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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Fiddles, by F. Hopkinson Smith
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+Title: Fiddles
+ 1909
+
+Author: F. Hopkinson Smith
+
+Release Date: December 3, 2007 [EBook #23698]
+Last Updated: December 20, 2016
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIDDLES ***
+
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+
+Produced by David Widger
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+</pre>
+ <div style="height: 8em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
+ <h1>
+ FIDDLES
+ </h1>
+ <h2>
+ By F. Hopkinson Smith <br /><br /> 1909
+ </h2>
+ <p>
+ <br /><br /><br />
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This is Marny&rsquo;s story, not mine. He had a hammer in his hand at the time
+ and a tack between his teeth.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Going to hang Fiddles right under the old fellow&rsquo;s head,&rdquo; he burst out.
+ &ldquo;That&rsquo;s where he belongs. I&rsquo;d have given a ten-acre if he could have drawn
+ a bead on that elk himself. Fiddles behind a .44 Winchester and that old
+ buck browsing to windward&rdquo;&mdash;and he nodded at the elk&rsquo;s head&mdash;&ldquo;would
+ have made the village Mayor sit up and think. What a picturesque liar you
+ are, Fiddles&rdquo;&mdash;here the point of the tack was pressed into the
+ plaster with Marny&rsquo;s fat thumb&mdash;&ldquo;and what a good-for-nothing, breezy,
+ lovable vagabond&rdquo;&mdash;(Bang! Bang! Hammer at play now)&mdash;&ldquo;you could
+ be when you tried. There!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Marny stepped back and took in the stuffed head and wide-branched antlers
+ of the magnificent elk (five feet six from skull to tips) and the small,
+ partly faded miniature of a young man in a student cap and high-collared
+ coat.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I waited and let him run on. It is never wise to interrupt Marny. He will
+ lose the thread of his talk if you do, and though he starts off
+ immediately on another lead, and one, perhaps equally graphic, he has left
+ you suspended in mid-air so far as the tale you were getting interested in
+ is concerned. Who Fiddles was and why his Honor the Mayor should sit up
+ and think; why, too, the miniature of the young man&mdash;and he <i>was</i>
+ young and remarkably good-looking, as I well knew, having seen the picture
+ many times before on his mantel&mdash;should now be suspended below the
+ elk&rsquo;s head, would come out in time if I loosened my ear-flaps and buttoned
+ up my tongue, but not if I reversed the operation.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Ah, you young fraud,&rdquo; he went on&mdash;the position of both head and
+ miniature pleased him now&mdash;&ldquo;do you remember the time I hauled you out
+ from under the table when the hucksters were making a door-mat of your
+ back; and the time I washed you off at the pump, and what you said to the
+ gendarme, and&mdash;No, you never remembered anything. You&rsquo;d rather sprawl
+ out on the grass, or make eyes at Gretchen or the landlady&mdash;fifty, if
+ she was a day&mdash;maybe fifty-five, and yet she fell in love&rdquo; (this last
+ was addressed directly to me; it had been reminiscent before that, fired
+ at the ceiling, at the hangings in his sumptuous studio, or the fire
+ crackling oil the hearth), &ldquo;fell in love with that tramp&mdash;a boy of
+ twenty-two, mind you&mdash;Ah! but what a rounder he was! Such a trim,
+ well-knit figure; so light and nimble on his feet; such a pair of eyes in
+ his head, leaking tears one minute and flashing hate the next. And his
+ mouth! I tried, but I couldn&rsquo;t paint it&mdash;nobody could&mdash;so I did
+ his profile; one of those curving, seductive mouths you sometimes see on a
+ man, that quivers when he smiles, the teeth gleaming between the moist
+ lips.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ I had lassoed a chair with my foot by this time, had dragged it nearer the
+ fire, and had settled myself in another.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Funny name, though for a German,&rdquo; I remarked carelessly&mdash;quite as if
+ the fellow&rsquo;s patronymic had already formed part of the discussion.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Had to call him something for short,&rdquo; Marny retorted. &ldquo;Feudels-Shimmer
+ was what they called him in Rosengarten&mdash;Wilhelm Feudels-Shimmer. I
+ tried all of it at first, then I bit off the Shimmer, and then the
+ Wilhelm, and ran him along on Feudels for a while, then it got down to
+ Fuddles, and at last to Fiddles, and there it stuck. Just fitted him, too.
