. He, of +course, guessed all the names he could think of, except the right +one.</p> + +<p>"Papa," said Mabel, at last, restoring to him once more the use +of his eyes, "Jamie and I have something we want to tell you."</p> + +<p>"And what is it, my dear?" asked the profes<a name= +'Page_205'></a>sor, turning round on his chair, and staring at us +as if he expected something extraordinary.</p> + +<p>"I don't want to say it aloud," said Mabel. "I want to whisper +it."</p> + +<p>"And I, too," echoed I.</p> + +<p>And so we both put our mouths, one on each side, to the +professor's ears, and whispered.</p> + +<p>"But," exclaimed the old man, as soon as he could recover his +breath, "you must bear in mind that life is not a +play,—that—that life is not what it seems—"</p> + +<p>"No, but Mabel <i>is</i>," said I.</p> + +<p>"Is,—is what?"</p> + +<p>"What she seems," cried I.</p> + +<p>And then we both laughed; and the professor kissed Mabel, shook +my hand, and at last all laughed.</p> + +<hr style='width: 65%;'> +<a name='HOW_MR_STORM_MET_HIS_DESTINY'></a> +<h2><a name='Page_206'></a>HOW MR. STORM MET HIS DESTINY.</h2> + +<br> + <span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Hut' dich vor +Mägdelein,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Söhnelein, +Söhnelein.—HEINE.</span><br> +<br> + + +<p>I do not know why people always spoke of my friend Edmund Storm +as a confirmed bachelor, considering the fact that he was not far +on the shady side of thirty. It is true, he looked considerably +older, and had to all appearances entered that bloomless and +sapless period which with women is called "uncertain age." +Nevertheless, I had a private conviction that Storm might some fine +day shed this dry and shrunken chrysalis, and emerge in some +brilliant and unexpected form. I cannot imagine what ground I had +for such a belief; I only know that I always felt called upon to +combat the common illusion that he was by nature and temperament +set apart for eternal celibacy, or even that he had ceased to be +agitated by matrimonial aspirations. I dimly felt that there was a +sort of refined cruelty in thus excluding a man from the common lot +of the race; men often have pity<a name='Page_207'></a> but seldom +love for those who either from eccentricity or peculiar excellence +separate themselves from the broad, warm current of human life, +having no part in the errors, ideals, and aspirations of their more +commonplace brethren. Even a slight deviation from the physical +type of common manhood and womanhood, as for instance, the +possession of a sixth toe or finger, would in the eyes of the +multitude go far toward making a man morally objectionable. It was, +perhaps, because I wished to save my friend Storm from this +unenviable lot that I always contended that he was yet a promising +candidate for matrimony.</p> + +<p>Edmund Storm was a Norseman by birth, but had emigrated some +five or six years before I made his acquaintance. Our first meeting +was brought about in rather a singular manner. I had written an +article in one of our leading newspapers, commenting upon the +characteristics of our Scandinavian immigrants and indulging some +fine theories, highly eulogistic of the women of my native land. A +few days after the publication of this article, my pride was +seriously shocked by the receipt of a letter which told me in +almost so many words that I was a conceited fool, with opinions +worthy of a bedlam. The writer, who professed to be better +informed, added his name and address, and invited me to call upon +him at a specified hour, promising to furnish me with valuable +material for future<a name='Page_208'></a> treatises on the same +subject. My curiosity naturally piqued, and, swallowing my +humiliation I determined to obey the summons. I found some +satisfaction in the thought that my unknown critic resided in a +very unfashionable neighborhood, and mentally put him down as one +of those half-civilized boors whom the first breath of our +republican air had inflated a good deal beyond their natural +dimensions. I was therefore somewhat disconcerted when, after +having climbed half a dozen long staircases, I was confronted with +a pale, thin man, of calm, gentlemanly bearing, with the +unmistakable stamp of culture upon his brow. He shook my hand with +grave politeness, and pointing to a huge arm-chair of antediluvian +make, invited me to be seated. The large, low-ceiled room was +filled with furniture of the most fantastic styles;—tables +and chairs with twisted legs and scrolls of tarnished gilt; a +solid-looking, elaborately carved <i>chiffonier</i>, exhibiting +Adam and Eve in airy dishabille, sowing the seeds of mischief for +an unborn world; a long mirror in broad gilt frame of the most +deliciously quaint rococo, calling up the images of slim, +long-waisted ladies and powdered gentlemen with wristbands of +ancient lace, silk stockings, and gorgeous coats, <i>à +la</i> Louis XV. The very air seemed to be filled with the vague +musty odor of by-gone times, and the impression grew upon me that I +had unawares stepped into a<a name='Page_209'></a> lumber-room, +where the eighteenth century was stowed away for safe-keeping.</p> + +<p>"You see I have a weakness for old furniture," explained my +host, while his rigid features labored for an instant to adjust +themselves into something resembling a smile. I imagined I could +hear them creaking faintly in the effort like tissue-paper when +crumpled by an unwary hand. I almost regretted my rudeness in +having subjected him to the effort. I noticed that he spoke with a +slow, laborious enunciation, as if he were fashioning the words +carefully in his mouth before making up his mind to emit them. His +thin, flexible lips seemed admirably adapted for this purpose.</p> + +<p>"It is the only luxury I allow myself," he continued, seeing +that I was yet ill at ease. "My assortment, as you will observe, is +as yet a very miscellaneous one, and I do not know that I ever +shall be able to complete it."</p> + +<p>"You are a fortunate man," remarked I, "who can afford to +indulge such expensive tastes."