+ All he wanted was a bow, and I furnished that&mdash;enough of the devil&rsquo;s
+ resin to set him going&mdash;and out would roll jigs, lullabys,
+ fandangoes, serenades&mdash;anything you wanted: anything to which his
+ mood tempted him.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Marny had settled into his chair now, and had stretched his fat legs
+ toward the blaze, his middle distance completely filling the space between
+ the arms. He had pushed himself over many a ledge with this same pair of
+ legs and on this same rotundity, his hand on his Winchester, before his
+ first ball crashed through the shoulder of the big elk whose glass eyes
+ were now looking down upon Fiddles and ourselves&mdash;and he would do it
+ again on another big-horn when the season opened. You wouldn&rsquo;t have
+ thought so had you dropped in upon us and scanned his waist measure, but
+ then, of course, you don&rsquo;t know Marny.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Again Marny&rsquo;s eyes rested for a moment on the miniature; then he went on:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We were about broke when I painted it,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;There was a fair of
+ some sort in the village, and I got an old frame for half a mark in a
+ pawnshop, borrowed a coat from Fritz, the stableman, squeezed Fiddles into
+ it, stuck a student&rsquo;s cap on his head, made it look a hundred years old&mdash;the
+ frame was all of that&mdash;and tried to sell it as a portrait of a
+ &lsquo;Gentleman of the Last Century,&rsquo; but it wouldn&rsquo;t work. Fiddles&rsquo;s laugh
+ gave it away. &lsquo;Looks like you,&rsquo; the old man said. &lsquo;Yes, it&rsquo;s my brother,&rsquo;
+ he blurted out, slapping the dealer on the back.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Where did you pick Fiddles up?&rdquo; I asked.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Nowhere,&rdquo; answered Marny; &ldquo;he picked me up. That is, the gendarme did who
+ had him by the coat collar.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;This fellow insists you know him,&rsquo; said the officer of the law. &lsquo;He says
+ that he is honest and that this rabbit&rsquo;&mdash;here he pointed to a pair of
+ long ears sticking out of a game bag&mdash;&lsquo;is one he shot with the Mayor
+ this morning. Is this true?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Now if there is one thing, old man,&rdquo; continued Marny, &ldquo;that gets me hot
+ around the collar, it is to see a brother sportsman arrested for killing
+ anything that can fly, run, or swim. So I rose from my sketching stool and
+ looked him over: his eyes&mdash;not a bit of harm in &lsquo;em; his loose
+ necktie thrown over one shoulder; trim waist, and so on down to the
+ leather leggings buttoned to his knees. If he was a poacher and subject to
+ the law, he certainly was the most picturesque specimen I had met in many
+ a day. I had, of course, never laid eyes on him before, having been but a
+ few days in the village, but that made the situation all the more
+ interesting. To rescue a friend would be commonplace, to rescue a stranger
+ smacked of adventure.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I uncovered my head and bowed to the ground. &lsquo;His Honor shoots almost
+ every day, your Excellency,&rsquo; I said to the gendarme. &lsquo;I have seen him
+ frequently with his friends&mdash;this young man is no doubt one of them&mdash;Let&mdash;me&mdash;think&mdash;was
+ it this morning, or yesterday, I met the Mayor? It is at best a very small
+ rabbit&rsquo;&mdash;here I fingered the head and ears&mdash;&lsquo;and would probably
+ have died of hunger anyway. However, if any claim should be made by the
+ farmer I will pay the damages&rsquo;&mdash;this with a lordly air, and I with
+ only a week&rsquo;s board in my pocket.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The gendarme released his hold and stood looking at the young fellow. The
+ day was hot and the village lock-up two miles away. That the rabbit was
+ small and the Mayor an inveterate sportsman were also undeniable facts.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Next time,&rsquo; he said sententiously, with a scowl, &lsquo;do you let his Honor
+ carry the game home in his own bag,&rsquo; and he walked away.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, you just ought to have seen Fiddles skip around when a turn in the
+ road shut out the cocked hat and cross-belts, and heard him pour out his
+ thanks. &lsquo;His name was Wilhelm, he cried out; it had only been by chance
+ that he had got separated from his friends. Where did I live? Would I let
+ him give me the rabbit for a stew for my dinner? Was I the painter who had
+ come to the inn? If so he had heard of me. Could he and his friends call
+ upon me that night? He would never forget my kindness. What was the use of
+ being a gentleman if you couldn&rsquo;t help another gentleman out of a scrape?