</p> + +<p>"Expensive," he repeated musingly, as if that idea had never +until then occurred to him. "You are quite mistaken. Expensive, as +I understand the term, is not that which has a high intrinsic +worth, but that which can only be procured at a price considerably +above its real value. In this sense, a hobby is not an expensive +thing. It is, as I regard it, one of the safest investments life +has to<a name='Page_210'></a> offer. An unambitious man like +myself, without a hobby, would necessarily be either an idler or a +knave. And I am neither the one nor the other. The truth is, my +life was very poorly furnished at the start, and I have been +laboring ever since to supply the deficiency. I am one of those +crude colorless, superfluous products which Nature throws off with +listless ease in her leisure moments when her thoughts are +wandering and her strength has been exhausted by some great and +noble effort."</p> + +<p>Mr. Storm uttered these extraordinary sentiments, not with a +careless toss of the head, and loud demonstrative ardor, but with a +grave, measured intonation, as if he were reciting from some +tedious moral book recommended by ministers of the gospel and +fathers of families. His long, dry face, with its perpendicular +wrinkles, and the whole absurd proportion between his longitude and +latitude, suggested to me the idea that Nature had originally made +him short and stout, and then, having suddenly changed her mind, +had subjected him to a prolonged process of stretching in order to +adapt him to the altered type. I had no doubt that if I could see +those parts of his body which were now covered, they would show by +longitudinal wrinkles the effects of this hypothetical stretching. +His features in their original shape may have been handsome, +although I am inclined to doubt it; there were glimpses of fine +intentions in them,<a name='Page_211'></a> but, as a whole, he was +right in pronouncing them rather a second-rate piece of +workmanship. His nose was thin, sharp, and aquiline, and the bone +seemed to exert a severe strain upon the epidermis, which was +stretched over the projecting bridge with the tensity of a +drum-head. I will not reveal what an unpleasant possibility this +niggardliness on Nature's part suggested to me. His eyes (the only +feature in him which was distinctly Norse) were of a warm gray +tint, and expressed frank severity. You saw at once that, whatever +his eccentricities might be, here was a Norseman in whom there was +no guile. It was these fine Norse eyes which at once prepossessed +me in Storm's favor. They furnished me approximately with the +key-note to his character; I knew that God did not expend such eyes +upon any but the rarest natures. Storm's taste for old furniture +was no longer a mystery; in fact, I began to suspect that there +lurked a fantastic streak of some warm, deep-tinged hue somewhere +in his bony composition, and my fingers began to itch with the +desire to make a psychological autopsy.</p> + +<p>"Apropos of crude workmanship," began my host after a pause, +during which he had been examining his long fingers with an air of +criticism and doubtful approbation. "You know why I wrote to +you?"</p> + +<p>I confessed that I was unable to guess his motive.</p> + +<a name='Page_212'></a> + +<p>"Well, then, listen to me. Your article was written with a good +deal of youthful power; but it was thoroughly false. You spoke of +what you did not know. I thought it was my duty to guard you from +future errors, especially as I felt that you were a young man +standing upon the threshold of life, about to enter upon a career +of great mischief or great usefulness. Then you are of my own +blood—but there is no need of apologies. You have come, as I +thought you would."</p> + +<p>"It was especially my sentiments regarding Norsewomen, I +believe, that you objected to," I said hesitatingly; for in spite +of his fine eyes, my friend still impressed me as an unknown +quantity, and I mentally labelled him <i>x</i>, and determined by +slow degrees to solve his equation.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he answered; "your sentiments about Norsewomen, or rather +about women in general. They are made very much of the same stuff +the world over. I do not mind telling you that I speak from bitter +experience, and my words ought, therefore, to have the more +weight."</p> + +<p>"Your experience must have been very wide," I answered by way of +pleasantry, "since, as you hint, it includes the whole world."</p> + +<p>He stared for a moment, did not respond to my smile, but +continued in the same imperturbable monotone:</p> + +<p>"When God abstracted that seventh or ninth<a name= +'Page_213'></a> rib from Adam, and fashioned a woman of it, the +result was, <i>entre nous</i>, nothing to boast of. I have ever +ceased to regret that Adam did not wake up in time to thwart that +hazardous experiment. It may have been necessary to introduce some +tragic element into our lives, and if that was the intention, I +admit that the means were ingenious. To my mind the only hope of +salvation for the human race lies in its gradual emancipation from +that baleful passion which draws men and women so irresistibly to +each other. Love and reason in a well-regulated human being, form +at best an armed neutrality, but can never cordially co-operate. +But few men arrive in this life at this ideal state, and women +never. As it is now, our best energies are wasted in vain endeavors +to solve the matrimonial problem at the very time when our vitality +is greatest and our strength might be expended with the best effect +in the service of the race, for the advancement of science, art, or +industry."</p> + +<p>"But would you then abolish marriage?" I ventured to ask. "That +would mean, as I understand it, to abolish the race itself."</p> + +<p>"No," he answered calmly. "In my ideal state, marriage should be +tolerated; but it should be regulated by the government, with a +total disregard of individual preferences, and with a sole view to +the physical and intellectual improvement of the race. There should +be a permanent govern<a name='Page_214'></a>ment commission +appointed, say one in each State consisting of the most prominent +scientists and moral teachers. No marriage should be legal without +being approved and confirmed by them. Marriage, as it is at +present, is, in nine cases out of ten, an unqualified evil; as +Schopenhauer puts it, it halves our joys and doubles our +sorrows—"</p> + +<p>"And triples our expenses," I prompted, laughing.