+ As for Herr Rabbit&mdash;the poor little Herr Rabbit-here he stroked his
+ fur&mdash;what more honorable end than gracing the table of the Honorable
+ Painter? Ah, these dogs of the law&mdash;when would they learn not to
+ meddle with things that did not concern them?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And did Fiddles come to your inn, Marny?&rdquo; I asked, merely as a prod to
+ keep him going.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Yes, a week later, and with the same gendarme. The cobbler in the
+ village, who sat all day long pegging at his shoes, and who, it seemed,
+ was watch-goose for the whole village and knew the movements of every
+ inhabitant, man, woman, and child, and who for some reason hated Fiddles,
+ on being interviewed by the gendarme, had stated positively that the Mayor
+ had <i>not</i> passed his corner with his gun and four dogs on the day of
+ Fiddles&rsquo;s arrest. This being the case, the gendarme had rearrested the
+ culprit, and would have taken him at once to the lock-up had not Fiddles
+ threatened the officer with false arrest. Would the Herr Painter accompany
+ the officer and himself to the house of the Mayor and settle the matter as
+ to whether his Honor was or was not out hunting on that particular
+ morning?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;All this time Fiddles was looking about the dining-room of the inn,
+ taking in the supper-table, the rows of mugs, especially the landlady, who
+ was frightened half out of her wits by Cocked Hat&rsquo;s presence, and more
+ especially still little Gretchen&mdash;such a plump, rosy-cheeked,
+ blue-eyed little Dutch girl&mdash;with two Marguerite pig-tails down her
+ back. (Gretchen served the beer, and was the life of the place. &lsquo;Poor
+ young man!&rsquo; she said to the landlady, who had by this time come to the
+ same conclusion&mdash;&lsquo;and he is so good-looking and with such lovely
+ eyes.&rsquo;)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;When we got to the Mayor&rsquo;s the old fellow was asleep in a big armchair,
+ his pipe out, his legs far apart&mdash;a keg-shaped kind of a man, with a
+ head flattened on his shoulders like a stove-lid, who said &lsquo;Ach Gott&rsquo;
+ every five minutes, and spluttered when he talked.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I went in first, leaving the two on the porch until I should send for
+ them. I didn&rsquo;t know how things were going to turn out and had become a
+ little anxious. I had run up from Munich for a few weeks&rsquo; outdoor work and
+ wanted to stay out, not behind iron bars for abetting crime.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Your Supreme Highness,&rsquo; I began, &lsquo;I have heard of your great prowess as
+ a sportsman, and so I wanted to pay my respects. I, too, am a shootist&mdash;an
+ American shootist.&rsquo; Here I launched out on our big game (I had been six
+ months in the Rockies before I came abroad, and knew what I was talking
+ about). He was wide awake by this time and was listening. Dropping into
+ the chair which he had drawn up for me, I told him of our elk&mdash;&lsquo;As
+ big as horses, your Honor&rsquo;; of our mountain lions&mdash;savage beasts that
+ could climb trees and fall upon the defenseless; of our catamounts, deer,
+ wolves, bears, foxes&mdash;all these we killed without molestation from
+ anybody; I told him how all American sportsmen were like the Nimrods of
+ old. How galling, then, for a true shootist to be misunderstood, decried,
+ denounced, and arrested for so insignificant a beastie as a rabbit! This
+ indignity my very dear friend, Herr Wilhelm Fuedels-Shimmer, had suffered&mdash;a
+ most estimable young man&mdash;careless, perhaps, in his interpretation of
+ the law, but who would not be&mdash;that is, what sportsman would not be?