</p> + +<p>"And triples our expenses," he repeated gravely. "Talk about +finding your affinity and all that sort of stuff! Supposing the +world to be a huge bag, as in reality it is; then take several +hundred million blocks, representing human beings, and label each +one by pairs, giving them a corresponding mark and color. Then +shake the whole bag violently, and you will admit that the chances +of an encounter between the two with the same label are extremely +slim. It is just so with marriage. It is all chance—a +heartless, aimless, and cruel lottery. There are more valuable +human lives wrecked every hour of the day in this dangerous game +than by all the vices that barbarism or civilization has ever +invented."</p> + +<p>I hazarded some feeble remonstrance against these revolutionary +heresies (as I conceived them to be), but my opponent met me on all +sides with his inflexible logic. We spent several hours together +without at all approaching an agreement,<a name='Page_215'></a> and +finally parted with the promise to dine together and resume the +discussion the next day.</p> + +<p>This was the beginning of my acquaintance with the pessimist, +Edmund Storm.</p> + +<hr> +<h2>II.</h2> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>"Freundschaft, Liebe, Stein der +Weisen,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Diese Dreie hört' ich +preisen,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Und ich pries und suchte +sie,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Aber ach! ich fand sie +nie."—HEINE.</span><br> +<br> + + +<p>During the next two years there was never a week, and seldom a +day, when I did not see Storm. We lunched together at a +much-frequented restaurant not far from Wall street, and my +friend's sarcastic epigrams would do much to reconcile me to my +temperance habits by supplying in a more ethereal form the +stimulants with which others strove to facilitate or to ruin their +digestions.</p> + +<p>"Existence is even at best a doubtful boon," he would say while +he dissected his beefsteak with the seriousness of a scientific +observer. "A man's philosophy is regulated by his stomach. No +amount of stoicism can reconcile a man to dyspepsia. If our +nationality were not by nature endowed with the digestion of a +boa-constrictor, I should seriously consider the propriety of +vanishing into the Nirvana."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_216'></a>I often wondered what could be the secret +of Storm's liking for me; for that he liked me, in his own +lugubrious fashion, there could be no doubt. As for myself, I never +could determine how far I reciprocated his feeling. I should hardly +say that I loved him, but his talk fascinated me, and it always +irritated me to hear any one speak ill of him. He was the very +opposite of what the world calls "a good fellow;" he did not slap +you on the shoulder and salute you with a "Hallo, old boy!" and I +am inclined to think that he would have promptly resented any undue +familiarity. He was a man of the most exact habits, painfully +conscientious in all his dealings, and absolutely devoid of vices, +unless, indeed, his extravagance in the purchase of old furniture +might be classed under that head. To people of slipshod habits, his +painstaking exactness was of course highly exasperating, and I +often myself felt that he was in need of a redeeming vice. If I +could have induced him to smoke, take snuff, or indulge in a little +innocent gambling, I believe it would have given me a good deal of +satisfaction. Once, I remember, I exerted myself to the utmost to +beguile him into taking a humorous view of a mendacious tramp, who, +after having treated us to a highly pathetic autobiography, +importuned us for a quarter. But no, Storm could see nothing but +the moral hideousness of the man, lectured him severely, and +would<a name='Page_217'></a> have sent him away unrewarded, if I +had not temporarily suspended my principles.</p> + +<p>During our continued intercourse, I naturally learned a good +deal about my friend's previous life and occupation. He was of very +good family, had enjoyed an excellent university education, and had +the finest prospects of a prosperous career at home, when, as far +as I could ascertain, he took a sudden freak to emigrate. He had +inherited a modest fortune, and now maintained himself as cashier +in a large tea importing house in the city. He read the newspapers +diligently, apparently with a view to convincing himself of the +universal wretchedness of mankind in general and the American +people in particular, had a profound contempt for ambition of every +sort, believed nothing that life could offer worthy of an effort, +except—old furniture.</p> + +<p>In the autumn of 187- he was taken violently ill with +inflammation of the lungs, and I naturally devoted every evening to +him that I could spare from my work. He suffered acutely, but was +perfectly calm and hardly ever moved a muscle.</p> + +<p>"I seldom indulge in the luxury of whining," he said to me once, +as I was seated at his bedside. "But, if I should die, as I believe +I shall, it would be a pity if the lesson of my life should be lost +to humanity. It is the only valuable thing I leave behind me, +except, perhaps, my furniture, which I bequeath to you."</p> + +<a name='Page_218'></a> + +<p>He lay for a while looking with grave criticism at his long, +lean fingers, and then told me the following story, of which I +shall give a brief <i>resumé</i>.</p> + +<hr> +<p>Some ten years ago, while he was yet in the university, he had +made the acquaintance of a young girl, Emily Gerstad, the daughter +of a widow in whose house he lived. She was a wild unruly thing, +full of coquettish airs, frivolous as a kitten, but for all that, a +phenomenon of most absorbing interest. She was a blonde of the +purest Northern type, with a magnificent wealth of thick curly hair +and a pair of blue eyes, which seemed capable of expressing the +very finest things that God ever deposited in a woman's nature. It +was useless to disapprove of her, and to argue with her on the +error of her ways was a waste of breath: her moral nature was too +fatally flexible. She could assume with astonishing facility a +hundred different attitudes on the same question, and acted the +penitent, the indifferent, the defiant, with such a perfection of +art as really to deceive herself. And in spite of all this, poor +Storm soon found that she had wound herself so closely about his +heart, that the process of unwinding, as he expressed it, would +require greater strength and a sterner philosophy than he believed +himself to possess. He had always been shy of women, not because he +distrusted them, but because he was pain<a name= +'Page_219'></a>fully conscious of being, in point of physical +finish, a second-rate article, a bungling piece of work, and +naturally felt his disadvantages more keenly in the presence of +those upon whom Nature had expended all her best art. He was, +according to his own assertion, an idealist by temperament, and had +kept a sacred chamber in his heart where the vestal fire burned +with a pure flame. Now the deepest strata of his being were +stirred, and he loved with an overwhelming fervor and intensity +which fairly frightened him. In a moment of abject despair he +proposed to Emily, and to his surprise was accepted. And what was +more, it was no comedy on her part; he even now believed that she +really loved him. All the turbulent forces of her being were toned +down to a beautiful, womanly tenderness. She clung to him with a +passionate devotion which seemed to be no less of a surprise to +herself than it was to him—clung to his stronger self, +perhaps, as a refuge from her own waywardness, listened with a +sweet, shame-faced happiness to his bright plans for their common +future, and shared his pleasures and his light disappointments with +an ardor and an ever ready sympathy, as if her whole previous life +had been an education for this one end—to be a perfect wife +and to be his wife.</p> + +<p>But alas, their happiness was of brief duration. At the end of a +year he had finished his legal studies, and passed a brilliant +examination. An<a name='Page_220'></a> excellent situation was +obtained for him in a small town on the sea-coast, whither he +removed and began to prepare for the foundation of his home. It was +here he contracted his taste for quaint furniture, all that was now +left to him of his happiness—nay, of his life. Suddenly, at +the end of eight months, she ceased writing to him—a fact +which after all, argued well for her sincerity; full of +apprehension, he hastened to the capital and found her engaged to a +young lieutenant,—a dashing, hare-brained fellow, covered all +over with gilt embroidery, undeniably handsome, but otherwise of +very little worth. At least that was Storm's impression of him; he +may have done him injustice, he added, with his usual +conscientiousness. A man who sees the whole structure of his life +tumbling down over his head is not apt to take a charitable view of +the author of the ruin. A week later, Storm was on his way to +America,—that was the end of the story.</p> + +<p>Yes, if my friend had died, according to his promise, the story +would have ended here; but, as for once, he broke his word, I am +obliged to add the sequel. I noticed that for some time after his +recovery he kept shy of me. As he afterward plainly told me, he +felt as if I had purloined a piece of his most precious private +property, in sharing a grief which had hitherto been his own +exclusive treasure.</p> + +<a name='Page_221'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>III.</h2> + +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Fürcht' dich nicht, du liebes +Kindchen,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Vor der bösen Geister +Macht;</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Tag und Nacht, du liebes +Kindchen,</span><br> +<span style='margin-left: 2em;'>Halten Engel bei dir +Wacht.—HEINE.</span><br> +<br> + + +<p>Once, on a warm moonlight night in September, Storm and I took a +walk in the Park. The night always tuned him into a gentle mood, +and I even suspect that he had some sentiment about it. The +currents of life, he said, then ran more serenely, with a slower +and healthier pulse-beat; the unfathomable mysteries of life +crowded in upon us; our shallow individualities were quenched, and +our larger human traits rose nearer to the surface. The best test +of sympathy was a night walk; two persons who then jarred upon each +other might safely conclude that they were constitutionally +unsympathetic. He had known silly girls who in moonlight were +sublime; but it was dangerous to build one's hopes of happiness +upon this moonlight sublimity. Just as all complexions, except +positive black, were fair when touched by the radiance of the +night, so all shades of character, except downright wickedness, +borrowed a finer human tinge under this illusory illumination. Thus +ran his talk, I throwing in the necessary expletives, and as I am +neither black nor absolutely wicked, I have reason to believe that +I appeared to good advantage.</p> + +<a name='Page_222'></a> + +<p>"It is very curious about women," he broke forth after a long +meditative pause. "In spite of all my pondering on the subject, I +never quite could understand the secret of their fascination. Their +goodness, if they are good, is usually of the quality of oatmeal, +and when they are bad—"</p> + +<p>"'They are horrid,'" I quoted promptly.</p> + +<p>"Amen," he added with a contented chuckle. "I never could see +the appropriateness of the Bible precept about coveting your +neighbor's wife," he resumed after another brief silence. "I, for +my part, never found my neighbor's wife worth coveting. But I will +admit that I have, in a few instances, felt inclined to covet my +neighbor's child. No amount of pessimism can quite fortify a man +against the desire to have children. A child is not always a 'thing +of beauty,' nor is it apt to be a 'joy for ever'; but I never yet +met the man who would not be willing to take his chances. It is a +confounded thing that the paternal instinct is so deeply implanted, +even in such a piece of dried-up parchment as myself. It is like +discovering a warm, live vein of throbbing blood under the +shrivelled skin of an Egyptian mummy."</p> + +<p>We sauntered on for more than an hour, now plunging into dense +masses of shadow, now again emerging into cool pathways of light. +The conversation turned on various topics, all of which Storm +touched with a kindlier humor than was his<a name='Page_223'></a> +wont. The world was a failure, but for all that, it was the part of +a wise man to make the best of it as it was. The clock in some +neighboring tower struck ten; we took a street-car and rode home. +As we were about to alight (I first, and Storm following closely +after me), I noticed a woman with a wild, frightened face hurrying +away from the street-lamp right in front of us. My friend, owing +either to his near-sightedness, or his preoccupation, had evidently +not observed her. We climbed the long dimly lighted stairs to his +room, and both stumbled at the door against a large basket.</p> + +<p>"That detestable washwoman!" he muttered. "How often have I told +her not to place her basket where everybody is sure to run into +it!"</p> + +<p>He opened the door and I carried the basket into the room, while +he struck a match and lighted the drop-light on the table.</p> + +<p>"Excuse me for a moment," he went on, stooping to lift the cloth +which covered the basket. "I want to count—Gracious heavens! +what is this?" he cried suddenly, springing up as if he had stepped +on something alive; then he sank down into an arm-chair, and sat +staring vacantly before him. In the basket lay a sleeping infant, +apparently about eight months old. As soon as I had recovered from +my first astonishment, I bent down over it and regarded it +attentively. It was a beautiful, healthy-looking child,—not a +mere formless<a name='Page_224'></a> mass of fat with hastily +sketched features, as babes of that age are apt to be. Its face was +of exquisite finish, a straight, well-modelled little nose, a +softly defined dimpled little chin, and a fresh, finely curved +mouth, through which the even breath came and went with a quiet, +hardly perceptible rhythm. It was all as sweet, harmonious, and +artistically perfect as a Tennysonian stanza. The little waif won +my heart at once, and it was a severe test of my self-denial that I +had to repress my desire to kiss it. I somehow felt that my friend +ought to be the first to recognize it as a member of his +household.</p> + +<p>"Storm," I said, looking up at his pale, vacant face. "It is a +dangerous thing to covet one's neighbor's child. But, if you don't +adopt this little dumb supplicant, I fear you will tempt me to +break the tenth commandment. I believe there is a clause there +about coveting children."</p> + +<p>Storm opened his eyes wide, and with an effort to rouse himself, +pushed back the chair and knelt down at the side of the basket. +With a gentle movement he drew off the cover under which the child +slept, and discovered on its bosom a letter which he eagerly +seized. As he glanced at the direction of the envelope, his face +underwent a marvellous change; it was as if a mask had suddenly +been removed, revealing a new type of warmer, purer, and tenderer +manhood.</p> + +<a name='Page_225'></a> + +<p>The letter read as follows:</p> + +<div class='blkquot'> +<p>"DEAREST EDMUND:</p> + +<p>It has gone all wrong with me. You know I would not come to if +there was any other hope left. As for myself, I do not care what +becomes of me, but you will not forsake my little girl. Will you +dear Edmund? I know you will not. I promise you, I shall never +claim her back. She shall be yours always. Her name is Ragna; she +was born February 25th, and was christened two months later. I have +prayed to God that she may bring happiness into your life, that she +may expiate the wrong her mother did you.</p> + +<p>I was not married until five years after you left me. It is a +great sin to say it, but I always hoped that you would come back to +me I did not know then how great my wrong was. Now I know it and I +have ceased to hope. Do not try to find me. It will be useless. I +shall never willingly cross your path, dear Edmund. I have learned +that happiness never comes where I am; and I would not darken your +life again,—no I would not, so help me God! Only forgive me, +if you can, and do not say anything bad about me to my +child—ah! what a horrible thought! I did not mean to ask you +that, because I know how good you are. I am so wild with strange +thoughts, so dazed and bewildered that I do not know what I am +saying. Farewell, dear Edmund.—Your, EMILY.</p> + +<p>If you should decide not to keep my little girl (as I do not +think you will), send a line addressed E.H.H., to the personal +column in the 'N.Y. Herald.' But do not try to find me. I shall +answer you in the same way and tell you where to send the child. +E.H."</p> +</div> + +<p>This letter was not shown to me until several years after, but +even then the half illegible words, evidently traced with a +trembling hand, the pathetic abruptness of the sentences, sounding +like the grief-stricken cries of a living voice, and the still<a +name='Page_226'></a> visible marks of tears upon the paper, made an +impression upon me which is not easily forgotten.</p> + +<p>In the meanwhile Storm, having read and reread the letter, was +lifting his strangely illumined eyes to the ceiling.</p> + +<p>"God be praised," he said in a trembling whisper. "I have +wronged her, too, and I did not know it. I will be a father to her +child."</p> + +<p>The little girl, who had awaked, without signalling the fact in +the usual manner, fixed her large, fawn-like eyes upon him in +peaceful wonder. He knelt down once more, took her in his arms, and +kissed her gravely and solemnly. It was charming to see with what +tender awkwardness he held her, as if she were some precious thing +made of frail stuff that might easily be broken. My curiosity had +already prompted me to examine the basket, which contained a +variety of clean, tiny articles,—linen, stockings, a rattle +with the distinct impress of its nationality, and several neatly +folded dresses, among which a long, white, elaborately embroidered +one, marked by a slip of paper as "Baby's Christening Robe."</p> + +<p>I will not reproduce the long and serious consultation which +followed; be it sufficient to chronicle the result. I hastened +homeward, and had my landlady, Mrs. Harrison, roused from her +midnight slumbers; she was, as I knew, a woman of strong maternal +instincts, who was fond of referring to her<a name='Page_227'></a> +experience in that line,—a woman to whom your thought would +naturally revert in embarrassing circumstances. She responded +promptly and eagerly to my appeal; the situation evidently roused +all the latent romance of her nature, and afforded her no small +satisfaction. She spent a half hour in privacy with the baby, who +re-appeared fresh and beaming in a sort of sacerdotal Norse +night-habit which was a miracle of neatness.