+ I had in Wilhelm&rsquo;s defense not only backed up his story, but I had gone so
+ far as to hazard the opinion to the officer of that law, that it was not
+ on some uncertain Tuesday or Friday or Saturday, but on that very
+ Wednesday, that his Supreme Highness had been wont to follow with his four
+ accomplished dogs the tracks of the nimble cotton-tail. Would his
+ Highness, therefore, be good enough to concentrate his giant brain on his
+ past life and fish from out his memory the exact day on which he last
+ hunted? While that was going on I would excuse myself long enough to bring
+ in the alleged criminal.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Fiddles stepped in with the easy grace of a courtier accustomed to
+ meeting a Mayor every day of his life, and, after a confirmatory wink from
+ me, boldly asserted that he had followed behind his Honor&mdash;had really
+ assisted in driving the game his way. His Honor might not remember his
+ face, but he surely must remember that his Honorable Honor had
+ extraordinarily good luck that day. The rabbit in controversy&mdash;a very
+ small, quite a baby rabbit&mdash;was really one his Honorable and Most
+ Supreme Highness had himself wounded, and which he, Fiddles, had finished.
+ He was bringing it to his Honor when the estimable gendarme had stopped
+ him.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;And what day was that?&rsquo; interrupted the Mayor.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;On last Wednesday.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;The cobbler said it was Tuesday,&rsquo; insisted Cocked Hat. &lsquo;On this point
+ hangs the case. Now on which day did your Honor take the field with your
+ dogs?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;There was a dead silence, during which the Mayor&rsquo;s eyes rested on the
+ culprit. Fiddles returned the look, head up, a smile on his lips that
+ would have fooled the devil himself. Then his Honor turned to me and said:
+ &lsquo;My memory is not always very good, but this time the cobbler&rsquo;s&mdash;who
+ is a meddlesome person&mdash;is even more defective. Yes, I think it quite
+ possible I was hunting on last Wednesday. I can sympathize with the young
+ man as to the size of the rabbit. They are running very small this year.
+ My decision, therefore, is that you can let the young man go.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Oh, but that was a great night at the inn. Gretchen was so happy that she
+ spilled the beer down the apothecary&rsquo;s back and the landlady could talk of
+ nothing but Fiddles&rsquo;s release. But the real fun began an hour later, when
+ shouts for the Herr Mahler, interwoven with the music of a concertina,
+ made me step to the door. Outside, in the road, stood four young men&mdash;all
+ pals of Fiddles, all bareheaded, and all carrying lanterns. They had come
+ to crown the American with a gold chaplet cut from gilt paper, after which
+ I was to be conducted to the public house where bumpers of beer were to be
+ drunk until the last pfennig was spent.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On hearing this, Gretchen, the landlady, the apothecary, the hostler, and
+ the stable-boy&mdash;not the cobbler, you may be sure&mdash;burst forth
+ with cries of: &lsquo;Hip! Hip!&mdash;Hock! Donder und Blitzen!&rsquo; or whatever
+ they do yell when they are mad with joy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Then the landlady broke out in a fresh place: &lsquo;No public-house for you!