</p> + +<p>"Bless her little heart," ejaculated Mrs. Harrison, as the small +fat hands persisted in pulling her already demoralized side curls. +"She certainly knows me;" then in an aside to Storm: "The mother, +whoever she may be, sir, is a lady. I never seed finer linen as +long as I lived; and every single blessed piece is embroidered with +two letters which I reckon means the name of the child."</p> + +<p>Storm bowed his head silently and sighed. But when the baby, +after having rather indifferently submitted to a caress from me, +stretched out its arms to him and consented with great good humor +to a final good-night kiss, large tears rolled down over his +cheeks, while he smiled, as I thought only the angels could +smile.</p> + +<p>I am obliged to add before the curtain is dropped upon this +nocturnal drama, that my friend was guilty of an astonishing piece +of Vandalism. When my landlady had deposited the sleeping child in +his large, exquisitely carved and canopied bed<a name= +'Page_228'></a> (which, as he declared, made him feel as if a +hundred departed grandees were his bed-fellows), we both went in to +have a final view of our little foundling. As we stood there, +clasping each other's hands in silence, Storm suddenly fixed his +eyes with a savage glare upon one of the bed-posts which contained +a tile of porcelain, representing Joseph leaving his garment in the +hand of Potiphar's wife; on the post opposite was seen Samson +sheared of his glory and Delilah fleeing through the opened door +with his seven locks in her hand; a third represented Jezebel being +precipitated from a third-story window, and the subject of the +fourth I have forgotten. It was a remnant of the not always +delicate humor of the seventeenth century. My friend, with a fierce +disgust, strangely out of keeping with his former mood, pulled a +knife from his pocket, and deliberately proceeded to demolish the +precious tiles. When he had succeeded in breaking out the last, he +turned to me and said:</p> + +<p>"I have been an atrocious fool. It is high time I should get to +know it."</p> + +<p>A week later I found four new tiles with designs of Fra +Angelico's angels installed in the places of the reprobate Biblical +women.</p> + +<a name='Page_229'></a> + +<hr> +<h2>IV.</h2> + +<div class='blkquot'> +<p>"Wer zum ersten Male liebt, Sei es auch glücklos ist ein +Gott."—HEINE.</p> +</div> + +<p>During the following week, Storm and I, with the aid of the +police, searched New York from one end to the other; but Emily must +have foreseen the event, and covered up her tracks carefully. Our +seeking was all in vain. In the meanwhile the baby was not +neglected; my friend's third room, which had hitherto done service +as a sort of state parlor, was consecrated as a nursery, a stout +German nurse was procured, and much time was devoted to the +designing of a cradle (an odd mixture of the Pompeiian and the +Eastlake style), which was well calculated to stimulate whatever +artistic sense our baby may have been endowed with. If it had been +heir to a throne, its wants could not have been more carefully +studied. Storm was as flexible as wax in its tiny hand. Life had +suddenly acquired a very definite meaning to him; he had discovered +that he had a valuable stake in it. Strange as it may seem, the +whole gigantic world, with its manifold and complicated +institutions, began to readjust itself in his mind with sole +reference to its possible influence upon the baby's fate. Political +questions were no longer convenient pegs to hang pessimistic +epigrams on, but became<a name='Page_230'></a> matters of vital +interest because they affected the moral condition of the country +in which the baby was to grow up. Socialistic agitations, which a +dispassionate bachelor could afford to regard with philosophic +indifference, now presented themselves as diabolical plots to +undermine the baby's happiness, and deprive her of whatever earthly +goods Providence might see fit to bestow upon her, and so on, <i>ad +infinitum</i>. From a radical, with revolutionary sympathies, my +friend in the course of a year blossomed out into a conservative +Philistine with a decided streak of optimism, and all for the sake +of the baby. It was very amusing to listen to his solemn +consultations with the nurse every morning before he betook himself +to the office, and to watch the lively, almost child-like interest +with which, on returning in the evening, he listened to her +long-winded report of the baby's wonderful doings during the day. +On Sundays, when he always spent the whole afternoon at home, I +often surprised him in the most undignified attitudes, creeping +about on the floor with the little girl riding on his back, or +stretched out full length with his head in her lap, while she was +gracious enough to interest herself in his hair, and even laughed +and cooed with much inarticulate contentment. At such times, when, +perhaps, through the disordered locks, I caught a glimpse of a +beaming happy face (for my visits were never of sufficient +account<a name='Page_231'></a> to interfere with baby's pleasures), +I would pay my respectful tribute to the baby, acknowledging that +she possessed a power, the secret of which I did not know.</p> + +<p>But in spite of all this, I did not fail to detect that Storm's +life was not even now without its sorrow. At our luncheons, I often +saw a sad and thoughtful gloom settling upon his features; it was +no longer the bitter reviling grief of former years, but a deep and +mellow sadness, a regretful dwelling on mental images which were +hard to contemplate and harder still to banish.</p> + +<p>"Do you know," he exclaimed once, as he felt that I had divined +his thoughts, "her face haunts me night and day! I feel as if my +happiness in possessing the child were a daily robbery from her. I +have continued my search for her up to this hour, but I have found +no trace of her. Perhaps if you will help me, I shall not always be +seeking in vain."</p> + +<p>I gave him my hand silently across the table; he shook it +heartily, and we parted.</p> + +<p>It was about a month after this occurrence that I happened to be +sitting on one of the benches near the entrance to Central Park. +That restless spring feeling which always attacks me somewhat +prematurely with the early May sunshine, had beguiled me into +taking a holiday, and with a book, which had been sent me for +review, lying open<a name='Page_232'></a> upon my knees, I was +watching the occupants of the baby carriages which were being +wheeled up and down on the pavement in front of me. Presently I +discovered Storm's nurse seated on a bench near by in eager +converse with a male personage of her own nationality. The baby, +who was safely strapped in the carriage at the roadside, was +pleasantly occupied in venting her destructive instincts upon a +linen edition of "Mother Goose." As I arose to get a nearer view of +the child, I saw a slender, simply dressed lady, with a beautiful +but careworn face, evidently approaching with the same intention. +At the sight of me she suddenly paused; a look of recognition +seemed to be vaguely struggling in her features,—she turned +around, and walked rapidly away. The thought immediately flashed +through me that it was the same face I had seen under the gas-lamp +on the evening when the child was found. Moreover, the type, +although not glaringly Norse, corresponded in its general outline +to Storm's description. Fearing to excite her suspicion, I forced +my face into the most neutral expression, stooped down to converse +with the baby, and then sauntered off with a leisurely air toward +"Ward's Indian Hunter." I had no doubt that if the lady were the +child's mother, she would soon reappear; and I need not add that my +expectations proved correct. After having waited some fifteen +minutes, I saw her returning with<a name='Page_233'></a> swift, +wary steps and watchful eyes, like some lithe wild thing that +scents danger in the air. As she came up to the nurse, she dropped +down into the seat with a fine affectation of weariness, and began +to chat with an attempt at indifference which was truly pathetic. +Her eyes seemed all the while to be devouring the child with a +wild, hungry tenderness. Suddenly she pounced upon it, hugged it +tightly in her arms, and quite forgetting her <i>rôle</i>, +strove no more to smother her sobs. The nurse was greatly alarmed; +I heard her expostulating, but could not distinguish the words. The +child cried. Suddenly the lady rose, explained briefly, as I +afterward heard, that she had herself lately lost a child, and +hurried away. At a safe distance I followed her, and succeeded in +tracking her nearly a mile down Broadway, where she vanished into +what appeared to be a genteel dressmaking establishment. By the aid +of a friend of mine, a dealer in furnishing goods, whom I thought +it prudent to take into my confidence, I ascertained that she +called herself Mrs. Helm (an ineffectual disguise of the Norwegian +Hjelm), that she was a widow of quiet demeanor and most exemplary +habits, and that she had worked as a seamstress in the +establishment during the past four months. My friend elicited these +important facts under the pretence of wishing to employ her himself +in the shirtmaking department of his own business.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_234'></a>Having through the same agency obtained +the street and number of her boarding-place, I visited her +landlady, who dispelled my last doubts, and moreover, informed me +(perhaps under the impression that I was a possible suitor) that +Mrs. Helm was as fine a lady as ever trod God's earth, and a fit +wife for any man. The same evening I conveyed to Storm the result +of my investigations.</p> + +<p>He sat listening to me with a grave intensity of expression, +which at first I hardly knew how to interpret. Now and then I saw +his lips quivering, and as I described the little scene with the +child in the park, he rose abruptly and began to walk up and down +on the floor. As I had finished, he again dropped down into the +chair, raised his eyes devoutly to the ceiling, and murmured:</p> + +<p>"Thank God!"</p> + +<p>Thus he sat for a long while, sometimes moving his lips +inaudibly, and seemingly unconscious of my presence. Then suddenly +he sprang up and seized his hat and cane.</p> + +<p>"It was number 532?" he said, laying hold of the door-knob.</p> + +<p>"Yes," I answered, "but you surely do not intend to see her +to-night."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I do."</p> + +<p>"But it is after nine o'clock, and she may—"</p> + +<p>But he was already half way down the stairs.</p> + +<p>Through a dense, drizzling rain which made the<a name= +'Page_235'></a> gas-lights across the street look like moons set in +misty aureoles, Storm hastened on until he reached the +unaristocratic locality of Emily's dwelling. He rang the door-bell, +and after some slight expostulation with the servant was permitted +to enter. Groping his way through a long, dimly-lit hall, he +stumbled upon a staircase, which he mounted, and paused at the door +which had been pointed out to him. A slender ray of light stole out +through the key-hole, piercing the darkness without dispelling it. +Storm hesitated long at the door before making up his mind to +knock; a strange quivering agitation had come upon him, as if he +were about to do something wrong. All sorts of wild imaginings +rushed in upon him, and in his effort to rid himself of them he +made an unconscious gesture, and seized hold of the door-knob. A +hasty fluttering motion was heard from within, and presently the +door was opened. A fair and slender lady with a sweet pale face +stood before him; in one hand she held a needle, and in the other a +bright-colored garment which resembled a baby's jacket. He felt +rather than saw that he was in Emily's presence. His head and his +heart seemed equally turbulent. A hundred memories from the buried +past rose dimly into sight, and he could not chase them away. It +was so difficult, too, to identify this grave and worn, though +still young face, with that soft, dimpled, kitten-like Emily, who +had conquered his youth<a name='Page_236'></a> and made his life +hers. Ah! poor little dimpled Emily; yes, he feared she would never +return to him. And he sighed at the thought that she had probably +lost now all that charming naughtiness which he had once spent so +much time in disapproving of. He was suddenly roused from these +reflections by a vague, half-whispered cry; Emily had fled to the +other end of the room, thrown herself on the bed, and pressed her +face hard down among the pillows. It was an act which immediately +recalled the Emily of former days, a childish, and still natural +motion like that of some shy and foolish animal which believes +itself safe when its head is hidden. Storm closed the door, walked +up to the bed, and seated himself on a hard, wooden chair.