+ This is my treat! All of you come inside. Gretchen, get the mugs full&mdash;all
+ the mugs&mdash;Sit down! Sit down! The Herr Painter at the top of the
+ table, the Herr Feudels-Shimmer on the right; all the other Herrs anywhere
+ in between. Hock the Mahler! Hock the Hunter! Hock everybody but the
+ cobbler!&rsquo; Here a groan went round. &lsquo;Hock! Hip and Blather skitzen for the
+ good and honorable Mayor, who always loves the people!&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;And Hock! too, for the honorable and good gendarme!&rsquo; laughed Fiddles,
+ dropping into his chair. &lsquo;But for him I would be in the lock-up instead of
+ basking in the smiles of two such lovely women as the fascinating landlady
+ and the bewitching Gretchen.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;After that Fiddles and I became inseparable. That I hadn&rsquo;t a mark over my
+ expenses to give him in return for his services&mdash;and there was
+ nothing he would not do for me&mdash;made no difference. He wouldn&rsquo;t take
+ any wages; all he wanted was to carry my traps, to sit by me while I
+ worked; wake me up in the morning, be the last to wish me good night. Soon
+ it became a settled fact that, while the landlady fed two mouths&mdash;mine
+ and Fiddles&rsquo;s&mdash;and provided two beds&mdash;Fiddles in the garret&mdash;my
+ single board bill covered all the items. &lsquo;That is the Herr Painter and his
+ servant,&rsquo; she would say to inquiring strangers who watched us depart for a
+ day&rsquo;s work, Fiddles carrying my easel and traps.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;This went on for weeks&mdash;might have gone on all summer but for the
+ events which followed a day&rsquo;s outing. We had spent the morning sketching,
+ and on our way home had stood opposite a wide-open gate&mdash;a great
+ baronial affair with a coat of arms in twisted iron, the whole flanked by
+ two royal lamps.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Step inside, Master,&rsquo; said Fiddles. &lsquo;It is hot, and there is a seat
+ under that tree; there we will get cool.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;It&rsquo;s against the rules, Fiddles, and I don&rsquo;t know these people.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Then I&rsquo;ll introduce you.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;He was half-way across the grass by this time and within reach of a
+ wooden bench, when an old lady stepped out from behind a tree&mdash;a real
+ old aristocrat in black silk and white ruffles. She had a book in her
+ hand, and had evidently been reading.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You should have seen the bow Fiddles gave her, and the courtesy she
+ returned.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Madame the Baroness,&rsquo; said the rascal, with an irradiating smile as I
+ approached them, &lsquo;has been good enough to ask us to accompany her to the
+ house. Permit me, Madame, to present my friend, a distinguished American
+ painter who is visiting our country, and who was so entranced at the
+ beauty of your grounds and the regal splendor of your gate and château
+ that rather than disappoint him&mdash;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;You are both doubly welcome, gentlemen,&rsquo; &lsquo;This way, please,&rsquo; replied the
+ old lady with a dip of her aristocratic head; and before I knew it we were
+ seated in an oak-panelled dining-room with two servants in livery tumbling
+ over each other in their efforts to find the particular wine best suited
+ to our palates.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Fiddles sipped his Rudesheimer with the air of a connoisseur, blinking at
+ the ceiling now and then after the manner of expert wine tasters, and
+ complimenting the old lady meanwhile on the quality of the vintage. I
+ confined myself to a glass of sherry and a biscuit, while Fiddles, rising
+ from his seat, later on, stood enraptured before this portrait and that,
+ commenting on their coloring, ending by drawing an ancient book from the
+ library and going into ecstasies over the binding and type.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;On our way home to the inn from the chateau there was, so far as I could
+ see, no change in Fiddles&rsquo;s manner. Neither was his speech or gait at all
+ affected by the bottle of Rudesheimer (and he managed to get away with it
+ all). I mention this because it is vitally important to what follows. Only
+ once did he seem at all excited, and that was when he passed the cobbler&rsquo;s
+ corner. But then he was always excited when he passed the cobbler seated
+ at work&mdash;so much so sometimes that I have seen him shake his fist at
+ him. To-day he merely tightened his jaw, stopped for a moment as if
+ determined to step in and have it out with him (the cobbler, I afterward
+ found out, was to leave the village for good the next day, his trade
+ having fallen off, owing to his being so unpopular), and then, as if
+ changing his mind, followed along after me, muttering: &lsquo;Spy&mdash;informer&mdash;beast&mdash;&rsquo;
+ as I had often heard him do before.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Judge of my astonishment then, when, an hour later, Gretchen came running
+ into my room wringing her hands&mdash;I had caught him kissing her the
+ night before&mdash;and burst out with:
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;He is under the table&mdash;the huckster&rsquo;s feet on him&mdash;He is there
+ like a dog&mdash;Oh, it is dreadful! Mine Herr&mdash;won&rsquo;t you come?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Who is under the table?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Wilhelm.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Where?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;At the public-house.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;How do you know?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Fritz, the stable-boy has just seen him.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;What&rsquo;s the matter with him?&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Gretchen hung her head, and the tears streamed down her cheeks,
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;He is&mdash;he is&mdash;Oh, Meinherr&mdash;it is not the beer&mdash;nobody
+ ever gets that way with our beer&mdash;it is something he&mdash;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&rsquo; Drunk!&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Yes, dead drunk, and under the table like a hog in the mud&mdash;Oh, my
+ poor Wilhelm! Oh, who has been so wicked to you! Oh! Oh!&rsquo; and she ran from
+ the room.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I started on the run, Gretchen and the good landlady close behind. If the
+ Rudesheimer had upset Fiddles it had worked very slowly; maybe it had
+ revived an old conquered thirst, and the cheap cognac at the public-house
+ was the result. That he was not a man of humble birth, nor one without
+ home refinements, I had long since divined. Had I not suspected it before,
+ his manner in presenting me to the old Baroness, and his behavior in the
+ dining-hall, especially toward the servants, would have opened my eyes.
+ How then could such a man in an hour become so besotted a brute?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And yet every word of Gretchen&rsquo;s story was true. Not only was Fiddles
+ drunk, soggy, helplessly drunk, but from all accounts he was in that same
+ condition when he had staggered into the place, and, falling over a table,
+ had rolled himself against the wall. There he had lain, out of the way,
+ except when some dram-drinking driver&rsquo;s heavy cowhide boots had made a
+ doormat of his yielding body&mdash;not an unusual occurrence, by the way,
+ at the roadside taverns frequented by the lower classes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We worked over him, calling him by name, propping him up against the
+ wall, only to have him sag back; and finally, at the suggestion of one of
+ the truckmen&mdash;he was in a half-comatose state really from the liquor
+ he had absorbed&mdash;we carried him out into the stable yard, and I held
+ his shapely head, with its beautiful hair a-frowze, while a stream of cold
+ water from the pump struck the back of his head and neck.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The poor fellow stared around wildly as the chill reached his nerves and
+ tried to put his arm around me, then he toppled over again and lay like a
+ log. Nothing was left but to pick him up bodily and carry him home; that I
+ did with Fritz&rsquo;s, the stable-boy&rsquo;s, help, Gretchen carrying his cap, and
+ the landlady following behind with his coat, which I had stripped off when
+ his head went under the pump. The bystanders didn&rsquo;t care&mdash;one drunken
+ man more or less made no difference&mdash;but both of the women were in
+ tears, &lsquo;Poor Wilhelm! Somebody had drugged him; some wicked men had played
+ a trick, etc., etc. I thought of the Rudesheimer, and then dismissed it
+ from my mind. Something stronger than Rhine wine had wrought this change.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;We laid him flat out on a cot in a room on the second floor, and dragged
+ it near the open window so he could get the air from the garden, and left
+ him, I taking the precaution to lock the door to prevent his staggering
+ downstairs and breaking his neck.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The next morning, before I was dressed, in fact, a row downstairs brought
+ me into the hall outside my door, where I stood listening over the
+ banister. Then came the tramp of men, and three gendarmes mounted the
+ steps and halted at Fiddles&rsquo;s door.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Bang! bang! went the hilt of a short-sword on the panel. &lsquo;Open, in the
+ name of the law.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;What for?&rsquo; I demanded. Getting drunk was not a crime in Rosengarten,
+ especially when the offender had been tucked away in bed.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;For smashing the face of a citizen&mdash;a worthy cobbler&mdash;the
+ night before, at the hour of eight,&mdash;just as he was closing his
+ shutters. The cobbler lay insensible until he had been found by the
+ patrol. He had, however, recognized Fuedels-Shimmer as the&mdash;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;But, gentleman, Herr Fiddles was dead drunk at eight o&rsquo;clock; he hasn&rsquo;t
+ stirred out of the room since. Here is the key,&rsquo; and I unlocked the door
+ and we all stepped in, Gretchen and the landlady close behind. They had
+ told the officers the same story downstairs, but they would not believe
+ it.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;At the intrusion, Fiddles rose to a sitting posture and stared
+ wonderingly. He was sober enough now, but his heavy sleep still showed
+ about his eyes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The production of the key, my positive statement, backed by the women,
+ and Fiddles&rsquo;s wondering gaze, brought the gendarmes to a halt for a
+ moment, but his previous arrest was against him, and so the boy was
+ finally ordered to put on his clothes and accompany them to the lock-up.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;I got into the rest of my duds, and began waving the American flag and
+ ordering out gunboats. I insisted that the cobbler had lied before in
+ accusing Fiddles of shooting the rabbit, as was well known, and he would
+ lie again. Fiddles was my friend, my servant&mdash;a youth of
+ incorruptible character. It is true he had been intoxicated the night
+ before, and that I had in consequence put him to bed, but that was
+ entirely due to the effects of some very rare wine which he had drunk at a
+ luncheon given in his honor and mine by our very dear friend the Baroness
+ Morghenslitz, who had entertained us at her princely home. This, with the
+ heat of the day, had been, etc., etc.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The mention of the distinguished woman&rsquo;s name caused another halt.
+ Further consultation ensued, resulting in the decision that we all adjourn
+ to the office of the Mayor. If, after hearing our alibi&mdash;one beyond
+ dispute, and submitting our evidence (Exhibit A, the key, which they must
+ admit exactly fitted the lock of Fiddles&rsquo;s bedroom door), his Honor could
+ still be made to believe the perjured testimony of the cobbler&mdash;Fiddles&rsquo;s
+ enemy, as had been abundantly proved in the previous rabbit case, when the
+ same mendacious half-soler and heeler had informed on my friend&mdash;well
+ and good; but if not, then, the resources of my Government would be set in
+ motion for the young man&rsquo;s release.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;The Mayor&rsquo;s first words were: &lsquo;Ah, you have come again, is it, Meinherr
+ Marny; and it is the same young man, too, Herr Fuddles. Well, well, it is
+ much trouble that you have.&rsquo; (I&rsquo;d give it to you in German, old man, but
+ you wouldn&rsquo;t understand it&mdash;this to me in a sort of an aside.)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Fiddles never moved a muscle of his face. You would have thought that he
+ was the least interested man in the room. Only once did his features
+ relax, and that was when the cobbler arrived with his head swathed in
+ bandages. Then a grim smile flickered about the corners of his mouth, as
+ if fate had at last overtaken his enemy.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Of course, the Mayor dismissed the case. Gretchen&rsquo;s tearful, pleading
+ face, the landlady&rsquo;s positive statement of helping put the dear young
+ gentleman to bed; the key and the use I had made of it; the reluctant
+ testimony of the officers, who had tried the knob and could not get in
+ until I had turned the lock, together with the well-known animosity of the
+ cobbler (and all because Fiddles had ridiculed his workmanship on a pair
+ of shoes the boy had left with him to be half-soled), turned the tide in
+ the lad&rsquo;s favor and sent us all back to the inn rejoicing.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Some weeks later Fiddles came into my room, locked the door, pulled down
+ the shades, looked under the bed, in the closet and behind the curtains,
+ and sat down in front of me. (I had to return to Munich the next day, and
+ this would be our last night together.)
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;You have been very good to me, Master,&rsquo; he said with a choke in his
+ voice. &lsquo;I love people who are good to me; I hate those who are not. I have
+ been that way all my life&mdash;it would have been better for me if I
+ hadn&rsquo;t.&rsquo; Then he leaned forward and took my hand. &lsquo;I want you to do
+ something more for me; I want you to promise me you&rsquo;ll take me home to
+ America with you when you go. I&rsquo;m tired dodging these people. I want to
+ get somewhere where I can shoot and hunt and fish, and nobody can stop me.
+ I snared that rabbit; been snaring them all summer; going to keep on
+ snaring them after you&rsquo;re gone. I love to hunt them&mdash;love the fun of
+ it&mdash;born that way. And I&rsquo;ve got something else to tell you&rsquo;&mdash;here
+ a triumphant smile flashed over his face&mdash;&lsquo;I smashed that cobbler!&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;You, Fiddles!&rsquo; I laughed. &lsquo;Why, you were dead drunk, and I put you under
+ the pump and&mdash;&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Yes, I know you thought so&mdash;I intended you should. I heard every
+ word that you said, and what little Gretchen said&mdash;dear little
+ Gretchen, I had studied it all out, and to play drunk seemed the best way
+ to get at the brute, and it was; they&rsquo;d have proved it on me if I hadn&rsquo;t
+ fooled them that way&mdash;&rsquo; and again his eyes snapped and his face
+ flushed as the humor of the situation rose in his mind. &lsquo;You&rsquo;ll forgive
+ me, won&rsquo;t you? Don&rsquo;t tell Gretchen.&rsquo; The light in his eyes was gone now.
+ I&rsquo;d rather she&rsquo;d think me drunk than vulgar, and it was vulgar, and maybe
+ cowardly, to hit him, but I couldn&rsquo;t help that either, and I&rsquo;m not sorry I
+ did it.&rsquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;But I locked you in,&rsquo; I persisted. Was this some invention of his
+ fertile imagination, or was it true?
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;&lsquo;Yes, you locked the door,&rsquo; he answered, as he broke into a subdued
+ laugh. &lsquo;I dropped from the window sill when it got dark&mdash;it wasn&rsquo;t
+ high, about fifteen feet, and the waterspout helped&mdash;ran down the
+ back way, gave him a crack as he opened the door, and was back in bed by
+ the help of the same spout before he had come to. He was leaving the next
+ day and it was my only chance. I wasn&rsquo;t out of the room five minutes&mdash;maybe
+ less. You&rsquo;ll forgive me that too, won&rsquo;t you?&rsquo;&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Marny stopped and looked into the smouldering coals. For a brief instant
+ he did not speak. Then he rose from his chair, crossed the room, took the
+ miniature from the wall where he had hung it and looked at it steadily.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;What a delightful devil you were, Fiddles. And you were so human.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Is he living yet?&rdquo; I asked.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;No, he died in Gretchen&rsquo;s arms. I kept my promise, and two months later
+ went back to the village to bring him to America with me, but a forester&rsquo;s
+ bullet had ended him. It was on the Baroness&rsquo;s grounds, too. He wouldn&rsquo;t
+ halt and the guard fired. Think of killing such an adorable savage&mdash;and
+ all because the blood of the primeval man boiled in his veins. Oh, it was
+ damnable!&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;And you know nothing more about him? Where he came from?&rdquo; The story had
+ strangely moved me. &ldquo;Were there no letters or notebooks? Nothing to show
+ who he really was?&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ &ldquo;Only an empty envelope postmarked &lsquo;Berlin.&rsquo; This had reached him the day
+ before, and was sealed with a coat of arms in violet wax.&rdquo;
+ </p>
+ <div style="height: 6em;">
+ <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+ </div>
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