</p> + +<p>"Emily," he said at last.</p> + +<p>She raised herself abruptly on her arms, and gazed at him over +her shoulder with large, tearless, frightened eyes.</p> + +<p>"Edmund," she whispered doubtfully. "Edmund."</p> + +<p>"Yes, Emily," he answered in a soothing voice, as one speaks to +a frightened child. "I have come to see you and to speak with +you."</p> + +<p>"You have come to see me, Edmund," she repeated mechanically. +Then, as if the situation were gradually dawning upon her, "You +have come to see <i>me</i>."</p> + +<p><a name='Page_237'></a>His <i>rôle</i> had appeared so +easy as he had hastily sketched it on the way,—gratitude on +her part, forgiveness on his, and then a speedy reconciliation. But +it was the exquisite delicacy of Storm's nature which made him +shrink from appearing in any way to condescend, to patronize, to +forgive, where perhaps he needed rather to be forgiven. A strange +awkwardness had come over him. He felt himself suddenly to be +beyond his depth. How unpardonably blunt and masculinely obtuse he +had been in dealing with this beautiful and tender thing, which God +had once, for a short time, intrusted to his keeping! How cruel and +wooden that moral code of his by which he had relentlessly judged +her, and often found her wanting! What an effort it must have cost +her finer-grained organism to assimilate his crude youthful maxims, +what suffering to her tiny feet to be plodding wearily in his +footsteps over the thorny moral wastes which he had laid behind +him! All this came to him, as by revelation, as he sat gazing into +Emily's face, which looked very pathetic just then, with its vague +bewilderment and its child-like surrender of any attempt to explain +what there was puzzling in the situation. Storm was deeply touched. +He would fain have spoken to her out of the fulness of his heart; +but here again that awkward morality of his restrained him. There +were, unfortunately, some disagreeable questions to be asked +first.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_238'></a>Storm stared for a while with a pondering +look at the floor; then he carefully knocked a speck of dust from +the sleeve of his coat.</p> + +<p>"Emily," he said at last, solemnly. "Is your husband still +alive?"</p> + +<p>It was the bluntest way he could possibly have put it, and he +bit his lip angrily at the thought of his awkwardness.</p> + +<p>"My husband," answered Emily, suddenly recovering her usual +flute-like voice (and it vibrated through him like an electric +shock)—"is he alive? No, he is dead—was killed in the +Danish war."</p> + +<p>"And were you very happy with him, Emily? Was he very good to +you?"</p> + +<p>It was a brutish question to ask, and his ears burned +uncomfortably; but there was no help for it.</p> + +<p>"I was not happy," answered she simply, and with an unthinking +directness, as if the answer were nothing but his due; "because I +was not good to him. I did not love him, and I never would have +married him if mother had not died. But then, there was no one left +who cared for me."</p> + +<p>A blessed sense of rest stole over him; he lifted his grave eyes +to hers, took her listless hand and held it close in his. She did +not withdraw it, nor did she return his pressure.</p> + +<p>"Emily, my darling," he said, while his voice shook with +repressed feeling (the old affectionate names rose as of themselves +to his lips, and it<a name='Page_239'></a> seemed an inconceivable +joy to speak them once more); "you must have suffered much."</p> + +<p>"I think I have deserved it, Edmund," she answered with a little +pout and a little quiver of her upper lip. "After all, the worst +was that I had to lose my baby. But you are very good to her, +Edmund, are you not?"</p> + +<p>Her eyes now filled with tears, and they began to fall slowly, +one by one, down over her cheeks.</p> + +<p>"Yes, darling," he broke forth,—the impulse of tenderness +now overmastering all other thoughts. "And I will be good to you +also, Emily, if you will only let me."</p> + +<p>He had risen and drawn her lithe, unresisting form to his bosom. +She wept silently, a little convulsive sob now and then breaking +the stillness.</p> + +<p>"You will not leave me again, Edmund, will you?" she queried, +with a sweet, distressed look, as if the very thought of being once +more alone made her shudder.</p> + +<p>"No, Emily dear, I will never leave you."</p> + +<p>"Can you believe me, Edmund?" she began suddenly, after a long +pause. "I have always been true to you."</p> + +<p>He clasped her face between his palms, drew it back to gaze at +it, and then kissed her tenderly.</p> + +<p>"God bless you, darling!" he whispered, folding her closely in +his arms, as if he feared that some one might take her away from +him.</p> + +<p><a name='Page_240'></a>How he would love and keep and protect +her—this poor bruised little creature, whom he had once so +selfishly abandoned at the very first suspicion of disloyalty! As +she stood there, nestling so confidingly against his bosom, his +heart went out to her with a great yearning pity, and he thanked +God even for the long suffering and separation which had made their +love the more abiding and sacred.</p> + +<p>The next day Storm and Emily were quietly married, and the baby +and I were present as witnesses. They now live in a charming little +cottage on the Jersey side, which is to me a wonder of taste and +comfort. Out of my friend's miscellaneous assortment of ancient +furniture his wife has succeeded in creating a series of the +quaintest, most fascinating boudoirs and parlors and +bedrooms—everything, as Storm assures me, historically +correct and in perfect style and keeping; so that, in walking +through the house, you get a whiff of at least three distinct +centuries. To quote Storm once more, he sleeps in the sober +religious atmosphere of the German Reformation, with its rational +wood-tints and solid oaken carvings, dines amid the pagan splendors +of the Italian Renaissance, and receives company among the florid +conventionalities of the French rococo period.</p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 13929 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + |