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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Humour of Holland - -Editor: W. H. Dircks - -Translator: A. Werner - -Illustrator: Dudley Hardy - -Release Date: March 08, 2021 [eBook #64761] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: MFR, Richard Tonsing, and the Online Distributed Proofreading - Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from - images generously made available by The Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND *** - - - - - _HUMOUR SERIES_ - - EDITED BY W. H. DIRCKS - - - THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND - - - - - ALREADY ISSUED - - _FRENCH HUMOUR_ - _GERMAN HUMOUR_ - _ITALIAN HUMOUR_ - _AMERICAN HUMOUR_ - -[Illustration: - - FANCY’S FAIRY TALE. - - [_See page 119._ -] - - - - - THE - HUMOUR OF HOLLAND - - -[Illustration] - - TRANSLATED, WITH AN INTRODUCTION, BY A. WERNER. - ILLUSTRATIONS BY DUDLEY HARDY AND OTHERS - - - LONDON - 1893 - - WALTER SCOTT - LTD - - - - - CONTENTS. - - -[Illustration] - - PAGE - INTRODUCTION ix - - THE KING’S DREAM—_Frederick Van Eeden_ 1 - - THE DOMINIE—_C. K. Elout_ 6 - - MY HERO—_Conrad van der Liede_ 35 - - NEWSPAPER HUMOUR 52 - - A RASCALLY VALET—_Multatuli_ 55 - - DROOGSTOPPEL INTRODUCES HIMSELF—_Multatuli_ 77 - - DROOGSTOPPEL PAYS A CHARITABLE VISIT—_Multatuli_ 83 - - APHORISMS—_Multatuli_ 90 - - OF SELF-DEPRECIATION—_Multatuli_ 93 - - OF EDUCATION, WITH PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATIONS—_Multatuli_ 94 - - GOING INTO BUSINESS—_Multatuli_ 112 - - TWO PARABLES—_Multatuli_ 113 - - THERSITES AND PLATO—_Multatuli_ 115 - - EGOTISM—_Multatuli_ 115 - - THE STORY OF CHRESOS—_Multatuli_ 116 - - THE FAIRY TALE THAT FANCY TOLD WOUTER—_Multatuli_ 119 - - HALF-AN-HOUR AT THE HAIR-DRESSER’S—_Anon._ 125 - - IN THE LITTLE REPUBLIC—_L. H. J. Lamberts-Hurrelbrinck_ 139 - - NEWSPAPER HUMOUR 173 - - FICTION AT SEA—_A. Werumeus Buning_ 174 - - NEWSPAPER HUMOUR 178 - - FARMER GERRIT’S VISIT TO AMSTERDAM—_J. J. Cremer_ 184 - - NO SWORD—“_Humoristisch Album_” 197 - - A STUDENT’S LODGINGS SIXTY YEARS SINCE—_J. Van Lennep_ 200 - - A COLONIAL PRIZE-GIVING—_Annie Foore_ 205 - - HOW MATHIS KNOUPS TURNED “LIBERAL” AND THEN “CATHOLIC” - AGAIN—_Emile Seipgens_ 212 - - NEWSPAPER HUMOUR 232 - - THE CANDIDATE—_T. H. Hooijer_ 252 - - EPIGRAMS 257 - - THE VILLAGE ON THE FRONTIER—_Van Lennep_ 261 - - PROVERBS 290 - - A DUTCH PODSNAP—_Gerard Keller_ 293 - - ROUGH DRAFT OF A NEW SET OF REGULATIONS—_Uilenspiegel_ 346 - - THE STORY OF A BOUQUET—_Uilenspiegel_ 347 - - UNBIDDEN GUESTS—_Annie Foore_ 351 - - BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX OF WRITERS 393 - - - - - INTRODUCTION. - - -There appears to be an idea abroad to the effect that the “Humour of -Holland” could be most satisfactorily dealt with in a chapter resembling -the famous one “Of Snakes in Ireland.” As the average English reader, in -the most favourable instances, knows little more of Dutch literature -than a name or two (Rembrandt has introduced us to “the poet Vondel,” -and if Southey were not so little read in these days Bilderdijk and Cats -would not be so unfamiliar), the subject offers a free field to the -constructive imagination. Yet even so, one would think it must be -obvious that the nation which has produced a Teniers, a Jan Steen, -and—in some of his moods—a Rembrandt, could not be entirely destitute of -humour. The estimate of its quality may be a question of taste; -but—though many people practically do adopt this form of logic—we cannot -make the fact of our not finding it to our liking a ground for denying -its existence. - -Of course, before determining what the humour of a nation is like, we -need to know what is that nation’s intellectual bent as a whole, and -what forces have been at work to determine its character. On this point -we may quote a paragraph or two from a Dutch writer, J. H. Hooijer, whom -we shall meet again in the course of these pages. He is describing a -village in North Holland, in the heart of the fat meadow-lands, famous -for the production of Dutch cheeses. - -“The same village which you find so depressing this November day,—so -damp, so clammy, so dripping with water,—makes a very different -impression when Spring, with full hands, has showered her blossom-snow -over the orchards, or in the autumn, when the trees are hanging full of -golden pears or rosy apples. Greener meadow-land is nowhere on earth, -unless it be in the Emerald Isle itself. The rich green pastures have -velvety lights in the sunshine, and the splendid cattle—their dappled -skins smooth and shining as silk—show out to advantage against it—colour -on colour. At such times there is a glow of colour in the whole -landscape, which, strange as it may sound, reminds one of the South,—a -glow one might almost think was stolen from the palettes of the Old -Masters. Every breath you draw is perfumed with new milk and flowers, -mingled with the salt smell of the sea. There is a fulness of outward -life—a bubbling up and overflowing of vital juices,—for which they had -an eye and a heart, those great old realists. The man who despises a -rich clover pasture, speckled here and there with white-fleeced sheep; -who cannot spare a look for the magnificent horned cattle that stand -staring at you, with dreamy, half-sad gaze, over the fence, while -Geertje’s black eyes flash at you from behind the milking-pail,—well, he -need not come to North Holland. Intellects of this sort, exclusively -devoted to the contemplation of the sublime, will find everything ugly -in these parts. To such an one our Old Masters have nothing to say; for -him, Paul Potter’s art is a mere waste of time, and many a racy bit of -Vondel trivial nonsense. Happily the cheery sun is of another mind, and -his smile falls well-pleased on the endless emerald plain. He nurses it, -feeds it, warms it,—he sweetens the blades of grass for the palate of -the pampered cow. And sometimes, just before setting, he draws along the -horizon, with purple finger, broad streaks of crimson fire, and then the -dykes flame out like ruby bands winding over the green velvet robe of -the earth, and you wish for the power of wielding the brush, so as to -throw on canvas what one might almost call these brutal effects of -colour.” - -Here we have a fertile country, with the means of existence in plenty, -but not one where it is easy to live without hard work. These rich -meadow-lands have been wrung from the sea by the painful toil of -centuries, and are only held by the tenure of constant vigilance. But -the struggle for existence is not hard enough to exhaust the vital -energies, and produce a stunted careworn race. There is abundance of -rough but wholesome food, such as results in strong limbs and clear -skins; there is leisure for dancing and play—rough horse-play though it -may be—when work is done; that there is a recognised place in life for -mere beauty and luxury, is shown in the gold head-ornaments of the -women. There are no mountains to suggest the sense of remoteness and -mystery; and the grey North Sea, with its sands and mud-flats, is rather -a fact to be accepted, a foe to be struggled with, in a grim -matter-of-course way from day to day, than the weird terror that the -ocean is to more imaginative peoples. But within the narrow and -well-ordered bounds of farm and homestead, there is a richness of colour -to fire the painter’s eye; the skies and sunsets are the glorious ones -that flame over fen and marshland, and winter brings the joy of -glittering ice and ringing skates. Life is and has been less bare and -hard than of old in Scotland; but on the whole, the history of the two -nations is somewhat similar, and they have many points of character in -common. - -Both learned thrift, endurance, and foresight in a hard school; both -early acquired the inconvenient habit of thinking for themselves and -dispensing with any mental spectacles save those of their own choosing; -and both displayed a bull-dog tenacity in holding by their hardly won -rights. But after the Reformation a marked difference becomes evident. -Scotland only emerged from the troubles of that epoch to encounter the -religious persecution of the Stuarts. The seventeenth century was -fruitful of heroism; it tried the national character as by fire, and -developed its sterner and deeper elements; it was not unfavourable even -to tenderness, of a rugged and undemonstrative character, but the -lighter side of life was left, for the time being, entirely in abeyance. -In the quieter time which succeeded the Union, reaction soon became -stagnation. The fiery earnestness,—call it fanaticism, if you -like,—which had been so tremendous a force in action and endurance, now -became a sour harsh bigotry, lying like a leaden weight on men’s lives. -It is one thing to be in such deadly earnest over an urgent crisis, that -you have no time or inclination to admire a picture or laugh at a joke; -it is another to forbid such enjoyment to other people, because it is -inconsistent with the attitude of mind proper to the crisis that is over -and past. We all have _les défauts de nos qualités_; and the mistakes of -reformers include a tendency to regard the conclusions at which they -have arrived as final, and an imperfect estimate of the relative value -of means and ends—in other words, the inability to see when a truth -(that is to say, any particular statement of a truth) has done its work. -This general state of flatness and dulness could only be ended by a -volcanic outburst,—and such a one came in with Burns. - -To return to Holland. The shaking off of the Spanish yoke was followed -by a period of peace and prosperity. Dutch ships had for some time past -been bringing home the wealth of the Indies. Dutch admirals were finding -their way into unknown seas. Colonies sprang up in the Spice Islands, -and the money gained by trade turned the swamps reclaimed from the sea -into flower-gardens, or covered them with stately buildings. Wealthy -burghers, even of the strictest Calvinist persuasion, did not appear to -find their Protestant principles an obstacle to the encouragement of -painters and poets. Roemer Visscher and his daughters, though members of -the defeated and unpopular church, kept open house at Amsterdam for all -who loved art and letters, and assembled round them the best wits of the -time. Gerbrand Bredero, painter and poet both, belonged to a respectable -burgher family, who—though grieved by the excesses of his riotous youth, -and sorely troubled by his contemplated marriage with Alida Jansdoter, -the pretty but characterless widow who kept the Toren van Monnickendam -tavern—do not appear to have mourned over his choice of a vocation, or -regarded his plays as anything to disapprove of. Joost van den Vondel, -the tragic poet (in whose genius some have found an excuse for -belittling that of our own Milton), was a deeply religious man; and -though he seems to have suffered from the aspersions of the religious, -it was not so much on account of his poems, as because he was a Baptist, -and they Reformed Calvinists. No doubt there _was_ religious bigotry in -Holland, but there were also elements of healthy life which kept it in -check. And there was a time when thought became dull and stagnant,—when -the dead-weight of the commonplace, backed by the double sanction of -social and religious orthodoxy, forced all individuality into its own -prepared mould,—when the Dominie looked with suspicion on every -independent expression of opinion, and the “Pious” kept a watchful eye -on the Dominie,—but that time was not yet. Betje Wolff, who suffered in -her youth from Cornelia Slimpslamp and Brother Benjamin,—and never -forgot it,—came in for part of it; but the worst was not till after she -and her friend Aagje had been laid to rest side by side. That was the -darkness just before the dawn; for surely there never was such a world -of dead forms and petty conventions, such a stifling atmosphere of cant -and artificiality, as that in which Multatuli spent his childhood. - -The humour of the Netherlands has, in common with that of Scotland, a -certain canniness and practical shrewdness, characteristic of men and -nations who have bought their experience at first hand and a heavy -price. But, whether for want of that touch of Celtic fire which in -Scotland has leavened the solid Teuton into a thing quite unique in the -world, or what else, there is a notable lack of that dryness and -terseness—that expressing more than the whole by means of less than the -half—which comes out in the best Scotch anecdotes and sayings. It would -be an insult to a listener of average intelligence, to explain, for -example, “It’s a puir shaw for Kirkintilloch.” We are not sure -that—supposing that the exact equivalent to this joke existed in -Dutch—the Netherlander would feel the insult deeply; we rather think he -would enjoy the story the better for a half page or so of comments in -addition to the full explanation. Of this nature are many jocular poems -by the revered Father Cats, and the “Zinne-poppen” of Roemer Visscher -and his daughter Anna. - -The Netherlander likes his fun pretty obvious, and not too concentrated. -And the main characteristic of the said fun is its breadth,—or rather -what the Germans call _Breite_, for the English word by no means conveys -exactly the same idea. “Long-windedness” alone does not express it; -Coleridge’s “nimiety or too-muchness” (which he calls a characteristic -fault in the German literary temperament) is much nearer the mark. It is -long-windedness combined with infinite multiplicity of detail,—a -gossipy, good-humoured, complacent triviality, which is the essence of -boredom. Voss’s “Luise” (which poem we doubt whether any British person -now living has read through) is a shining example of the quality. -Nothing is left to the reader’s imagination—everything, and the reason -for everything, is described and explained at full length, till the best -ideas are swamped in floods of formless verbiage. In Holland, this kind -of writing flourished most extensively in the seventeenth and eighteenth -centuries, and Father Cats, already referred to, exhibits it in an -excessive degree. He also shows an overpowering desire to be -improving,—another point common to the Scot and the Batavian,—and the -two things together made him, for two centuries, out and out the most -popular writer in Holland. - -As to “broad” farce, in the other sense of the word, Dutch literature -possesses a good deal of it, of such extreme latitude, indeed, as to be -for the most part entirely unavailable for this volume. Besides, it is -not amusing. The _Sotternieën_, or farces, of the Middle Ages, were of -an extremely rough and ready type, to say no more, though Dr Jan Ten -Brink accords them the praise of “accurate observation of Flemish low -life, and a real comic gift.” They mostly turn on matrimonial -difficulties, in which a foolish husband gets the worst of it. More or -less of the same kind, though of a somewhat higher type, were the farces -(_Kluchten_) of what we may call the Dutch Renaissance (c. 1550–1650). -They mostly turn on rough or even disgusting practical jokes; they are -written in clumsy, lumbering verse, which has the effect of encouraging -and intensifying the author’s natural diffuseness; in short, whatever -laugh-provoking power they may once have had, most of them are now quite -intolerably dull. The best known are those of Coster, Vos, Jan Starter, -Hooft, Huygens (who made one excursion in this direction—_Trijntje -Cornelis_), and, above all, Gerbrand Bredero, whose genius had not yet -reached its highest point, when his short and stormy life came to an -end. - -GERBRAND ADRIAENSZEN BREDERO was born at Amsterdam in 1585. His father -was a wealthy tradesman, at first a shoemaker, and afterwards farmer of -the taxes on wines and spirits. Adriaen Bredero was a generous patron of -art, and intended his son to become a painter; but the latter, though he -studied for a time, and appears to have shown some degree of talent, -preferred to devote himself to literature. He became a member of the -chamber, _In Liefde Bloeiende_,[1] and soon formed the acquaintance of -Spieghel, the didactic poet, and the genial Roemer Visscher, the -scholarly author of the “Zinne-poppen” and “Brabbeling.” An unhappy love -for Roemer’s younger daughter, Tesselschade, probably wrecked his life, -the greater part of which was spent in noisy dissipation, alternating -with intervals of deep depression. His work was both lyric and dramatic; -his principal plays are the tragicomedies of “Roderick and Alphonsus” -(1611), “Griane” (1612), and “The Dumb Knight” (1618), to which may be -added the unfinished play “Het daghet uyt den Oosten,” the farces of the -“Cow” (1612), the “Miller” and “Symen sonder Soeticheyt” (1613), and the -regular comedies of “The Moor” (1615), and “The Spanish Brabanter” -(1618). The last-named, his masterpiece, was intended to satirise (under -the name of Jerolimo) the Chevalier Theodor Rodenburgh, his rival in -literature and in a second unhappy love affair. From this bitter -disappointment Bredero never recovered. He died at the age of -thirty-three, after a lingering illness, tended with devoted care by his -mother, and comforted by the friendship of the gentle and earnesthearted -Vondel, whose religion was of a type to find easier access to the stormy -soul than the gloomy Calvinism of Bredero’s relations. For further -particulars of the poet’s life the reader is referred to the works of Dr -Jan Ten Brink, among others an interesting historical novel (founded on -contemporary documents) entitled “De Bredero’s,” which has appeared in -“Elsevier’s Geïllustreerd Maandschrift” for 1891 and 1892. Bredero’s -farces are rough, and even coarse—a defect from which his more elevated -work, such as the “Spanish Brabanter,” is not free; but this is a fault -common to the comic literature of all countries at that epoch. He was no -scholar, and though acquainted with French, did not know Latin, a -circumstance for which his writing is probably none the worse. His -comedy, “Het Moortje” (“The Little Moor”), is an adaptation of a French -version of Terence’s “Eunuchus,” and far inferior to the “Spanish -Brabanter,” which, though not absolutely original (the plot is to a -great extent taken from the Spanish novel “Lazarillo de Tormes”), is as -much so as most of Shakespeare’s, and full of life and vigour. It is -perhaps somewhat verbose, and the irregular kind of ballad-metre in -which it is written lends itself to indefinite _longueurs_; but the -character-painting is excellent. Indeed, Bredero’s chief merit is the -strong human sympathy shown in his broad, vivid pictures of popular -life. He gives us the life of the street in Amsterdam as he knew it—the -beggars, the scolding wives, the money-lender, the poor gentleman with -his frayed velvet doublet and rapier showing through its worn sheath, -the gossiping sexton, the boys playing at marbles. It is evident that -Bredero was on the right track, and, had he lived, might have produced -even better work than this play,—perhaps founded a new dramatic school, -which might have repeated in Holland the triumphs of our Elizabethan -writers. Dr Ten Brink compares him in his riotous enjoyment of life and -noisy excesses to Greene, Marlowe, and Massinger. It is difficult to -extract any single scene from the “Spaansche Brabander,” far and away -his best work; and, as, in fact, almost any attempt at translation could -reproduce only the faults of the original, it seemed better to avoid -courting inevitable failure. - -English influence made itself felt in Holland during the seventeenth -century in more ways than one. Huygens, who repeatedly visited England, -and knew Donne, shows traces of the “Caroline” manner in his poems and -epigrams. Intercourse between the two countries was frequent, and the -connection, of course, became closer still with their temporary union -under one sovereign. During the eighteenth century, Dutch literature -appeared to be on the wane. Foreign works—English and French—were -admired and read, and educated persons took a certain pride in -neglecting their native language as a barbarous and uncultivated tongue. -It was in a passionate impulse of patriotism that Mevrouw Betje Wolff -and Mejuffrouw Aagje Deken determined to enter into competition with the -universally popular Richardson, and prove to the reading public of -Holland that a Dutch novel, showing Dutch characters amid the everyday -surroundings of Amsterdam, Utrecht, or the Hague, might be quite as -interesting as any foreign importation. The result was the publication, -in 1782, of the “History of Mejuffrouw Sara Burgerhart,” which ran into -a third edition in 1786. - -ELIZABETH WOLFF and AGATHA DEKEN were two friends, affectionately spoken -of by their compatriots as Betje and Aagje, who lived and wrote -together, and collaborated so harmoniously that it is impossible to -distinguish their respective shares in the works jointly issued by them. -Elizabeth Bekker, born at Flushing, July 24, 1738, is described as “a -little delicate woman, with penetrating dark eyes, twinkling with -humorous mischief.” Her lively spirit maintained a hard struggle against -the harsh old-fashioned Calvinism of her Zeeland home, as represented by -her elder brother Laurens. It was probably to escape from this that, at -twenty, she married a “dominie” of fifty-two—the Predikant Adriaen -Wolff. In the quiet of the country parsonage she lived, happily enough, -from 1759 to 1777, devoted to her elderly husband, and with abundant -leisure for literature. During this period she wrote chiefly in verse, -and published several collections of poems; but, when left a widow in -1777, she invited her friend Agatha Deken to live with her. Agatha, -three years younger than her friend, was an orphan, brought up in the -Amsterdam “Weeshuis,” who had been living as companion with an invalid -lady named Maria Bosch, also given to poetry. The two friends first -essayed themselves in prose, by publishing “Letters on Various -Subjects,” in 1780, after which they gradually developed the idea of a -novel in letters, after the manner of Richardson. “The History of -Mejuffrouw Sara Burgerhart,” in spite of its somewhat repellent -epistolary form, remains capital reading to the present day. The book is -not so very long-winded, considering the epoch at which it was written; -the characters are clearly conceived and sympathetically drawn; and -there is a delicate humour which might almost be compared with Jane -Austen’s, but has a distinct flavour of its own. The portraiture of -Sara’s aunt, Mejuffrouw Hofland, and the designing parasites who make -her their prey—Cornelia Slimpslamp, and Brother Benjamin, the butcher’s -man turned preacher—reminds us of Betje Bekker’s bitterness against the -fanatical precisians (called by themselves “vromen,” or pious, and by -others “fijnen,” or subtle) who had darkened her youth. “Sara -Burgerhart,” published in 1782, was followed by a longer work, “Historie -van den Heer Willem Leevend,” which in some respects surpasses it. In -1788 the friends left Holland, in consequence of political changes, and -settled at Trevoux in Burgundy, where they remained till 1795, writing -“Letters of Abraham Blankaart,” and their third novel, “Cornelia -Wildschut.” Betje was robbed of her small property by a rascally man of -business; and, at the time of the Terror, narrowly escaped the -guillotine, being looked on as an aristocrat by the republicans of -Trevoux. They returned to Holland in 1795, settled at the Hague, and set -themselves to translating for a bare living. Their last years were spent -amid great financial difficulties and privations, borne with their usual -cheerfulness, and one cherished wish was granted them at last,—Betje -died November 5, 1804, and Aagje only survived her nine days. - -It is a pity that these books are not of a kind to show to advantage in -extracts. To be appreciated, they must be taken in bulk, as the -character-drawing, which is their chief attraction, only comes out -indirectly, and point by point, in the course of the letters. Which of -the two collaborators should be credited with the quiet humour—of the -type recognised as peculiarly feminine—which flashes through them, is a -disputed point, but it is usually attributed to Betje Wolff. Internal -evidence, and especially the history of her early life, seem to point to -her as having originated the character of Sara herself, the bright, -lovable, merry-hearted girl, so willing to submit to loving guidance, -but impatient of the gloomy restraint of Aunt Susanna’s house, which -called out all that was worst in her nature. Agatha Deken, we are told, -was a large, fair person, of calm aspect and portly presence—somewhat -prosaic and matter-of-fact—yet the description does not exclude the -possibility of a certain “pawkiness,”—and probably there is no hard and -fast distinction to be drawn between the two, as regards the humorous -element. And, however that may be, “Sara Burgerhart” is a charming book, -and deserves to be much more widely known than it is. Lovers of -“Evelina” would delight in its old-time quaintness, and even those -without an especial _parti-pris_ for the eighteenth century could not -fail to appreciate the delicately finished pictures of Dutch life. Some -points in this latter suggest the question whether many things which we -have been accustomed to consider as purely American manners did not -originate in the Dutch ancestry of the New-Yorkers. The comings and -goings of the young ladies at the Amsterdam boarding-house, under the -friendly (but to contemporary English notions very inadequate) -supervision of the Widow Spilgoed, _née_ Buigzaam, is one of those. -Others suggest themselves to an attentive reader of the book. But this -is only in passing. Decidedly, an English version of “Sara” with a -loving and appreciative introduction by a capable hand, would be an -addition to the pleasures of life. - -It is no part of the plan of this brief sketch—which aims throughout -at being suggestive rather than exhaustive—to furnish a comprehensive -introduction to Dutch literature, or even to that part of it to which -these pages are exclusively devoted. There is one point, however, -which we must not overlook. This is not the place—and perhaps, indeed, -the time has not fully come—to discuss the position which Multatuli -holds, or ought to hold, in his country’s literature; but it cannot -fail to strike any reader of this volume, that a large—perhaps -disproportionately large—number of pages is assigned to the work of a -writer cast in as un-Dutch, or even anti-Dutch, a mould as it is -possible to imagine. In fact, Multatuli stands as much alone among the -Dutch, as Heine does among the Germans; and, by the same token, we -might add, he is their only real humorist, in the highest sense. This -apartness is not to be accounted for in Douwes Dekker’s case, by -difference of race; but then, he was partly the product of reaction, -and there were, after all, strong race-affinities in the deeper parts -of his character. He had every quality calculated to jar upon the -feelings of the Amsterdam _petits bourgeois_ of his day: he had other -ideals than theirs; he would not be content to make money and abstain -from shocking the neighbours; he was nervous and imaginative in a -stolid and prosaic generation—lavishly extravagant in a prudent, not -to say parsimonious, one; but his passionate love of freedom, his -intolerance of shams, his resolute refusal to utter the shibboleths of -the age or bow before the idols of the market-place, proved him of one -blood with William of Orange and Marnix de Sainte-Aldegonde. And, had -he been as altogether isolated as he seems at first sight, he could -hardly have become the force in national life that he now is. His “Max -Havelaar” was like a volcanic outburst breaking up the crust of -convention which had been slowly stiffening over Holland; but it gave -voice to a cry which had been stifled in thousands of hearts. He -spoke, and the younger generation answered him as one man. To-day, in -Holland, Multatuli is a name to conjure with—a synonym for life, -thought, progress, revolt against convention—for everything that may -be called modernity. - -He was a crude, formless, unmethodical writer. “Max Havelaar” is one of -the most exasperatingly inartistic books ever written, and it must -always remain matter for regret that he never seriously took in hand to -complete and give artistic unity to the brilliant fragments that form -the unfinished history of “Woutertje Pieterse.” But there is life and -red blood in everything he wrote—and that counts for far more than dead -correctness of form,—though, of course, the perfect form _enshrining_ -the vitality gives it a chance to last longer. - -There is something in “Wouter” that reminds one curiously of the “Story -of an African Farm.” Not that we would infer that the latter was -suggested by the former—it may well be that its author was, at the time, -quite unaware of Multatuli’s existence; and the agonies of isolated -childhood are the same all the world over. But there are certain points -of resemblance which make us think that a similar environment—the -compound of dead Calvinism, Dutch pseudo-propriety, and crass -ignorance—produced similar results. Though, perhaps it was natural that -poor Wouter, dreaming on the bridge by the saw-mill at Amsterdam, should -have less lofty visions than Waldo, dreaming on the open veldt under the -stars. - -Wouter began his career in the story with a crime. He wanted very much -to read a book in the circulating library, but he had not the necessary -twopence. His mother thought little boys had no use for pocket-money. -Besides, circulating libraries did not enter into Juffrouw Pieterse’s -calculations from any point of view. But it was so deadly dull at home, -where there were no interesting books left unread—and no one was -supposed to want to read at all, except Stoffel, the elder brother, who -was a pupil-teacher, and preparing for an examination,—and he did long, -with an unspeakable longing, for the “History of Glorioso the Brigand.” -So he sold his Bible, with the paraphrases at the end, to a book-stall -man on the Old Bridge (this particular is never forgotten in subsequent -references to the misdemeanour, as though it had been an aggravation -thereof), trusting to the fact that the volume was not likely to be -inquired after on a week-day, to escape scot-free till Sunday. Which he -did; but with Sunday came discovery and swift retribution. But Wouter -did not mind that,—he had had his “Glorioso,” and was willing to pay the -price. That was not all, however;—this piece of juvenile depravity had -far-reaching consequences; but what they were will be discovered from -the extracts given in the text. - -There is infinite humour, as well as infinite pathos, in the description -of the poor, starved child-soul, to which even a trashy sensational -novel could give some sort of outlook into the ideal—for that was what -Wouter’s (after all very innocent) glorification of crime practically -amounted to. No better proof of the hold which Multatuli has over the -hearts of his countrymen could be given than the fact that many of his -characters have passed into proverbs. Juffrouw Laps, Dominie Pennewip, -the Hallemans,—“who were so very particularly respectable,”—and others, -are constantly to be met with in current literature. - -And yet, curiously enough, his views are almost entirely negative. He is -a preacher of revolt—a revolt often blind, illogical, inconsistent with -itself, and which, from our point of view, seems curiously out of -date—so that one is apt to forget he has only been dead six years,—and -he is seldom, if ever, a teacher of anything else. It proves how greatly -the revolt was needed, and what was the power of that Dagon of -convention against which he directed his blows. - -One word about the drama[2] from which an extract has been given. It was -one of his earliest works, being written at Padang (Sumatra) in 1843, -when he was little more than a youth; and he himself in later years, was -sarcastic enough at the expense of its “lachrymose sentiment” and -emotional idealism. Perhaps it does err by excess in this direction, -especially in Holm’s interminable monologues,—perhaps, also, the comic -scenes force the note a little, and are not free from the trick of -catch-words,—but the play, as a whole, is a capital one, and was, we -believe, very successful on the stage. He wrote another serious drama, -in verse, the “Vorstenschool,” which has never been acted, but perhaps -for political rather than dramatic reasons. It seems a pity that he did -not make more sustained efforts in this style of writing, which would -have chastened the formlessness above alluded to as marring his work; -but he seems to have been too impatient in getting his thoughts on paper -to submit to the necessary restraints. - -It will be noticed that this selection includes specimens from both -Dutch and Belgian writers. The fact is that Belgium, from a literary -point of view, scarcely exists. The written language is the same for -both countries, the differences being mainly local and dialectical. -After Brabant and Flanders had ceased to be Spanish provinces, and prior -to the Revolution of 1830, the two portions were respectively known as -Noord and Zuid Nederland. After 1830, the national language was, for a -time, entirely discredited, and Belgium threatened to become a mere -imitation of France, if not actually an appendage to that country. Of -late years a reaction has set in. A knowledge of Flemish is required by -law of all Government officials, except in those districts exclusively -inhabited by the Walloons, who are supposed to speak French, though in -fact, they discourse in a tongue which no mortal but themselves can -understand. - -There is an increasing number of Flemish papers,—the comic ones -especially doing valiant service on the national side. In 1883 a law was -passed rendering the teaching of Flemish (or “Netherlands,” as both -Dutch and Belgians prefer to call it) obligatory in all intermediate -schools. At Ghent University, moreover, all lectures are now delivered -in that language, as well as some of the courses at the Universities of -Brussels and Louvain. Straws show which way the wind blows; and, though -a trifle, it is a significant one, that the streets of Antwerp are now -labelled in Flemish, as well as French, and that public notices, -advertisements, &c., when not bi-lingual, are usually Flemish. - -The time of this linguistic reaction has also been one of revival in the -national literature. Maeterlinck, it is true, writes in French; and a -small coterie of less-known writers, calling themselves _La Jeune -Belgique_, have chosen that language as the vehicle of their -inspirations; but these do not represent the main current of the -national life. For a long time, Conscience stood almost alone as a -Flemish writer, and he was only known to the outer world through the -medium of French translations. Now we have, of poets, Pol de Mont, De la -Montagne, Hilda Ram, and Hélene Swarth, who, had she written in a more -widely known language, would be recognised as one of the world’s -greatest lyrists;—of prose-writers, Stijns, Virginie Loveling, Segers, -Smits, Van Cuyck, Anton Moortgat, Emile Seipgens, and many others. Not -all of them are available for our present purpose,—but some, as will be -seen, have been selected from. - -In conclusion, I would express my indebtedness for valuable information -kindly given by Mr Frans Van Cuyck, of the Public Library, Antwerp, and -author of “Twee Huwelijken,” “Sinoren,” and other works. - - A. WERNER. - - - - - THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND. - - - - - _THE KING’S DREAM._ - - -[Illustration: - - “I STROLLED THOUGHTFULLY ALONG THE BEACH.” -] - -_King Bilbonzo_. It is well. We ourself now desire to make an important -communication to you. - -_Palaemon_ (_Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Kingdom_). We are all -attention. - -_King Bilbonzo._ It pleased us to have a very strange dream last night. - -_Courtiers._ Aha! - -_King Bilbonzo._ I dreamed, gentlemen, that I was on an island in the -midst of the ocean. My royal palace, surrounded by luxuriant gardens, -stood in the centre of the island. My whole retinue was assembled -there,—they were all laughing, dancing, and feasting. On all sides, -smiling faces, rustling silks, and waves of sweet dance-music. -Meanwhile, I strolled thoughtfully along the beach, reflected on the -bounties of nature, and picked up shells. - -_Courtiers._ Ah! - -_King Bilbonzo._ But suddenly the ground trembled under my feet. I -looked up, and perceived that the whole island was moving under me. It -heaved, rocked this way and that, rose and fell on the water, and, -finally, shot swiftly over the surface of the foaming sea. The beautiful -island, my lords and gentlemen, was a living, terrible sea-monster! - -_Courtiers_ (_in horror_). Ah! - -_King Bilbonzo._ My courtiers clung to me in terror. My head swam. -Suddenly the monster dived, and the sea at once destroyed the palace and -gardens. I myself, with a few faithful ones—you, my lords, among the -number—remained bobbing up and down, holding to an empty cask. But the -monster came once more to the surface, lifted a huge dripping mouth out -of the water, and swallowed us all. - -_Courtiers._ B-r-r-r!—most horrible! - -_King Bilbonzo._ However, after a short interval of oppressive darkness, -it cast us out again uninjured—and I found myself in my bed! - -_Courtiers_ (_drawing a long breath of relief_). Eh! - -_King Bilbonzo._ What is your opinion, my lords? Is this a prophetic -vision? - -_Palaemon._ It is a fact that the prophet Jonah, some time since, had -the honour of experiencing something very like what your Majesty has -just dreamed. - -_King Bilbonzo._ Does any of you think himself in a position to explain -this dream to me? [_All shake their heads._] - -_Palaemon._ Sire, I have been told that there is, at this moment, a -Spanish magician staying in our capital. Perhaps he might be able to -comply with your wish. I have already given orders to have this person -searched for—probably he has already reached the palace.... - -_King Bilbonzo._ Why! this is exceedingly interesting! Be so good as to -bring the man into our presence at once. - - [_Exit Palaemon._ - - _Enter_ PALAEMON, _and_ DON TORRIBIO, a _Spanish magician_. - -_Palaemon._ Here is the man. - -_King Bilbonzo._ Come nearer, my friend. - -_Don Torribio._ Who told you that I am your friend? Are you in the -thought-reading business too? - -_Homaris_ (_3^{rd} Minister_). This is an unmannerly customer. - -_Palaemon._ Do you know you are speaking to the King? - -_Don Torribio._ Why, yes,—I thought so. I presume no one else would wear -such a head-gear. - -_King Bilbonzo._ Silence, my lords!—this is evidently an eccentric man. -Let him alone. Magicians, fools, and poets have ever been allowed a -certain familiarity with princes. - -_Don Torribio._ You forget to add _fleas_, my prince. - -_Ministers._ Hush!—shame!—shame! - -_King Bilbonzo._ Decency! decency! - -_Don Torribio._ I assure you they are very decent well-behaved little -beasts, O King. They have never bitten you in your absence! They are the -most honest of your subjects. They have never taken anything from you -without informing you of the fact. There are not many like that. And -they are not at present suffering from hunger. Not many like that -either. - -_King Bilbonzo_. Silence, now! Do you know wherefore you have been -summoned hither? - -_Don Torribio._ Certainly. We are going to act a little play together. -You are Nebuchadnezzar, and I am Daniel. - -_King Bilbonzo_ (_to Palaemon_). I see your Excellency has already -enlightened him. - -_Palaemon._ Certainly not, your Majesty. - -_King Bilbonzo._ Ah! this is indeed surprising. Listen then, and I will -tell you my dream. - -_Don Torribio._ No, no—you need not let me off any of my part. I mean to -play Daniel entire—but I am not going to let you off the grass-eating, -either! Do you listen to me, and I will interpret the dream. - -_King Bilbonzo._ Well—this is astonishing! - -_Ministers._ Think of that, now! - -_Homaris._ All pre-concerted! - -_Don Torribio._ Gathering shells is an innocent and even laudable -employment,—but it should be carried on on a safe shore, and not within -reach of hungry sea-monsters. - -Every man—and more especially a king—ought to know what his house is -built on. - -If your house happens to stand—not on a rock foundation, but on the back -of a sleeping whale, you must not dance too vigorously, or you will -probably wake the brute. - -It is safer to swim about in the sea on the back of a shark, than to be -king of a famished people. - -The conclusion of your dream I will interpret to you after the -grass-eating. Now it is your turn. - -_King Bilbonzo._ This is really going too far! Our toleration has -reached its limits. Can you be wanting to sow discord between Us and our -beloved people? Out of our sight, impious liar!—this very moment! - -_Hyacinthe_ (_the Poet-Laureate—seated next to the King_). Majesty!—look -out for your crown! - -_King Bilbonzo._ Oh!—thanks! [_Sets his crown straight._] - -_Don Torribio._ _Omen accipio._ How do you wish me to disappear, O King? - -_Palaemon_ (_to a footman_). Fetch the lictors to remove this person. - -_King Bilbonzo._ My lords, you will agree with me that a man like this -is very dangerous to the State. - -_Homaris._ I had feared as much, Sire! He is a clever quack, and what he -sells is poison for the people. - -_Lepidus._ But his knowledge was something wonderful. - -_Homaris._ Tricks!—most likely there’s bribery at the bottom of it. - -_Hyacinthe._ Or else atheistic magic. - -_King Bilbonzo._ In any case, my Lord Palaemon, you ought to have taken -measures somewhat earlier to prevent his doing harm. - -_Palaemon._ He shall be thrown into chains at once. - -_Amenias_ (_4^{th} Minister_). It is really a case for capital -punishment. - -_King Bilbonzo._ No—our delight is to show mercy. When the judges have -condemned him to death, we will commute the sentence into penal -servitude for life. - -_A Footman._ Your Excellency!—the lictors. - - [_Torribio has suddenly vanished during the previous conversation._] - -_Palaemon._ Let this man be strictly confined. - -_A Footman._ What man, your Excellency? - -_Palaemon._ Here—what! Where is he? - -_Ministers._ What! Where is he? Gone? - -_King Bilbonzo._ This is unspeakably insolent! - -_Amenias._ He was standing here when I last saw him. - -_Palaemon._ He was standing here. - -[_They search all over the room._] - -_King Bilbonzo_ (to _Amenias_). What is that on the floor? - -_Amenias_ (_picking it up_). A tuft of grass, Sire! - -_King Bilbonzo._ This is infamous ribaldry. - -_Lepidus._ It is very mysterious. - -_Homaris._ Jugglers’ tricks! We have all been made fools of. - -_Footman_ (_opening a door_). Breakfast is served, your Majesty! - -_King Bilbonzo._ Come, my lords,—search no further! It is not worth -while. Follow me! [_He retires with dignity_.] - -_Hyacinthe_ (_follows, improvising_)— - - Shall hate and envy dim its lustre— - The crown on royal brows that glows— - And rob the People of their father, - And lead both parties by the nose? - La, la, la, la—no, never! no, never! - La, la, la! - - [_Exeunt omnes, following one another in a solemn procession._ - - FREDERICK VAN EEDEN. - (_From the Comedy of “Don Torribio.”_) - - - - - THE DOMINIE.[3] - - -“It is a very serious matter,” said Gerrit Rond, the burgomaster, to -Kobus. - -“Very serious, indeed,” replied Kobus, the _veldwachter_.[4] - -“It is a disgrace to the whole parish!” continued the burgomaster. - -“An everlasting disgrace!” repeated the veldwachter. - -Then followed an ominous silence, in the course of which the -burgomaster, with gloomy countenance and wildly rolling eye, attentively -followed the movements of a fly which was leisurely walking about the -stately expanse of his waistcoat; while the veldwachter kept a watchful -eye on his superior’s features, that he might not fail to mould his own -accordingly. In the meantime, he knit his brows, and provided himself -with a half-expectant, half-threatening expression. - -[Illustration: - - “IT IS A DISGRACE TO THE WHOLE PARISH!” -] - -At length the reverend head of Gerrit, the burgomaster, solemnly rose -upright, and his reflection opposite did the same. - -“Kobus,” said Gerrit, “it _must_ be seen to.” - -And Kobus replied: “It _shall_ be seen to, if your worship pleases.” - -“Very good, Kobus; and I _do_ please—of that I assure you....” - -“I think I’ve got something,” said Gerrit, with an astute smile, and -rubbed his nose with a civic forefinger, in a satisfied way. - -“Ha!” cried Kobus, triumphantly. - -“Yes, surely, ... surely, ...” said Gerrit, as though thinking -aloud,—still, astute, smiling, and rubbing his nose, ... “But let us at -least go over the whole thing once more—at least the main point.” - -“Shall I tell your worship once more, exactly?” asked Kobus, with a -self-satisfied laugh. - -“Well, yes, it will be just as well. I can then weigh the importance of -the whole matter so much better. Just go on,” said the burgomaster, with -the lofty attitude of one who is quite sure of himself, and can afford -to wait for anything, seeing that his resolution is already taken. - -“I will therefore tell your worship, once more,” began Kobus, “that on -Saturday week—a fortnight ago to-morrow—Jan o’ the Wood came running -into my house with a face—with a face....” - -“Like Balthasar Gerard’s,”[5] the burgomaster helped him out, with a -certain gloomy majesty befitting the dignity of his position and his -historical knowledge. - -“That would be just about it,” said Kobus, with deep respect, and then -went on. “He rushed into my house with a face like—h’m, h’m—it’s sinful -to think of—what a face the man had! And first he dropped down on a -chair, and couldn’t speak a word—not a letter—your worship! My wife gave -him a glass of water, and she said, says she, ‘Come, Jan, just drink a -little, and then you’ll come to yourself again, and then you can tell us -what’s the matter.’ That’s what she said, your worship,—for them -women-folk are always so curious, and she was just on fire, I tell you. -Jan soon got his breath, and then it came out—how, that night—last -Saturday week, a fortnight ago to-morrow—two baskets full of pears had -been taken away from his trees—two whole baskets, your worship!” - -Gerrit Rond, the burgomaster, the principal resident, and the respected -head of his parish, stroked his plump chin complacently, and looked at -his factotum, quietly smiling. - -“Well; and what more, Kobus?” - -Such imperturbable calm must surely conceal a great plan, thought the -veldwachter; and he was several seconds recovering from his -consternation. Then he stammered,— - -“And ... and ... nothing more, your worship. I reported the matter to -you at once; I drew up the _procès-verbal_. But though I have done my -best to find out....” - -The honest veldwachter completed his sentence by shrugging his -shoulders, extending his arms, and dropping them again,—illustrating the -whole pantomime by a face expressive of the utmost helplessness. - -But now Gerrit Rond, burgomaster, the principal resident, and respected -head of the community, arose from his municipal arm-chair, and spake,— - -“Kobus, I know it!” - -Kobus listened in breathless excitement. - -“Kobus,” the burgomaster went on, looking round him with vigilant eyes, -as though he suspected that pear-thieves might be hidden in the corners -of his sitting-room,—“Kobus, did he steal _all_ the pears?” - -The veldwachter was silent, and looked questioningly at the burgomaster. -He could not make out what the latter was driving at. - -“I mean,” explained the father of the citizens, “whether Jan o’ the Wood -has not got a single pear left on his trees?” - -“Well; no, sir. Two baskets the rascal made off with; but how many -baskets there were to be had in that orchard, I don’t know. It’s quite -terrible the way Jan’s trees bear, and everything prime quality, -large-sized, and juicy. I think Jan’s father had them before him, and he -must have brought them....” - -“That will do, Kobus,” the burgomaster interrupted his subordinate; “but -that’s not the point.... So the pears have not _all_ been removed? I -mean, by this, that the thief has not unlawfully possessed himself of -the _whole?_” - -“Why, no, your worship.” - -“Now, Kobus, look here.” - -Kobus listened respectfully, understanding that the critical moment had -now arrived. - -“My father, Kobus, was a man of sense, and when he had enjoyed anything, -he always used to say, ‘This peach tastes of more.’” - -“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Kobus, as though suddenly enlightened,—whereas, in -truth, he was more puzzled than ever. - -“And, look you, Kobus, the apple can never fall far from the tree. My -father was a sensible man; and I, too, say, ‘This peach tastes of more,’ -and....” - -Here the burgomaster looked through his half-closed eyelids with an air -of infinite sagacity, and added, slowly dragging out his words, one by -one,— - -“... And—that—I suspect—the thief—will—say—too.” - -“O-o-oh!” bellowed the veldwachter; “I understand—the thief will want -more pears. He will come back, and then we’ll catch him?” - -The burgomaster looked at his factotum with a paternal air of -approbation. - -“Kobus!” said he, “something may be made of you yet!” - -“Does your worship think that?” cried Kobus, in an ecstasy,—and a rosy -prospect instantly appeared before his mind’s eye—chief agent in a large -town, commissioner of police, nay, perhaps,—but that he would not have -dared to say out loud for any money in the world,—perhaps, one day, even -burgomaster! - -“But now to business, Kobus! This very night we will try to catch the -thief; and my name is not Gerrit Rond if we don’t succeed. We’ll hide in -Jan’s orchard, and when he comes we’ll collar him, and then....” - -Here the burgomaster-detective pointed downwards. Under the tower of the -court-house there was a vault or cellar of masonry, which usually served -as a receptacle for old iron and thieves; the latter destination, -however, was unknown, save by tradition, for only the very oldest -inhabitants of the village dimly remembered an evil-doer being -imprisoned there. - -Kobus then suggested that it might be as well to take his son Hannes -with him on their expedition, a suggestion which might have been -unkindly interpreted by outsiders, for there were unpleasant reports -current about the brave _garde-champêtre’s_ reluctance to pursue -criminals alone. The suggestion, however, found favour in the eyes of -the magistrate, as it would enable them to take forty winks while the -boy watched for the appearance of the thief. This being settled, Kobus -withdrew, to reappear at the appointed time that evening. But he had not -been gone long when a loud knocking startled the burgomaster out of an -incipient reverie. - -“Come in!” he cried, somewhat ungraciously, and the opening door -revealed Kobus’s bearded face; but this time with so scared an -expression, and such wildly rolling eyes, that Gerrit turned rigid with -terror and, pale as death, held on to the back of his chair for support, -as he stammered, - -“Wh—wh—what is it, Kobus?” - -“_Burrgemeesterr_,” rolled out Kobus, hoarsely, making as much as -possible of the _r’s_, and putting his head round the door without -coming into the room, “the thief of the apples that were stolen from -Piet Stein a year and a half ago, and this thief of the pears....” - -“The same,” sighed the burgomaster, struck with consternation. - -“Your worship,” said Kobus, “it is a conspiracy! Shall we—should we—go -and ask the Dominie?” - -But scarcely had Kobus uttered this fatal word than he darted out of the -door and up the street, and it was long before his mind’s eye had lost -sight of that frightful picture: the burgomaster, purple in the face, -and boiling over with indignation; and the voice of his superior -thundered in his ears with all the annihilating force of contempt. - -“The Dominie!” was all he had said. - -The village schoolmaster was an old man of sixty-three, who, ever since -his twentieth year, had stood, day after day, Sundays excepted, behind -the same desk, leading the peasants’ children from the spelling of s, p, -a—spa, to the four elementary rules of arithmetic. Every year a few left -him, being found ripe for forgetting at the plough-tail what they had -learnt in the schoolroom, and every year fresh aspirants for s, p, -a—spa, appeared on the scenes. So he had grown old at his work, and his -work with him. For he belonged to the pre-examination days—he was a -“_schoolmeester_,” not an “_onderwijzer_.” The new generation looked on -him rather as a curiosity, a touchstone of progress, a souvenir of old -times, than a living being, a wheel in the world-machine of the -nineteenth century. Other men of his age had gone with the stream, and -followed its capricious windings; he had landed on the bank, and -followed his own old path; his mind had rusted into the old groove, and -he could not extricate it. - -He had already received hints that he ought to retire, to ask for his -pension, so as to make way for modern forces; but the idea of ceasing to -stand before his class and behind his desk was too strange to the old -man—too new! - -So he remained on for the present, till his resignation should no longer -be a matter of choice. - - -The elder children were busy doing sums; the younger ones were being -attended to by the Dominie himself. - -But how strange he was to-day! It sometimes seemed as if he heard -nothing of the lesson the children were droning over,—saw nothing of the -tricks the older ones were up to in the background,—as if, in fact, he -were thinking of something entirely different. He had such fits, -sometimes. How funny it was, now, when he dipped his pencil into the -inkstand, instead of a penholder, and, shortly afterwards, abstractedly -put it into his mouth! What a face he made when he found it out! The -whole school had simply yelled at the joke, and the Dominie had got very -angry, and put the whole lot of them in detention. Later, however, he -almost laughed at the matter himself, and allowed them all to go home. -Such foolish and absurd things he used to do every now and then; and the -reason for this was, as the burgomaster said, because the Dominie was -“an obstructive fellow,” and “not practical.” - -And when the burgomaster said so, every one believed him, for the -burgomaster was considered a very clever man. - -But, after all, the Dominie was cleverer still. - -For, indeed, there were sometimes things that the Dominie himself did -not know,—of course, for no man can know everything. But, in those -cases, he always said, “I’ll just look it up.” And then he looked in his -books, and kept on looking till he found it; and he always did find it, -because he had such piles of books! For, after all, that was where -things were to be found—in books! For this reason the burgomaster was -not so clever as the schoolmaster; he had scarcely any books at all. -This was one cause of the burgomaster’s dislike. He was Gerrit Rond, -_the burgomaster_, the first man in the village; and the Dominie was -just the schoolmaster. And, naturally, the former could not endure being -looked on as less clever than the latter. But he did not utter this -opinion aloud; he sometimes needed the Dominie’s help in “just looking -up something,” and swallowed his dislike as best he could; but people -could see it all the same. - -Yes, indeed! the Dominie was particularly clever! - -Once it befell that Piet Stein’s son came home from the city, where he -had “studied” with a view to becoming assistant-teacher; and on that -occasion he had said, in the presence of his father, “All the Dominie’s -cleverness is worth nothing; he is antiquated, and doesn’t know French.” -Piet Stein, junior, was well acquainted with the French language; he had -just learnt it. But Piet Stein, senior, seized his promising son by the -collar, and dealt him a well-intentioned thrashing, “to knock these -new-fangled notions out of him once for all.” - -For the schoolmaster was a knowledgeable man. He lived with his books, -and—which was less obvious to the eyes of the world—with his instruments -and his medicine-chest. For years past he had been practising on his own -account, and had acquired a certain medical reputation among the -peasants of the neighbourhood as well as within the village. He had, in -truth, treated several cases within the last few years with great -success; but it might be better not to inquire how many earlier trials -had failed. Then came the new ideas—the laws against unlicensed -doctoring were strictly enforced, and he received warnings from various -quarters, of which, however, he took no notice. He could not understand -why he might not try to lessen people’s sufferings, as well as other -men, who usually did not succeed any better than he. It had become to -him a passion, an aim in life, a vocation. - -So he obstinately went his own way, in spite of warnings, till the -doctors, whom he injured in their practice, at last lost patience, and -prosecuted him. He was convicted and fined, and from that time his -medical career was over,—at least so it was universally reported. It -seemed strange, however, that now and then a sick person made a -wonderful recovery, without having been treated by the doctor. - - -Now, one evening it happened that old Klaas, the shepherd, was seriously -ill, and had asked for the schoolmaster. The Dominie had said “No,” but -he had meant “Yes”; for though no longer allowed to do any doctoring, he -could not keep from it. So he meant to wait till it was dark, and then -slip out unnoticed to Klaas’ cottage. - -In Jan o’ the Wood’s orchard three figures were crouching down behind -three low dwarf pear-trees, and each of the three had his head full of -thoughts that were not those of his neighbour. The burgomaster was -chiefly tortured by the idea that on the good or ill success of the -evening’s undertaking depended the preservation of his official dignity; -for, seeing that he had enjoined the strictest secrecy on the -veldwachter, and his promising son and heir, the only question was which -of the two would most speedily spread abroad the whole story through the -village. But, over and above this, the respected head of the community -was trembling like an aspen-leaf, for before his mental eye there arose -a vision of a robber—yes, truly and literally, _a robber_,—a man with a -long beard, bristling hair, and bloodshot eyes,—a man who goes about -with jemmies and murderous weapons on his person, and—and—who might kill -you if you came in his way, you see! - -The veldwachter was, before all things, eager to behold the heroic feats -of the burgomaster, for he was firmly convinced that the mere presence -of the great man was sufficient to compel the miscreant to run into the -snare. For terror there was _now_ no room in his martial spirit,—for, -after all, he had Hannes with him! - -Hannes was a big sturdy chap, who at fifteen might well have been taken -for eighteen,—a fellow with fists like engine-buffers, and a face which, -for shrewd intelligence of expression, was about equal to that of a -sheep. Hannes was burning with impatience to hammer away at the -malefactor; hitherto he had only tried his strength on mere vagabonds, -but now he was to have the opportunity of measuring himself with a real -thief. That would be something to boast of! - -Thus the three would-be thief-catchers sat in the greatest excitement -behind three of the smallest dwarf pear-trees that any one can imagine. - -A considerable time elapsed, during which even the strained senses of -the triumvirate could perceive nothing which, in the remotest degree, -resembled even a fraction of a thief. At last Hannes’ patience was -exhausted, and with it his capacity for silence. “Dad,” he began in a -whisper, “if he comes, am I to take him by the throat and choke him, or -shall I punch his head till he falls down dead?” - -“I don’t know,” replied the veldwachter, in an equally cautious whisper, -at least as low as his love for gutturals and sibilants would allow, -“I’ll just ask his worship.” Thus did Kobus, and repeated the gruesome -question to the burgomaster, thereby sending a shudder through the -latter’s limbs. - -“Tell him,” said the heroic man to his heroic subordinate, who was -squatting between his superior and his son, “that he must seize him by -the legs, so as not to come within reach of his hands; the thief is sure -to have daggers and pistols to defend himself with if he is attacked.” -Thus spake the wise man; but the real reason for his caution was that he -felt there might be disagreeable consequences for himself if Hannes -received the thief in too heavy-handed a manner. - -The veldwachter passed on the message in a whisper to his son: - -“Hold him by the legs, Hannes!” - -“All right, dad,” replied Hannes, though he did not understand why he -was to treat the criminal so gently. But the burgomaster had said so,—in -other words, the oracle had spoken, and so—— - -It was very quiet, in the dark, behind Jan’s pear-tree. The burgomaster -dropped his venerated head, and slept. When Kobus heard the low sound of -snoring beside him, he turned to his son, and said: - -“Hannes, his worship is off; I think I’ll have a nap too; keep a good -look-out, and give me a push if you see anything wrong.” - -“All right, dad,” said Hannes, and he sat bolt upright, and opened his -eyes still wider than before. But the duet at his side, the darkness all -round him, and the weariness in his eyelids, made him close them now and -then. He struggled bravely against sleep, but there was no one to help -him. And he was only fifteen, and it was so late and so dark, and Hannes -fell into a doze. - -Now and then he was awakened for a moment or so by the uneasy thought -that he was the one who had to watch. On one of these occasions, he -thought he saw a dim figure pass right before him in this dark, and to -hear steps—hurried footsteps. He rubbed his eyes, and—yes—there was some -one carefully opening the gate and leaving the orchard. - -Hastily Hannes awakened his parent, in the gentle manner prescribed and -told him, in a whisper, what he knew. The awful tidings were then -reported to the burgomaster, and a moment later the trio were on their -way to seek the thief, who surely, as the veldwachter supposed, was just -carrying away his booty. Hannes went first, the burgomaster followed, -and Kobus formed the rearguard. This order had been determined by the -burgomaster. “For,” said he, “as head of the community, I ought to have -the most protection.” - -In this way the police force wandered aimlessly about for some time. -Hannes did not know for certain what direction the thief had taken after -leaving the orchard; and, besides, there was scarcely any light. It -really seemed as though the moon were taking upon herself to play at -bo-peep with the most worshipful the burgomaster, for she chose not to -show up at all. Yes, perhaps, indeed—oh! scandalous thought!—she was -making faces at the great man behind her thick curtain of clouds! Who -knows?—there are such queer stories told about the moon. - -The expedition, then, returned to the orchard unsuccessful, and once -more took up its position behind the dwarf pear-trees. That the -miscreant might yet return seemed probable, as Hannes assured them that -he had indeed seen him carrying something under his arm, but not a large -sack or anything of that sort. He could not, therefore, have taken -_much_ with him. And they waited—waited—waited.... - -Meanwhile the schoolmaster had quietly gone on his way. The better to -escape observation, he did not take the nearest way, along the main -street, but went out into his back garden, opened a little gate which -led into Jan o’ the Wood’s orchard, struck right across the orchard, and -so reached a lane leading round to the other side of the village. Here -he turned into a wood, and, following a small winding footpath, came at -length to a lonely cottage, seemingly forsaken, hidden away among the -tall trees. Here he seemed a habitual visitor. At least he lifted the -latch without first knocking, opened the door, and found himself in an -apartment serving at the same time as bedroom and kitchen. - -A close, heavy air, and an ominous stillness, seemed to oppress him as -he entered. But the Dominie was not easily daunted. He felt about till -he found a lamp standing on the table, and lit it. With the light, life -seemed to come into the dead silence of the room; at least a low moaning -was heard from a corner where there was a bedstead, and a broken voice -asked, “Who’s there?” - -“It’s I, Klaas, the schoolmaster,” announced the visitor; and, bending -over the sick man, he went on, “How is it with you?” - -“It’s all up, Dominie, it’s all up,” gasped the voice. “Oh, Klaas is no -great loss—not much; oh no!” - -There seemed to be reason enough for such an estimate; at least the man -who lay there dying did not give the idea of one whose loss society -would feel very keenly. The flickering lamp-light showed the bed-place, -let into the wall like a ship’s berth, in an indefinite half-darkness, -except the head, on which a dull yellow gleam was cast. There lay, on an -unsightly grey, greasy bolster, a head that at first sight seemed more -animal than human. The thin face was made still more angular and hollow -by the strongly projecting cheek-bones, and the pointed chin with its -bristly beard. The upper-lip, and indeed the whole mouth, was almost -covered with stiff hair; the nose was broad, flat, and turned up; while -a quantity of lank, tangled hair fell over the projecting forehead and -deep-set eyes. But these eyes glittered fiercely, every now and then, in -their dark sockets, and then again looked anxiously, almost -entreatingly, at the schoolmaster. - -The Dominie tried to answer him cheerfully. “Come, come, Klaas! What -foolish talk is this? You may not have been a king or a great man, but -you have been of use for all that. Shepherds are wanted just as much as -kings.” - -“No, sir,” said Klaas, moving his head restlessly. “Every day so many -finer lights are blown out, and Klaas is only a rushlight. Oh, Lord, -yes!” - -The old schoolmaster tried to comfort him, but Klaas still seemed to -have something on his mind. - -He had stolen Jan’s pears a fortnight ago, he told the schoolmaster at -last. - -The old man remained with him till a late hour, and then started -homewards by the same way as he had come. - -“Father, father!” - -“What is it, Hannes?” - -“I hear the gate creak.” - -“So it does.... Your worship, here he comes back again.” - -“Really? Yes, I see him.... Kobus, stand firm, my man. Let Hannes hold -him fast by the legs. No, not yet—wait till he passes! Oh, do be -careful! Look out for his weapons!” - -“Hannes, be ready!” - -“I’m quite ready, dad.” - -“Not before I speak, and then by the legs—do you hear?” - -“Yes, dad. Hush now!” - -—The shuffling of approaching footsteps in the grass of the orchard ... -suddenly a figure disengages itself from the darkness.— - -“Now, Hannes, now!” - -Hannes creeps forward along the ground, seizes the figure, according to -instructions, firmly by the ankles—a good pull—and the thief falls -forward at full length. Hannes seizes his wrists, and lets himself fall -flat on the top of his prey. - -The veldwachter, for greater security, incontinently throws himself upon -his two predecessors; and the burgomaster crowns the human pyramid, and -the successful thief-hunt, by sitting down, with all his burgomasterly -weight and a heavy bump, upon the three others, triumphantly shouting -the while, “I’ve got him,”—which is answered by, “Oh my ribs, your -worship!” from the uppermost stratum, “What in thunder!” from the -midmost, and a smothered groan from the lowest. - -“Hannes, have you got a hold of his hands—tight now?” - -“Yes, your worship, but I can’t do anything myself like this.” - -“Well, I’ll get up, but keep a good hold of him—do you hear?” - -“All right, sir.” - -The burgomaster arose. “Kobus, put the handcuffs on him at once. In -heaven’s name make haste about it then.” - -The veldwachter bustled up from the ground, and set about securing the -prisoner as closely as possible. While he was thus occupied, and Hannes -was holding the persistently silent criminal, the burgomaster kept -walking round and round his captive in order to see what sort of a fish -he had got in his net. In this he would probably have been unsuccessful, -had not the moon, in a sudden caprice, shone out brightly once more. -When the triumvirate saw the pale face, paler than ever with the fright -and the cold moonlight, and perceived it to be the face so well known to -them, all their astonishment uttered itself in the simultaneous cry— - -“The Dominie!” - - -The school was empty, and the children had a holiday, for the -Dominie ... was sitting in the vault under the tower. - -Under the tower sat the Dominie, amidst pieces of old iron and other -rubbish. Light and air stole in shyly, in small quantities, through the -little, square, grated window, in which a single scrap of glass, dusty -and weather-stained, remained in one corner, to show there had once been -a pane. As the court-house was surrounded by a paddock, which again was -enclosed by a low wall, the sounds from outside only penetrated -indistinctly, as a vague murmur, into this chamber. Sometimes it was -quiet,—deadly still, there, especially of an evening, and then life came -into the place, for the rats and mice began their games. The Master was -an old man, and nervous, and he could not sleep much. He thought over -the whole matter in his wakeful hours, and it gradually became clear to -him that he had been arrested by mistake.... Klaas had stolen Jan van ’t -Hout’s pears, and he, the Dominie, had been taken for the thief -returning for a second load. But it would not be difficult to prove his -innocence. Only it was lasting a long time; he ought surely to have been -tried before now. Four days had passed without his hearing anything. -Even the veldwachter, who, as a rule, could not be with him two minutes -without wanting to relate some story or other, was now silence itself, -when he brought the Dominie his daily rations. What was the meaning of -this delay? - -[Illustration: - - “SITTING IN THE VAULT UNDER THE TOWER.” -] - -Yes, the delay had well-founded reasons! The burgomaster had indeed -caught the fish, but he did not exactly know what he was to do with him. -It was a ticklish business. Was he to hand over the prisoner -immediately, without the form of a trial, to the authorities in town? or -was he first to hold an inquiry, and send up the _procès-verbal_ along -with the prisoner? Supposing the latter to be the case, how was he to -set about it? It was a most unfortunate circumstance that there had -never been any thieves in the parish, for now the burgomaster was most -certainly at his wits’ end. The secretary—a poor, infirm old man, almost -in his dotage—was consulted in vain. The same result attended a -conference with the “law-holders.”[6] Finally the burgomaster called -Kobus to his assistance. He reflected for some time, and said at last: - -“Doesn’t it say in the communal bye-laws?” - -“This case is one for which no provision is made in the _Gemeentewet_” -said the burgomaster, with admirable composure,—the truth being that the -greater part of the Gemeentewet was Greek to him, and that he had -gradually picked up, by practical experience, what knowledge he -possessed of his official duties. Kobus, however, was very far from -suspecting any such subtleties, and believed his superior implicitly. -His invention being now exhausted, he confined himself to remarking, -with a sigh, “If it hadn’t been the Dominie himself, now, we might have -asked him—he could surely have looked it up somewhere.” - -Yes, that would have been too absurd. They could not have brought the -Dominie all his books in a wheelbarrow, and requested him to “look up” -information as to what was to be done with himself! No—that would not -do. But all at once an expedient occurred to Kobus. There was an old, -old man in the village—a grey-beard of ninety or more. Perhaps in his -young days there might have been such a thing as a malefactor in this -rural region. Yes, the idea was not such a bad one, and Kobus was sent -as a delegate from the government to this oracle of antiquity. In fact, -the old man had a suggestion ready. He remembered that some sixty years -ago an analogous case had occurred, and then the burgomaster had first -examined the culprit himself, and then sent him to town for trial. He -added, however, that the burgomaster on that occasion had not been quite -certain of what he ought to do. That, however, did not matter so -much—the precedent was there in any case. The schoolmaster then must be -examined; and, as Mulders had once been present at a trial in court, the -forms of justice presented no such great difficulty after all. - -On the fifth day after his arrest, the schoolmaster was haled forth from -the dungeon under the tower, and—of course, heavily handcuffed—taken to -the council-chamber. That was an event. The whole village formed a long -procession, which accompanied the prisoner; and when he was taken -inside, his train remained hanging about the doors. Then followed a buzz -and clatter among the crowd, as though it were a swarm of bees, or a -duck-yard. - -[Illustration: - - “THAT WAS AN EVENT.” -] - -“It’s too bad,” said a little old woman; “an old white-haired man like -that. What may not a man come to? Only yesterday he was teaching my -daughter’s children their lessons, and to-day the poor lambs are running -after their master, because he’s been in jail just like some nasty -vagabond. And I can’t believe it of him, do you know—anything but that. -He has always been much too kind to every one. I’m not the only one here -whom he has helped for nothing—nothing at all—without your having to pay -a cent for it.” - -“Yes, but, mother,” began a rich farmer,—with a face and attitude in -which the most condescending amiability could not altogether hide the -lowest greed, and a stupid arrogant conceit,—“you must understand that -there are well-founded reasons—I say, _well-founded reasons_—for the man -to have been taken up—eh? That’s surely self-evident—eh? No one is put -into handcuffs without important reasons; there must be a ground for -such a motive—I say, _for such a motive_.” And then the mighty orator -looked round him with a “What do you think of me now?” expression, and -enjoyed his victory over the old woman. But the latter was not to be -driven from the field so easily. - -“You go along with your French talk. I know nothing about that,—and yet -I think I know quite as much as you do yourself. But this I know, that -it doesn’t look well for you, of all people, to abuse the schoolmaster -anyway. Even though it were as clear as a post above the water that the -Dominie had stolen, _you_ ought to stand up for him! Do you understand -me—eh?” - -The rich farmer understood quite well. When his youngest boy had been -lying ill some months ago, he had been too mean to send for a doctor, -though he could well afford it, and had called the schoolmaster to his -assistance. Then, as at other times, the Dominie had said “No,” to keep -up appearances, as he was not supposed to practise any more; but he had -thought “Yes,” and acted on his thought. And the rich farmer had paid -him nothing. This was why he now hurriedly turned away from this covert -attack, muttering something about “old creatures getting quite -childish,” but abstained from further contradiction. - -But the old woman could not be everywhere at once to take the Dominie’s -part, and the conclusion of most conversations was this: “Yes, you see, -folks don’t call a cow piebald, when there’s not a spot about her.” - -Suddenly, however, all voices were hushed before the reverently-uttered -magic formula, “The Burgomaster!” - -The crowd parted to let him pass, and he went up to the council-chamber, -where the faithful Kobus, in his Sunday suit, was awaiting him. He was -already going to meet the burgomaster, in order to tell him that “they” -were all there; but the great man was looking straight in front of him, -as stiff as a poker, and making, in a direct line, for his official -chair, like a guest who, on being ushered in, looks neither to right nor -left, but makes straight for the lady of the house. - -This was “the proper form.” Kobus was so impressed by this ceremonial -that he stared with open mouth and eyes, and remained immovable, like a -masculine counterpart of Lot’s wife. The burgomaster had elegant -manners, that he had. - -“Are all present?” asked the burgomaster, suddenly. - -Kobus awakened with a start from his ecstatic trance. “Yes, your -worship,” he answered, regaining his composure. - -“Then the trial may begin,” said the President of the Court. “And you, -Veldwachter, do you caligraph it!” - -“I—I don’t altogether understand, your worship.” - -“Caligraph, Veldwachter!” - -“Oh!—ah!—hm—yes, I don’t understand——.” - -“Write it down, Veldwachter. Caligraphy—that is the art of writing, you -know.” - -“All right, your worship.” Kobus sat down at a table, took up a pen, and -bent over a sheet of paper. But the paper was destined to remain -unsoiled. For, all of a sudden, the burgomaster looked round him, and, -probably struck by the emptiness of the room, inquired, “Veldwachter, -are all the witnesses present?” - -“All the witnesses are present, your worship,” answered Kobus, -indicating, with a majestic wave of the hand, his solitary son Hannes, -who sat so forlorn, that, looking at him and the schoolmaster, it would -have been hard to say which was witness and which defendant; for the -Dominie had his handcuffed hands on his knees under the table, and you -would not have guessed from his calm features—pale and worn with the -fatigues of the last few days—that he was accused of any crime. - -“But,” pursued Kobus, “your worship has just said something that gives -me an idea. Ought there not to be some other witnesses?” - -“Other witnesses?” - -“Yes, I mean witnesses to witness _for_ him, do you see? I mean to say, -Hannes sits here, for instance, to speak against—I mean against the -Dominie,—but ought there not to be some witnesses to speak for him as -well?” - -The burgomaster began to think. This was a difficult question, one of -those ticklish and delicate problems, the solution of which forms the -principal _raison d’être_ of a burgomaster’s career. If only this -miserable trial had never begun! He cast a furtive glance at the -defendant. If only he could consult the Dominie, and ask him to look up -his books about the matter! But away with such humiliating thoughts! No; -better, if it must be, to manifest his ignorance in a more becoming way: -“Veldwachter, is that what they do in town? It was different in my -time.” - -“They do it that way now, your worship.” - -“Then we had better move with the times, and adapt ourselves to the new -usages. But where are the—the _for_-witnesses to come from?” - -“Oh! there’s a whole crowd outside the door, your worship—perhaps you -might find one among them. And if there’s no one to be had—well, at any -rate, we’ve done our best to find one.” - -“Go outside, then, and proclaim a summons, on my behalf.” - -Kobus went and did so, wording the “proclamation” as clearly as he knew -how. But a deathly stillness was all the answer he received. For though -many a simple soul was honestly convinced of the defendant’s innocence, -and though here and there a solitary voice had been raised in his -favour,—to go in there, into the council-chamber,—_to stand before the -tribunal_,—that was more than those timid folk could undertake. - -Suddenly, however, a shrill voice cried, “Well, if no one else will do -it, I will.” And the little old woman who had already taken up the -cudgels for the Dominie, forced her way hastily to the front of the -crowd. - -“Look’ee there; Auntie’s going to speak,” cried various voices. Every -one repeated, laughing, “Auntie’s going to speak!” for under this name -the old lady was known to all the village. - -Auntie cared neither for laughter nor tears, but went straight forward, -climbed the court-house steps, and then suddenly turned round, waved her -thin old arms, and cried as loud as she could, “You’re a pack of -cowards, the lot of you,—do you hear, you great loobies?” Then she -disappeared inside. And though she was a funny figure enough as she -stood there, no one thought of laughing,—they all felt the truth of -Auntie’s words too deeply. - -[Illustration: - - “YOU’RE A PACK OF COWARDS.” -] - -Auntie was conducted inside by the veldwachter, and her eye immediately -fell on her client. The Dominie remained seated in the same attitude, -discouraged and dejected—deeply humiliated by the thought that, at his -age, with his aspirations and such a past behind him, he should have to -bow his head beneath the weight of a criminal accusation! The trouble -dimmed his thinking powers, and drove the blood through his veins at -lightning speed. What a hammering in his pulses—what a thumping in his -temples—what a rushing in his ears! He felt like a swimmer who has been -long under water, and finds it press more and more crushingly on him, -and hears its noise in his ears. That was the fever—the fever that was -rising higher and higher in his blood, and brought that unnatural flush -to his usually pale cheeks. - -Auntie looked at the sad spectacle he presented, and her indignation -rose, and craved for immediate utterance. - -“Burgomaster!” she began, “don’t you call it a shame that the Dominie——” - -But her flow of words was immediately interrupted by the burgomaster: -“Silence! witness, this is not as it should be. You have come here to -give your evidence voluntarily, and to do this effectually all the forms -must be observed. Witness, what is your name?” - -“Well, I never—my name! Just as though the whole village didn’t know me? -Come, come, Burgomaster, every one knew my name long before yours was -ever thought of; and do you want to pretend that you don’t know me? No, -man, that won’t do. All those grand manners won’t go down with old -Auntie. All the same, I can tell you plainly why the poor fellow could -not have stolen the pears; and so you are quite out of it, with all your -fine forms and speeches, do you see? Now just let me ask you, if he took -the pears, where did he leave them,—say?” - -And Auntie placed her arms akimbo, and assumed an attitude which seemed -to say, “Your turn now—come on!” - -But the opposite party remained passive. The burgomaster, as it -happened, was seized with a violent fit of coughing, which seemed as -though it could not come to an end. It was a pity, for, but for that, -surely, the wise man would have answered the conundrum with Solomonic -perspicuity. The veldwachter-clerk said, “Hm, hm—yes, yes,” and covered -his beard with his hand. The witness for the prosecution yawned with -_ennui_ and hunger. The defendant sat still, and looked at the old woman -with rigid eyes. - -But all things come to an end, and so did the presiding judge’s cough. -However, he seemed to have coughed away all his judicial sagacity, for -he remained silent. Not so Kobus Mulders, who awakened from his reverie -after this fashion— - -“Yes, yes,—where did he leave them? I only say, your worship,—where did -he leave the pears, if he stole them?” - -“Oh, yes, that’s what I should like to know,” said Auntie, shortly, and -closed her lips with a look of firm conviction. - -Another pause. - -“Yes,” resumed Kobus, “he can’t have swallowed them all down at once.” -This joke appeared to him so inexpressibly funny, that he burst into a -loud hoarse laugh, which was echoed by no one except Hannes. But -suddenly the joker’s features became rigid, and he looked at every one -present with a face whose expression plainly said, “How is it possible -that I did not think of it before?” and exclaimed, “I know! Your -worship, the little chest that we found in Klaas’s cottage the day after -he died——” - -“Well, Kobus?” asked the burgomaster, in great excitement—so much so -that he quite forgot to speak officially. - -“It is the Dominie’s, and now I understand everything. The Dominie -_didn’t_ steal, and Auntie is quite right. It could not be, either. Just -listen. The Dominie has been at his doctoring again. He went to see -Klaas when he was dying, and forgot to take his medicine-chest away with -him when he left. I am quite sure it is his medicine-chest, because it -is the same thing I used to see in his hands in the old times, when -nobody minded his doctoring folks. And the time just corresponds. On the -day after we arrested the Dominie, I went to see Klaas, and found him -dead. It’s as plain—as—well, it’s quite plain!” - -Every one had listened with the greatest attention, and the explanation -seemed to have made a deep impression on all. The Dominie, however, -seemed to feel it most. He suddenly started up out of his apathy, leaned -his handcuffed hands on the table, and tried to speak. Everything melted -into a dull roar inside his head—the light turned to scarlet—he had -fainted. - -All of them hastened up to help him—Auntie foremost, in spite of her old -legs. Slowly he came to himself again, and then he tried to think. He -remembered what had happened, in a dim sort of way. What now? What -should he answer if they asked him whether Kobus’s supposition was -correct? It was—and yet, if he acknowledged that he had gone to Klaas on -that particular evening to give him medical help, then he would have to -expect for the future so strict a supervision of his forbidden practice, -that it would thenceforth be almost impossible to carry it on. And he -could not give it up—he could not, and would not. But to be looked on as -a thief! Oh, if he could only think—think quietly and calmly. But this -fever! this fever! No, it was his duty, his calling, and he must be true -to it, though he should be crushed by the contempt of the whole -world—the world he longed to do good to. And wildly, as a wave of -delirium swept over him, he said, “No! no! no! I didn’t do that! The -chest is not mine! I know nothing about it, and wish to know nothing—do -you hear? I am no doctor; I am only a poor schoolmaster! I am much too -stupid to be a doctor, and I have never done anything of the sort! I’m a -thief—a wretched thief—a thief!” He cried shrilly once more, with all -his strength, “A thief!” and let his burning head drop on his heaving -breast. - -His hearers looked at each other. Not one of them now believed in his -guilt, and even in the burgomaster—who was only narrow-minded, not -bad-hearted—every hostile feeling now gave place to pity. - -“Come, Dominie,” he said, laying his hand on the old man’s shoulder, -“come, you mustn’t make so much of it as all that. We all understand the -whole business now; and as for the medicine-chest, I forbid every one -here present to say one word about it!” At these words the burgomaster -looked round him with such a solemn air of command, that Kobus cast down -his eyes, and Hannes shuddered with sheer reverence. But the great man, -mindful of his duties as presiding judge, went on—“Now, defendant, you -are acquitted; you may go.” - -But Auntie flew up in a storm of indignation. “What! go? My patience, -me! Burgomaster, don’t you see the poor soul can hardly sit in his -chair? Come, Hannes, you great lout, what are you loafing about there -for, you great long booby, you? Run out, and tell them to send some -menfolks to carry the Dominie home. Quick now!” - -This classic oration produced a visible impression on Hannes, and, -before long, he came back with several men, who carried the schoolmaster -away, Auntie walking behind, and saying, from time to time, “Take care! -take care!” When it became known outside that the Dominie’s innocence -was established, every one set up a loud cry of joy. - -Inside, however, the burgomaster and Kobus were looking at each other -with serious faces. “I haven’t written down anything, with all the -confusion,” said Kobus. The burgomaster considered. If the matter were -reported in town, he would probably get well laughed at for his mistake. -And what about the forms in which such a narrative, if reported, would -have to be clothed? No; it was best to put the whole thing aside, and -say no more about it. - -“Veldwachter, it seems to me that this matter is not now of sufficient -importance for us to communicate it to the judicial authorities of the -_parquet_; so you may go too.” - -Without understanding half of this speech, Kobus was able to catch the -burgomaster’s drift,—the matter was at an end. So he went home, -reflecting how frightfully learned the burgomaster was. - - C. K. ELOUT. - - - - - _MY HERO._ - - -I was a boy of twelve or thirteen, and, just like other boys of that -age, full of life, mischief, ideals, and illusions. - -A good-for-nothing little scamp out of school, I was, under the master’s -eye, a queer mixture of the genuine mischief-loving boy and the zealous -pupil. If I found no attraction in the dry science of arithmetic and the -rules of grammar, all the more did I feel attracted by the history of -all nations in general, and ours in particular. - -Yet not altogether; it was only the warlike Spartans and Romans, our own -crusading knights, and the fierce and enterprising Gueux,—in short, only -those whom I looked upon as heroes who could arrest my attention. - -Frequently it vexed me that my lunch-slice of bread and butter did not -consist of black, coarse bread; sometimes I felt a deep disdain for my -clothes, so different from those in which the Roman legions marched to -victory; all peaceable merchant-vessels were an abomination to me,—I -knew but one ideal—to be a hero. - -What I understood by a hero was not quite clear, even to myself,—only -this was certain, that no one could be a hero unless he had won many -great battles over stronger adversaries, or had blown up his ship in -order to save the flag, or ended his glorious life covered with wounds -in the breast (never in the back, of course!). In short, my idea of a -hero was somewhat complicated; but this much was certain, that a great -hero ought to be able to show a large number of wounds and scars, and -that his bravery should be equalled by his generosity. - -I wished to be a hero myself, but as I quite understood that I was too -young for the position at present, my great desire was, at least, to see -and know a hero. - -I sought everywhere for this superior being, and thought at last that I -had found my ideal in our new “odd man,” who had been a soldier, and had -a large scar on his cheek. - -From this one outward and visible token of his bravery, I argued that he -must have more hidden about his person, under his clothes. These wounds, -alas! I could never hope to see, as he did not live in the house, but -came every day to clean boots and run errands. - -I was, however, firmly convinced that they existed. The only drawback to -his greatness was the fact that he had both his arms and no wooden leg. -I would much rather it had been otherwise, but managed to content myself -with his many unseen wounds. - -I was still seeking an opportunity of asking him how and when he had -become a hero, when I was suddenly bereft of my illusion. - -Our kitchenmaid was beforehand with me. - -One day, when I had furtively slipped out to the kitchen, in order to -question Frans, I heard Mie, our maid, say— - -“I say, Frans, have you been in the wars, that you have such a mark over -your face?” - -Then he replied— - -“In the wars! I believe you! We’ve nothing more to do with wars in this -country, now! No,—when I was leaving the service, I treated my chum one -night. But he got drunk and outrageous, and chucked me through a window, -so that I cut my face open. No—I didn’t get it in the wars—and jolly -glad of it, too!” - -I stood thunderstruck—the tears rose in my eyes. - -No wounds on his breast! Even the scar was a delusion and a snare. I no -longer believed in living heroes. They no longer existed. - -But I was going to be a hero all the same. And till I was able to -re-introduce the breed, I would content myself with the dead heroes of -the past. - -[Illustration: - - “I HAD FURTIVELY SLIPPED OUT TO THE KITCHEN.” -] - -But there were so many of them—and I wanted a special hero all to -myself. Where should I find him? - -De Ruyter was a hero, killed by the enemy’s shot—but I had nowhere read -that he had many wounds. - -Bayard!—but I knew so little of him—and besides, he was not a Dutchman. - -Cæsar—Napoleon—Blücher!—but how about the wounds? - -Besides, every one knew that these were heroes; and I wanted one for -myself—for my own special worship—not one of the universally famous -ones. - -My search, however, was not to be fruitless long. I found my hero in the -following way. - -There were to be drains laid down round the old church in our city; and -the ground being dug up for that purpose, a number of skulls and bones -were found in the black earth. - -All the boys of the school went to look as soon as they could get away, -and it may be supposed that I did not remain behind. We were all -inspired with a frenzied enthusiasm for relics of antiquity. We grubbed -about in the earth of the opened graves, to find coins, pots, or even -potsherds if we could get nothing else. We envied the town workmen, who -were allowed to keep on digging and finding all day long; and scarcely -had it struck twelve when we flew to the Kerkplein, to see what these -greedy persons had left us, and to discover anything that might have -escaped their search. - -But we found nothing—neither did the diggers. Most of the boys, -therefore, gave up the search—I, alone, did not. I was seeking a dead, -unknown hero,—while they were looking only for coins and nicknacks. I -knew for certain that I should find something, when there were not so -many eyes on the watch, and therefore I remained away from school one -morning in order to go to the old churchyard. - -For a long time nothing at all had been found—not even bones or -mouldering boards; so that all the other boys too—those who did not -belong to our school—had grown tired of coming. - -Luck, however, was with me! - -On one particular spot, at some distance from the church, pieces of -skeletons again began to be dug up. The workmen examined the earth to -see if it contained anything of value, but found nothing. My eager eye, -however, spied among the clods a lump of a different colour. I loosened -the earth from it, and found, to my great joy, a flattened bullet. - -That was a discovery! - -I turned over the heap of earth, and thus came into possession of six -bullets, and a little copper plate covered with earth and rust. - -The bullets!—My hero was found! - -Reverently I picked up some bones which had been thrown aside, and -carefully packed the remains of my hero in my school satchel. - -My hero!—a real hero now!—not an imaginary one, like Frans, the odd man. - -When I came home, in a tumult of joyful excitement, I secured my -treasure safely in my play-box, to which I had a key. And then I had my -hero safe—all to myself! - -At dinner, I looked round triumphantly, and felt the deepest disdain for -my parents and sisters. They had never made such a discovery! They could -not even understand what it is to possess the very remains of a hero—the -hero himself! I scarcely ate anything for pride and joy, till my mother -said— - -“Why, Con, you’re not eating. Are you not well?” - -I could only stammer a few words, and then thrust a whole potato into my -mouth in order to prove my appetite, which, happily, reassured my -mother. - -As soon as dinner was over, I darted to my own room to assure myself -that I had not been dreaming, and that my hero existed in very truth. -The bones and bullets, and the little metal plate, were there still. - -I contemplated them all once more, with a look full of love and -reverence, and went downstairs again, so as to arouse no suspicion. - -Never had I been a better-behaved boy than on that evening. I played -with my little sister as nicely as possible; I was obedient as I had -never been before,—all for fear that some unlucky circumstance might -lead to a discovery of my hero on the part of my parents. - -At last it was time to go to bed. At last I was alone with the sacred -relics of the man who had stood six bullets, without reckoning the -innumerable wounds—to be taken for granted—on his breast! - -I gazed at the bones, brown and dirty as they looked—at the flattened -bullets, and rusty bit of metal, with deep reverence. The plate probably -bore his name; but if so, it was illegible with the dirt. Should I clean -it? I burned with eagerness to know his name, and felt half inclined to -do it; but desisted, thinking that, being rusty, and covered with earth, -it would prove its age much better than if it were bright and polished -up like new. - -At last, after long contemplation of my treasures, I locked them up, and -put the key under my pillow, for fear of burglars. Once in bed, however, -I could get no sleep. All sorts of ideas relating to my hero crossed and -recrossed my brain. - -In the first place, I resolved to make a secret of him. It is a glorious -thing to have a secret all to one’s self—and such a secret! - -It was settled, then—no one was to see or hear anything of him. I alone -was to possess my Hero, and be able to worship Him. - -Then I began to wonder who he could have been, and when he had lived, -and where he had fought and died. - -It was quite clear to me that the six bullets represented but a small -part of his wounds, for it was not possible that he had been killed on -the field of battle by the sixth of those bullets. I knew that the -fallen are always buried on the field of honour. Therefore he must have -died of other wounds,—probably sword-cuts, lance-thrusts, or the -like.... Then I fancied all sorts of biographies for my hero. - -I should have liked best of all for him to have been a Crusader; but I -was forced to give up that idea, seeing that in those days there were no -guns, and therefore no bullets. - -I therefore resolved to seek in more modern times. - -A Water Gueux slain in fight? That, too, would not do. _They_ were -wrapped in a flag, and with a “One, two, three—in God’s name,” let down -into the sea. - -I weighed all possible cases—to reject them again immediately. - -At last I hit upon the following, which satisfied me pretty well:—My -hero had fought in Napoleon’s wars, and was for his valour promoted by -the great Emperor to the rank of general. In all battles he had been -foremost, and many a wound bore witness to his courage. Napoleon had -even chosen out a kingdom for him; when fortune changed, and all nations -rose to free themselves from the power of the great conqueror. - -Then my hero had left his place in the army, and his exalted offices, -and had ranged himself under his country’s flag to serve her as a -private soldier. - -After giving numerous proofs of courage, he was so severely wounded at -the battle of Waterloo,—where he defended the colours of his regiment, -single-handed, against a large number of the foe,—that he felt his end -approaching. And when he knew that the victory was won, he dragged -himself home to his native town to die. - -His funeral was a splendid one, and the fallen hero was buried in a spot -apart from others, who were not thought worthy to be near him, even in -death. - -This last circumstance I added, after long consideration, to explain the -isolated position of my hero’s grave. - -Another difficulty, however, presented itself. Why was there no monument -erected to him? - -The solution of this question cost me no little trouble. In our church -there were two splendid monuments, with beautiful Latin verses on them; -and the men who slept under them were of far less importance than my -hero. But here, too, there was an explanation. My hero himself had said -on his deathbed that he did not wish for a monument, but preferred to -rest simply under the green grass;—his name would live well enough -without one! - -This, however, raised a new difficulty. I had never heard of any hero -buried in the former burying-ground close to the church. Happily, -however, I remembered to have read somewhere that “ingratitude is the -world’s reward.” - -He was forgotten! - -That grieved me deeply; but I determined with myself to revive the -memory of his name, when I should be somewhat older, and could write in -the papers, and become a member of the Useful Knowledge Society. Then I -would tell people how great my hero had been, and how ungratefully the -world had treated him. Till then, he should remain my secret. - -Of course I had adorned him with all sorts of chivalric qualities. I had -seen him in my thoughts as the protector of helpless women, as the -avenger of wrong; I had seen him risk his life at the command of his -superiors, and in order to win one look from his lady. - -And I had ended by endowing him with the crowning grace of modesty. Of -this I was not a little proud. I knew for certain that all the other -boys’ heroes would be brutal and arrogant, and set upon getting -monuments for themselves. - -Mine, however, was modest ... and his reward was oblivion.... Yes—till I -should arise ... _then_ my hero should be greater than all others. - -Happy that now I knew _all_ about my hero, youth and excitement were too -much for me, and I fell asleep. - -Next morning I arose, no longer a boy—not even a man. I was a great man. -I had a task before me. I must give back to my hero his just fame and -honours. - -I had even assumed a new manner!—marbles and suchlike games were now -beneath me,—and I thought the other boys uninteresting and childish. -They, on their part, soon found that I had become tiresome and pedantic, -and asked me if I had come in for a fortune, and was now too much of a -swell for them. I only laughed, and wrapped myself once more in my own -glory. - -This lasted a few days, and then I began to find out that the solitary -enjoyment of glory and a secret was not so great a pleasure as I had -thought. Happily I had two bosom friends—Wil and Ed. - -I resolved, after many heart searchings of heart, to share my wealth -with these two. After I had sworn them to secrecy, and also exacted a -solemn promise that they would not endeavour to appropriate my hero to -themselves, I told them of my discovery, and all I knew of him,—for what -I had myself imagined now seemed like truth to me. I enjoyed their -evident jealousy, and, still more, their admiration and reverence for -me. - -“But, Con,” said Wil at last, “what is the hero’s name, really?” - -I stood aghast. I had never thought of that! But they shall never exult -over me because I did not know the name of my own hero. So I mentioned -the first name that came into my head—“Jan Liller.” - -[Illustration: - - “AFTER I HAD SWORN THEM TO SECRECY.” -] - -Happily, they believed me. - -From that day forward there was a constant whispering among us, a -mystery in our conversation, even on the most unimportant subjects, -which drove all the other boys wild with curiosity. But we revealed -nothing. We had even determined, for fear of discovery, never to speak -of my hero otherwise than as “L. J.”—even when we were alone. J. L. -seemed to us much too dangerous. - -Sometimes little boys were sent out to listen to us, under pretence of -carrying on their games in our neighbourhood. But we were on our guard, -and only talked all sorts of nonsense when the small spies were within -hearing. Thus my secret did not leak out. Yet we could not be silent -altogether. - -In school, when the master told us about the great men of our country, -from Claudius Civilis to William the Silent, we smiled pityingly, and -said to each other, afterwards— - -“L. J. could have done better than that!”—or, “They ought to have tried -L. J.; he could have taught them something!”—and the like—so that we -began to be called “L. J.’s.” But we took great care that no one should -find us out, and were very proud of our secret. - -I say _our_ secret,—yet, after all, it was really mine, for I had shown -the bullets, the metal plate, and the bones neither to Wil nor to Ed. -They thus only knew the half—and no more than I had thought fit to tell -them. The finest and most important part of all was unknown to them. Of -course they acted as if they had been _au fait_ in the whole thing; but -they were nothing of the sort. - -At home, my changed behaviour began gradually to attract general -attention. I had assumed a mysteriousness of demeanour, from which my -father—judging from long experience—argued that there must be some -special piece of mischief on hand. - -As I frequently remained lost in thought, and no longer cared for games -as I used to do (I thought them childish since the discovery of my -hero), my mother came to the conclusion that I was not well; while my -little sister, of course, was as curious as a girl can be. Therefore the -three, each for his or her own reason, were constantly at my heels. I -soon noticed this, and it was no small hindrance to my doings and -projects. - -I scarcely dared to produce my hero, for fear some one should come to my -room unawares and surprise me in the midst of my relics, and so discover -my secret. - -My plans, more especially, were in danger! - -I wished—as a homage to the glorious Jan Liller—to make an elegant -little casket, lined with precious bits of silk, plush, and lace, to -preserve therein his precious relics, and the glorious evidences of his -heroic existence. I intended to make the fretwork casket myself,—but I -durst not do it in the general sitting-room. Whenever I could, I stole -away to my own little room, and went to work there. Once I was surprised -by my mother when very busy; but when she saw my work, she pretended not -to have noticed anything. My conscience reproached me bitterly; for I -understood that my dear mother had thought I was working at a present -for her approaching birthday. - -But, for the moment, my hero took precedence of everything. I hoped to -be able to buy something for my mother’s birthday, trusting to the ready -aid of my father’s purse. - -On a certain day, when I was out for a walk with my father, he suddenly -said to me, “Well, Con, is the digging in the Kerkplein all over? I have -not been there for some time. I suppose you have been there to see -whether anything in your line has been turned up?” - -Did my father suspect anything? and was he fishing? - -I answered evasively. - -“I have not been there since last week.” - -[Illustration: - - “DID MY FATHER SUSPECT ANYTHING?” -] - -That was true—for just a week ago I had found my hero—and after I had -found him, I was satisfied. The charm of rooting about among the graves -had vanished. There was nothing more to find now. - -“I only thought,” said my father, jokingly, “that you had found a -treasure—you are so mysterious lately. Say, my boy, have you grown rich, -and are you going to keep your money all to yourself?” - -“I have never found anything, father,” I stammered, full of shame at the -lie, and yet full of satisfaction at my courage—in daring to tell a -falsehood to save my hero from discovery. - -Happily my father changed the subject, by asking me if I had any present -in view for mother’s birthday. To be honest, I had to answer no, for my -hero had taken up all my thoughts and energies. But just as I was -thinking what to say, a great, a glorious idea rose up in me. What could -be a better present for my mother than my hero? - -At the sacrifice of my secret,—of my own discovery,—I would surprise her -with the revelation of my find, and share my hero with her! It was a -hard struggle, but, once resolved, I could say with cheerful assurance, -“Yes, father, I have something very, very nice!” - -“That’s good, my boy!” said my father, as he patted me approvingly on -the shoulder. “Do your best to make it so, for your mother deserves it.” - -Since the old churchyard had been mentioned, I was eager to find out if -my father knew anything about my hero. Therefore I asked, with as -careless an air as I could assume— - -“Say, father, who used to be buried in that place round the church?” - -“Why, my boy, I don’t know. It must be at least fifty years since that -burying-ground was used. When I came to live here the new cemetery was -already opened, and I really do not know who was buried in the old -place.” - -“But, father, did you never hear of _any_ one that was buried there?” - -“No,” said my father; but, after thinking a little, he went on: “Yes, I -do, though! they buried Kees Van Assen there. I heard so the other day -from Notary Van Tefelen.” - -Could that be my hero? It might well be, why else should the old -burying-ground have been mentioned at the notary’s? - -Surely, then, he must have been a great-uncle or distant cousin of that -odious Alfred, whom we always called “the Muff,” because he never would -join our games for fear of getting bruised and scratched, or soiling his -clothes and hands. - -“Was Van Assen a hero, father?” I uttered the words with difficulty. - -“A hero, my boy? No, certainly not. No, quite the contrary!” - -“A coward, father? I thought as much.” - -“Indeed, and why?” - -“Because that stupid boy of the minister’s is Van Assen too, and he _is_ -a coward!” - -“That does not follow. This Van Assen was not in any way related to the -minister’s family. At least I believe not. But he was not a coward, he -was far worse. He was a traitor to his country. He betrayed the town to -the French.” - -“And what did they do to a low fellow like that?” I asked, full of pain -and indignation that a countryman of mine could have betrayed his native -town to the enemy. - -“At first, nothing; for at that time he was protected by the French. But -when they were gone, his fellow-townsmen razed his house to the ground, -and he was shot.” - -“Then he was buried in the churchyard?” - -“Well, yes; because his family was a rich and distinguished one, they -consented to bury him in the churchyard; but, of course, it was done -without show or splendour. I know no more about it.” - -“Don’t you know in which corner he was buried?” - -“Yes, the corner by the baker’s shop.” - -Now there were two corners of the churchyard which had a baker’s shop -near them. Near one of them, I had found my hero; but he was called Jan -Liller, and not Van Assen! I resolved never more to buy tarts or buns in -the corner where the traitor was buried,—that was accursed from -henceforth. We had been in the habit of going there, because we got far -more for our money than elsewhere. - -It now at once became clear to me that this baker knew of the traitor’s -neighbourhood, and was afraid of losing his customers unless he sold his -goods very cheap! - -I had not thus gained much information by my inquiries. Only I had found -a new point of comparison, my hero _versus_ Van Assen! Jan Liller was -dearer to me than before, now that I could contrast him with a -contemptible Van Assen! My hero had become greater than ever! - -As soon as I reached home, I ran to my own little room, in order to gaze -my fill on his relics—to steep my soul in his greatness. - -On the stairs I felt for my key. - -What was that? It was not in my pocket! I had not lost it—I was certain -of that. Then I must have left it sticking in my box, and in that case -my secret—my hero was lost! - -A terrible fear overcame me. My steps dragged on the stairs. With a -sinking heart I opened my door,—my presentiment had not deceived me! - -There stood my little sister before the open box! - -“You horrid girl—what are you doing with my things? Keep off!” I -screamed, when I saw my secret revealed. - -“But, Con! you had left the key in the lock, and I just looked in!” -cried my sister, terrified. - -[Illustration: - - “DASHED THEM ON THE GROUND!” -] - -“Yes—it’s just like girls—always bothering about things that don’t -concern them. You’re always meddling with everything, and spoiling other -people’s things!” - -“Oh, Con! don’t be so angry! I only just wanted to look! And, just -see,—I’ve been cleaning up this dirty little brass plate that was -inside. I’ve made it look quite nice—and there’s some writing on it.” - -At the same time she thrust the now glittering brass plate into my -hands. - -I looked at it. - -Everything seemed to turn round with me. Everything was black. I could -see nothing but the glittering yellow plate, and the name engraved on -it:— - - KEES VAN ASSEN, - - 1813. - -I dropped the brass plate, seized the bones and the bullets out of the -box, and dashed them on the ground. - -There lay my hero! - - CONRAD VAN DER LIEDE. - - - - - _NEWSPAPER HUMOUR._ - - -To keep apples from spoiling, they should be placed in a cool room in -the house occupied by a family with eight children. - - * * * * * - -_Florist._ “Look at the blush on these roses, sir.” - -_Bachelor_ (_with a look at his purse_). “I see. They must be blushing -at the exorbitant price you charge for them.” - -[Illustration: - - FLORIST: “LOOK AT THE BLUSH ON THESE ROSES, SIR.” -] - - * * * * * - - DOMESTIC MORALITY. - -“You have not been looking sharp, Bet; the butcher has given you more -bones than meat again.” - -_Bet._ “Well, I told him so at the time. I said, _if it was for myself I -wouldn’t take it_.” - - * * * * * - -_Actor._ “When I was last acting here, the public were so enthusiastic, -you can’t imagine. Why, they insisted on _carrying_ me back to the -hotel, when I left the theatre.” - -_Critic._ “Man, man, you don’t mean to say you were so far gone as -_that?_” - - * * * * * - -_Patient._ “Doctor, I think I have had an attack of the gout.” - -_Doctor._ “Stuff and nonsense! if you had really had one, you couldn’t -_think_—you’d know it.” - - * * * * * - -“Father,” inquired a small boy, “what does a ‘Paradise’ mean?” - -“A Paradise, my son, is the corner by the fire when your mother has gone -to stay with her friends for a few days.” - - * * * * * - - A HARMLESS INSECT. - -_Traveller._ “Waiter, how can you give me soup like this?—there’s a fly -in it.” - -_Waiter._ “Oh! _that_ won’t hurt you—it’s quite dead.” - - * * * * * - -A lady having engaged a new man-servant, answering to the name of -Joseph, told him that she would always ring once for him, and twice for -her maid. - -A short time after this, she rang the bell, but Joseph failed to appear. -She grew impatient, and pulled the bell-rope again. The maid entered. - -“I did not ring for you; I wanted Joseph. Why does he not come?” - -“Joseph,” replied the maid, “is sitting by the fire, reading Madame’s -paper. When Madame rang the first time, he told me to look out, for he -should not wonder if you were to ring again. And when Madame did so, he -turned to me, and said, ‘See? that’s for you.’” - - * * * * * - -“Why, ma’am,” said the housemaid, when she heard that her mistress had -been very unwell during the night, “why didn’t you tell me when you felt -ill?” - -“I didn’t want to wake you, you had been working hard all day, and——” - -“Oh! that’s nothing; you might have called me all the same. I sleep so -sound that you would never have waked me.” - - - - - _A RASCALLY VALET._ - - - _A room in a hotel. Tables and chairs are covered with portmanteaus, - carpet-bags, clothes, &c. On a table (L.) is an open jewel-case, - (R.) a sofa; in the background a bed. Frans (Jonker Van Bergen’s - man) is discovered half-reclining on the sofa, smoking a cigar._ - -_Frans_ (_sings_). - - “Mon maître est un filou, - Et moi j’ n’ suis pas bête, la, la....” - -That was indeed a barbarous idea—leaving me at home. “Charité bien -ordonnée commence par soi-même,” as we used to say at Paris. My -gentleman’s gone out a-courting, and I may just sit and grumble in these -confounded lodgings! He hasn’t the smallest grain of feeling. Why -couldn’t he remember that while he’s busy making love to his silly -cousin, and flattering his cracked old aunt,—that is, making fools of -both of them,—I might, in the meanwhile, very appropriately amuse myself -with the maid! - -Pretty little thing, that Sophie! Just a little bit _bête_, still—but -that will come all right in time—I’ll educate her fast enough. We -haven’t been to Paris for nothing. I had views on her already, when we -were here eighteen months ago. She was then a mere child, and I had not -yet seen Notre Dame and the Pont-Neuf. In point of fact, come to think -of it, I was still very young, and not _au fait_ about life. I can -clearly remember getting quite confused when the postman’s flaxen-haired -daughter scolded me for ... come, Frans, let those things rest ... she’s -at rest herself.... How could I help it, if the girl was so gone on me? -Why didn’t her father take better care of her? What is a father for, if -not to look after his daughter? - -What a difference, when I think of those days! Confused! ashamed!—why, I -don’t know the meaning of the words. The only thing I’m ashamed of now, -is that I ever had the _faiblesse_ to be ashamed of anything. And now -that, thanks to my education in the _guinguettes_, I have become quite a -_jeune homme accompli_,—now that I might have begun a nice diversion -with the _suivante_ of my master’s intended, ... now I’m got rid off -with a gruff, “Frans, stay and look after the room!” - -He’ll talk in a different tune when he finds he needs me again to get -him out of some scrape or other. Then it is, “Frans, dear Frans, save -me; I don’t know what I’m to do!” Frans is good enough for that. But -besides this, _au fond_, it’s unjust to leave me here indoors. A man is -a man, and has reason and freewill. Jonker Van Bergen goes out courting. -So we see that beings with reason and freewill do go courting. But I too -am a man; I have freewill and reason—therefore I ought to go out -courting too. That is clear and undeniable. - -Glorious logic! Precious philosophy! Invaluable gift of Heaven, which is -scattered with generous hand at Paris. Beloved nurse of all that ... -that.... - -And with all that I’m sitting here indoors, like Job, on his ancient -sofa. It is annoying; it’s very annoying! It’s the most annoying thing -in the world! It could not possibly be worse; it’s _ennuyant_, -_étouffant_, _embêtant_! - - [_Jumps up angrily, and walks backwards and forwards, smoking._] - -I’m curious to know whether he’ll get through with his business, and -succeed better than last year. The devil grant he may! Otherwise it’s -all up with him—all up—and he’s ruined! If he hasn’t made his -lady-cousin his own, with all that belongs to her [_goes through the -gestures of counting money_], within a month, he’s a dead man! -Physically dead, financially dead, civilly dead,—dead in every possible -way! Dead to _chambertin_, _baronfayol_, and champagne; dead to the -_bouillotte_ table; _dead pour tout ce qui porte un jupon ... -enfin_—burst up! - -This wouldn’t really matter so much if these gentlemen hadn’t the -disagreeable habit of dragging down every one about them in their fall. -[_Makes a wry face._] The cheques! the cheques! - -I am anything but _à monaise_, as we used to say at Paris. We have only -a month before us. Before that time we must have money to pay up, or the -whole thing will go smash. And then he’s quite capable of saying that it -was I who forged the cheques. Then come examinations and -cross-examinations, witnesses _à charge_ and _à décharge_; reply, -duplicate, triplicate, or whatever they call it; and the end of it is -that the President puts on the black cap—grim fashion that!—and has a -sentence read out, in which poor Frans is very badly used on the score -of ... complicity! - -I might indeed get hold of a lawyer who has studied the _circonstances -atténuantes_, as we used to say at Paris; but what’s the good, when the -stupid bench don’t understand them? Civilisation is at such a low ebb in -this land of ours. Quite otherwise over there. I attended a trial in -France ... a woman who had committed the _sottise_ of hacking her child -to pieces, chopping it up small, and cooking it ... what further could -you have? It would have been a bad look-out for her in this country. -Over there, she simply had to take the precaution of providing -_circonstances atténuantes_, ... and she got off all right. That’s what -I call philanthropy—civilisation! Just look for civilisation _here_! -there’s nothing of the sort. Everything is taken ill here. If your -scales or your weights are not quite right, they take it ill of you! If -you call a man a thief or a scoundrel, in the friendliest way in the -world, and can’t produce your proofs on the spot, they take it ill of -you! Just as if those were not the biggest scoundrels of all against -whom nothing can be proved! If you happen to swear falsely, they take -that ill too! Why, not long ago I heard of a man undergoing very -unpleasant treatment in public, because he—it seems incredible—because -he had set his own house on fire! Stupid nation this! Not the faintest -notion of the universal rights of mankind! The house belonged to him; -what business was it of people’s what he did with it? Why shouldn’t he -make a bonfire of it as soon as smoke this “light brown”? (Good cigar, -too!) Yes, they say, but ... his _next-door neighbour_! Stuff and -nonsense! Am _I_ not to illuminate, because somebody else prefers to sit -in darkness? If my next-door neighbour has cat’s eyes, he had better go -and live somewhere else. - -No, no,—that delicate feeling,—that tact,—that talent for making black -white with all the facility in the world, and without fear of -contradiction,—and above all, the glorious _circonstances -atténuantes_,—_all these_ you find only in France! - -Splendid invention, those _circonstances atténuantes_! They are the -lightning-conductor of the Procureur du Roi’s wrath, as we used to say -at Paris. They are galvanism applied to the Code Napoléon. They are ... -in short, they are anything you please. - -Oh, pleasant France! beloved France! When I say France, I mean Paris. -Paris, with its _bals-musard_! Paris, with its _rendezvous_ on the -Boulevards and in the Bois de Boulogne! Paris, with its _limonadières_, -_fruitières_, _bouquetières_, and all other _ières_! - - [_Begins to recite, with exaggerated action._] - - “O France! O precious land! O paradise o’ the world! - I greet thee, though the marsh and mud ... marsh and mud....” - -... well, never mind; I shall hit it some other time. How is one to find -a rhyme to “world”? I ought to have begun differently. But what I mean -is, that if ever I find myself mixed up in this _fâcheuse affaire_ of -the cheques, I shall at once make my native country a present of my -citizenship, and take shares in France. Then I shall have the right of -being attended to by a French court, take a few _circonstances -atténuantes_ with me, and Frans is all right—quits the court without a -stain on his character! - -A greater fool than that young Huser I never saw in all my born days. -Who ever heard of a man letting himself be ill-treated in the place of -another? I never could understand that story. The imbecile! I wish I -knew where to find him; I should go to him, and say, “Huser, my dear -boy, we’ve made a mistake again about a signature or two; do make -yourself responsible for the error—there’s a good fellow.” I believe, -upon my soul! the man would be fool enough to do it over again. I can’t -explain the matter, but I dare swear that Huser, in spite of his sour -face, was the most faithful chum in the world. I would bet something -that he had been brought up at Paris, or at least had a French nurse or -a Swiss _bonne_. Sacrifices like that it would be vain to look for -elsewhere ... [_A knock at the door._] Ho, hey! _entrez_. - - [_Sits down on a chair in the middle of the stage, stretching his - legs straight out in front of him._] - -Look here now, Frans, you must represent your master, the noble and -honourable gentleman, Jonkheer Karel Bernhard Anton Jozef Delmare Van -Bergen Van Wiesendaal! (_Raises his voice._) _Entrez!_ - - _Enter_ GENERAL VAN WELLER, _in undress uniform, with a riding-whip in - his hand_. - -_Frans_ (_without looking round_). Who’s there? - -_Van Weller._ Look round, and perhaps you’ll know. - -_Frans._ I’m just like Louis Napoleon’s knights—I do well, but I don’t -care to look round.[7] - -_Van Weller_ (_looks round with displeasure, then approaches and gazes -fixedly for a few moments at Frans_). No, you are not he. You are too -low-looking a fellow to be my nephew. Who are you? - -_Frans_ (_without changing his position_). In the first place, or, as we -used to say at Paris, _primo_, I must request you to allow me to express -my thanks for your very flattering opinion with regard to my -physiognomy; _secundo_, it would be the proper thing for you to do me -the favour of informing me of _your_ name. - -[Illustration: - - “ENTREZ.” -] - -_Van Weller._ Insolence personified!—my nephew cannot be far off. (_To -Frans._) My name is Jan Weller. Who are you? - -_Frans._ I don’t know. - -_Van Weller._ It is surely your place to know. - -_Frans._ Alas! who in this corrupt age does know himself? At Ephesus, it -was written—— - -_Van Weller._ That does not concern me, or you either. What is your -name? - -_Frans._ That’s another matter. My late master used to call me.... - -_Van Weller_ (_impatiently_). Well? - -_Frans._ ... when he was in a good-humour, “You vagabond!” - -_Van Weller._ Pretty! very pretty! If you keep up this game much longer, -I shall be tempted to write that name on your back with my horsewhip! - -_Frans._ Don’t do that, please. It would cause confusion, as it is not -my name at present. - -_Van Weller_ (_smiling_). Well, tell me your name, then? - -_Frans._ Girls who don’t know me call me “Angel,” or something similar. -Others,—of earlier date,—“scoundrel, wretch, miscreant,” and I don’t -know what all ... mostly words that are not to be found in the -_Dictionnaire de l’Académie_. - -_Van Weller._ Tell me, in the devil’s name, who you are, fellow! - -_Frans._ My mother used to call me Levi.... - -_Van Weller._ Well then? - -_Frans._ Yes, but ... that is not my name. She only called me so, -because there was a Jew of that name who sold vegetables down our -street, and I could imitate him so well. - -_Van Weller._ It is enough to exhaust any man’s patience! Speak out, -once for all, in whose rooms am I? - - [ANDRIES _puts his head in at the door_.] - -_Andries._ Are you here, General? - -_Frans_ (_springs to his feet_). General? Your obedient servant! - -_Van Weller_ (_to Andries_). Come in! [_Enter Andries._] Ask this fellow -his name. If he does not answer briefly, and to the point, as soon as I -give the word “March!” you take him by the collar and throw him out of -window. - - [_Andries salutes, turns on his heel, and marches up to Frans. Frans - approaches the bed._] - -_Van Weller._(_to Frans_). What are you going to do? - -_Frans._ With your permission, General ... I have always been a lover of -military exercises, but being only a civilian I am not at all well up in -window-throwing drill, and so, I thought, a couple of pillows on the -pavement.... - -_Van Weller._ Andries, bring the fellow here! - - [_Points to the floor with his riding-whip. Frans escapes Andries - who walks toward him with a stiff military step._] - -_Van Weller._ Quick march! Seize him, and bring him here! - - [_Sits down. Andries seizes Frans, and drags him roughly to the spot - indicated, but in such a manner that Frans stands with his back - to the General._] - -_Van Weller._ Right about face! - - [_Andries turns Frans round by the shoulders, forcing him to face - the General,—then takes a step backward, and remains standing at - attention._] - -_Van Weller._ (_throws the riding-whip to Andries_). Take it! Now, -attend! When I say “Out!” you begin to thrash him till the word is given -to stop. (_To Frans._) What is your name? - -_Frans._ I have already told you, sir, that my mother— - -_Van Weller._ Out! - - [_Andries lays on with the whip._] - -_Frans._ No—no—oh!—my name is Frans Varel, General! - -_Van Weller._ Leave out the “General!” for the future. And the “oh!” -also. Answer briefly what I ask you—no more, no less. What is your -profession? - -_Frans._ Valet, or rather secretary, to—— - -_Van Weller._ Enough! Who is your master? - -_Frans._ Jonkheer Van Bergen. - -_Van Weller._ Just so, that must be the right man! Has he any other name -besides Bergen? - -_Frans._ My master’s full name is Jonkheer Karel Bernhard Anton Jozef -Delmare Van Bergen Van Wiesendaal. (_Aside._) Oh! how miserably I’m -representing him! - -_Van Weller._ How old is your master? - -_Frans._ I think he is twenty-eight. - -_Van Weller._ The same! the same! How long have you been in his service? - -_Frans._ We grew up together. - -_Van Weller._ Then you knew his father? - -_Frans._ Certainly. It was he who used to call me “vagabond,” when—— - -_Van Weller._ That is not what I am asking. How long is it since the old -gentleman died? - -_Frans_ (_considering_). Fifteen or sixteen years. - -_Van Weller._ Did he die of an illness? - -_Frans._ He certainly did not die of health. - -_Van Weller_ (_impatiently_). Speak out—what did he die of? - -_Frans._ Of ... of ... an exaggerated sense of honour. - -_Van Weller._ Speak plainly, fellow, or I’ll give the word! Relate what -happened shortly before his death. - -_Frans._ Shortly before his death.... - -_Van Weller._ Well—be quick! - -_Frans._ He was still alive. - -_Van Weller_ (_angrily_). Out! - - [_Andries lays on with the whip._] - -_Frans_ (_quickly_). Stop! - -_Van Weller_(_to Andries_). Why are you not thrashing him as I told you? -You hear him trying to make a fool of me! - -_Andries._ The word was given to stop, General. - -_Van Weller._ He gave it, not I! - -_Andries._ There was nothing about that in the orders, General. - -_Van Weller._ I am in sole command here, of course. Now speak, you -scoundrel, quickly! _Out_—— - -_Frans._ Oh, sir! I’m beginning! The next day—— - -_Van Weller._ What? What day? I know nothing yet! - -_Frans._ Monsieur Socrates also knew nothing. The recognition of this -fact is the source of all wisdom, General. I am telling you the story in -my own way, beginning at the end. I belong to the school of M. Dumas and -M. Sue. - -_Van Weller._ Don’t wear out my patience any longer, fellow! Relate -consecutively what took place on the last day of Mr Van Bergen’s life. - -_Frans._ He got up at half-past four in the morning, and put on his -socks and boots. I did not see this, but I am induced to believe it, as -he appeared, a little later, with his boots and spurs on. It is thus a -fair inference that he had just put them on, unless, like M. Charles -Douze, he had been sleeping in them—in which case.... - -_Van Weller._ Are you quite incorrigible? Don’t tell me the story like -that! - -_Frans._ Am _I_ to blame? _N’est pas conteur qui veut._ I did not -profess to be a good story-teller, General. - -_Van Weller._ Silence! I ask you for the last time whether you are -willing to relate, in a proper manner, what you know of the affair? - -_Frans._ About Charles Douze? He was born—— - -_Van Weller._ Out! - - [_Andries strikes Frans with the whip, several times._] - -_Frans._ Ai! ai!—oh! General!—I’ll tell you everything! - -_Van Weller._ Stop! (_To Frans._) Now go on, and think of your back. - -_Frans._ The old gentleman had come back from an assembly at Court, the -evening before, very much put out. They said he had had a quarrel, and -was to fight a duel next day. I only know this by tradition, as you may -say, because I and the young master were under arrest, locked up in the -summer house, because we had stolen apri—— - -_Van Weller._ Never mind the apricots, and tell me about the duel. - -_Frans._ Well, then—my master must have slept very badly that night. -This, too, I only know by way of tradition; and since tradition -represents the border-land between the dark region of myth and the -daylight of history—— - -_Van Weller._ Out—— - -_Frans._ Ow!—wait—listen! Next morning he went out at five o’clock, and -came home at half-past six, mortally wounded. He had a bullet in his -left breast, whence I infer that he had been shot. But I cannot with -certainty—— - -_Van Weller._ Silence! Who was his adversary? - -_Frans._ That I do not know. The coachman who drove the master out, -said.... - -_Van Weller_ (_impatiently_). Well? - -_Frans._ Said he did not know either. - -_Van Weller_ (_stamps his foot_). Did your master die soon after? - -_Frans._ Yes—at half-past one that afternoon ... as near as I can guess. -For, you see, as the young gentleman had fastened a frog to the pendulum -of the big clock that stood in the hall—— - -_Van Weller._ To the deuce with your frogs and your clocks! Answer -me—did any one come to see Bergen before his death? - -_Frans._ Yes; three officers, one of them a major. - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). Ah! that was Huser. (_To Frans._) What happened -then? - -_Frans._ They were admitted to see him, but the servants were sent away. -But as I have always been very fond of tragedy scenes, I managed to peep -through the keyhole; and I saw that the Major fell on his knees beside -the bed, and cried. The kneeling was very well done ... his _contenance_ -was simply perfect ... I was all attention. Old Mr Van Bergen held out -his hand to him, and said—— - -_Van Weller_ (_rising quickly_). That is just what I want to know—go on! - -_Frans._ That he was thirsty. - -_Van Weller_ (_sits down again, as if disappointed_). That’s not what I -meant. Go on! - -_Frans._ They gave him something to drink. Then he sat up in bed, and -put his arms round that officer. “Let us part in peace,” he said, “_sans -rancune_!” The officer kept on crying, and said, “Can you ever forgive -me, Bergen?” The master smiled, and said, “Gladly! gladly!—_sans -rancune_, dearest——” - -_Van Weller._ Well—dearest _what?_ - -_Frans._ I couldn’t catch the name. And I never saw that Major again. I -heard that he died about six months later. - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). It must have been Huser—not a doubt about it! -(_To Frans._) And then? What happened next? - -_Frans._ The wounded man asked one of the officers to call his little -Charles—that was the young master, who was still in the summer-house—_I_ -had got out.... The young gentleman came up to the bed, and, instead of -being pleased at getting out sooner than he expected, he began to cry -too. - -_Van Weller._ Go on, go on! - -_Frans._ After being silent for some time, the master said to the -Major—— - -_Van Weller._ Go on, do, fellow! I’ve been waiting for that about an -hour! - -_Frans._ He said,—“Don’t distress yourself over my death. It was in fair -fight. My fate might have been yours. Only—be a father to my poor -Charles!” - -_Van Weller._ What next? - -_Frans._ The Major began to sob again, and cried, “I swear to you I -will!” Then Baron Van Bergen smiled pleasantly, held out his hand to him -once more, and died. [_V. W. remains lost in thought._] It was a -touching scene, General. The old gentleman died almost as naturally as -M. Furneau of the Théâtre Royal. I should have been quite overcome with -emotion if the other two officers had possessed any knowledge of the -stage. They seemed to be novices, who had never been in Paris. Not the -faintest idea of tragic action—they didn’t even wring their hands! Of -course that of itself gave them a stupid attitude—— - -_Van Weller._ Will you hold your tongue? How was it that you never saw -this officer again? - -_Frans._ They said in the kitchen that he was abroad with his son, and -that when he came home he was going to take Master Charles with him. But -he never came back. - -_Van Weller._ And his son? - -_Frans._ I never heard anything about him. - -_Van Weller._ Have you ever seen him? - -_Frans._ Never. - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). I think the fellow is lying. (_To Frans._) Did -you ever know a man by the name of Huser? - -_Frans._ Huser? Yes, very well indeed. He was the young master’s -greatest friend. Or rather—for they weren’t exactly friends—he was ... -he did ... he gave ... well, I never quite knew what to make of that -Huser. - -_Van Weller._ Now we’re getting near it! What became of Huser? - -_Frans._ H’m!—nothing much! ... he did not turn out anything to boast -of, General. He was careless,—he was fast ... that is to say, he wasn’t -exactly that. He gambled ... at least, no, he never gambled. But ... in -short, I don’t know anything about it. All I know is, that he came to -smash in the end. - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). Poor Gustav! poor boy! (_To Frans._) Go on, man, -tell me all you know. - -_Frans._ He had a difference of opinion with the Procureur du Roi, as we -used to say at Paris. He had been imprudent—(_whispers_)—forged -cheques!—people took it ill of him,—and—you know the law, General! - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). Poor boy! (_To Frans._) But how was that -possible? Was he in debt? - -_Frans._ On the contrary, his father had left him plenty of money, and -he lived very economically. - -_Van Weller._ And he did not play, you say? - -_Frans._ Never. He had old-fashioned notions on that head. - -_Van Weller._ Was he, perhaps, given to courting? - -_Frans._ Oh! no—he was too stiff and solemn for that. He always looked -sulky and discontented. He was a tiresome sort of fellow. I think, even, -that he used to make verses. - -_Van Weller._ And he was your master’s friend? - -_Frans._ No, and ... yes! He was always with us, and at our rooms. He -always helped the young master when he had the chance; but afterwards he -used to give it him like blazes. - -_Van Weller._ Strange, very strange! And how long ago is that? - -_Frans._ Four years. - -_Van Weller._ What was your master doing then? - -_Frans._ Nothing. - -_Van Weller._ How? I thought he was at the university. - -_Frans._ Well—studying, and doing nothing—that comes pretty much to the -same thing. - -_Van Weller._ And this Huser? - -_Frans._ Before that _fâcheux évènement_ I spoke of, he was studying -too. I think he wanted to be a lawyer.... - -_Van Weller._ Silence! Nothing but what I ask you! Is your master a good -sort of man? - -_Frans._ He might certainly be better. - -_Van Weller._ Silence! You deserve a good thrashing. He is a bad servant -that speaks ill of his master. If I ask you any question that you would -injure your master by answering, then you are to hold your tongue. Do -you understand? I don’t want to make any traitors. Remember this -carefully, or I shall give the word. Did your master play high at the -university? [_Frans is silent._] ... So—he’s silent ... therefore our -young gentleman _did_ play ... therefore he is betraying his master by -his silence.... Out! - - [_Andries strikes him._] - -_Frans._ Oh! my dear good gentleman, what _am_ I to say? No, no, the -young master never gambled. - -_Van Weller._ He lies! Yes—I forgot to say that if you don’t tell the -truth, I shall give the word too. Did your master gamble at the -university? Out! - - [_Andries again raises the whip._] - -_Frans_ (_points to the window_). Fire! fire! for heaven’s sake!—save -yourselves! ... fire! - - [_The General hastens to the window. Andries remains rigidly at his - post. Frans runs to the door._] - -_Frans._ I should have done that sooner. (_With a low bow._) General, -your humble servant. - - [_Exit._ - -_Van Weller_ (_returning from the window_). I see nothing, absolutely -nothing. Where is the fellow? - -_Andries._ He’s run away, General. - -_Van Weller._ Why didn’t you hold him? - -_Andries._ That was not in the orders, sir. - -_Van Weller._ The scoundrel has been making a fool of me! Never mind—I -know enough for the present. Do you know him, Andries? - -_Andries._ Yes, sir, he’s a good-for-nothing fellow. - -_Van Weller._ Of course—like master, like man! - - _Enter_ SOPHIE, _with a note_. - -_Sophie._ You here, Andries? (_Looks at General V. W._) Who’s this man? - -_Andries._ Hush—sh! - -_Van Weller_ (_to Andries_). Silence! (_To Sophie._) What do you want -here, my girl? - -_Sophie_ (_looks hard at him_). I have a note for young Mr Van Bergen’s -man. (_To Andries._) Hasn’t Frans been here? Surely this is the -gentleman’s room? He said number four, and—— - -_Van Weller._ Just give me that note. - -_Sophie._ Are you Mr Van Bergen’s man too? - -_Van Weller._ Yes. Give it here. - -_Sophie_ (_to Andries_). Will it be all right if I give it to this man? -[_Andries does not answer._] Good gracious! what’s the matter? Why are -you standing there as glum and stiff as if you were on parade? - - [_Tries to seize his hand, but he pushes her gently back._] - -_Andries_ (_nodding towards the General, who is watching them with an -air of amusement_). Eh! - -_Sophie_ (_shakes him by the arm_). Do speak! What is it? - -_Andries._ Eh! - -_Sophie._ Has _he_ made you like that? (_To Van Weller._) What does this -mean? I don’t like it. It doesn’t suit me at all. May I ask you, for the -last time, to tell me what it means? [_Van Weller laughs heartily._] -Still better! He thinks he’s making a fool of me. [_Turns to Andries and -shakes his arm again._] Andries, Andries, do speak, or I shall be angry! - -_Andries_ (_under his breath_). Do be quiet! It’s the General! - -[Illustration: - - “ENTER SOPHIE WITH A NOTE.” -] - -_Sophie._ Oh! (_Turns to Van Weller._) Please, sir, may I ask why you -wouldn’t let Andries go out on leave the other day? That was not nice of -you. I’d—— - -_Van Weller_ (_to Andries_). Who is this pretty child? - -_Andries._ She’s Mam’zelle Sophie, Freule Van Wachler’s maid. - -_Van Weller._ Why, that’s fortunate! (_To Sophie._) Well, and how is my -sister Koosje? - -_Sophie_ (_surprised_). Your sister Koosje, sir? - -_Van Weller._ Yes—Mevrouw Wachler! - -_Sophie_ (_curtseys_). Very well, sir. (_To Andries._) Think of that—I -never knew that the mistress’s Christian name was Koosje. Why, that’s a -name any one of us might have! - -_Van Weller_ (_to Andries_). Are you in love with this charming -creature? - -_Andries._ With your permission,—yes, General. - -_Sophie._ _That’s_ nice of you, Andries! _I_ never asked any one’s -permission. And supposing the gentleman were to say, No? - -_Van Weller._ Well, well,—you may make your mind easy,—I won’t say No! -(_To Andries, calling him aside._) Something has just occurred to me. I -don’t want that rascal to tell his master that I have been questioning -him. Does he care about...? [_makes the gesture of drinking_]. - -_Andries._ Yes, General. - -_Van Weller._ And try to persuade your sweetheart to stay here a little. -I should like to talk to her. - -_Andries._ Yes, General. (_To Sophie._) Just give your note to the -General, Sophie, and answer him nicely if he asks anything, and be as -pleasant and polite as you can. Remember, he can let me off on leave! - - [_Salutes, and turns to go, but comes back._] - -_Van Weller._ Well—what is it now? - -_Andries._ Am _I_ to be drunk, too, General? - -_Van Weller._ No need for that! March! - - [_Exit Andries._ - -_Sophie._ Do you wish to take the note, sir? - -_Van Weller._ Just lay it down here. - -_Sophie._ But I think there’s some hurry about it. The young gentleman -said I was to bring a key back with me. - - [_Van Weller takes the note, and reads it, with gestures of - astonishment. Looking round, he sees the casket. He goes up to - it, and stands still, lost in thought. At last he takes the key - out of the lock and gives it to Sophie._] - -_Van Weller._ There’s the key, my girl. You have done your errand -well—so go now—just go. - -_Sophie._ But Andries said you wanted to talk to me. - -_Van Weller._ Yes ... no ... it’s hardly needed now.... Or.... -(_hesitating_) How are things going, Sophie?—is there to be a wedding -soon? - -_Sophie_ (_confused_). Yes—if Andries.... - -_Van Weller._ I’m not speaking of Andries now—I mean in the Van Wachler -family. - -_Sophie._ Ah! I think there will, indeed! for the young lady has three -lovers. - -_Van Weller._ That’s enough to begin with. I had only heard of one. And -who are they? - -_Sophie_ (_counts on her fingers_). First, Jonkar Van Bergen,—then the -music-master, Holm,—and the third is old Mr Buys. - -_Van Weller._ What do you say?—a music-master? - -_Sophie._ Oh, don’t laugh at him, sir—he’s such a good man! It’s only a -pity that he’s always so sad. - -_Van Weller._ And why do you think he is one of the young lady’s lovers? - -_Sophie._ Why—because Mr Van Wachler said so himself. - -_Van Weller._ Surely you misunderstood him, my good girl. - -_Sophie._ Why so? For my part, I should prefer him to Jonkar Van Bergen. -Mr Holm is less merry and cheerful, but then one can see that he has had -his troubles. They say he is a prince, who has for some reason or other -turned music-master,—but I’m not sure of that. - -_Van Weller._ And Jonkar Karel? - -_Sophie._ Jonkar Van Bergen is—but please don’t say I said so, sir—I -don’t think he is to be trusted. This morning, he had been talking to -Madame about the young lady and Mr Holm—Madame is very much opposed to -the music-master.... - -_Van Weller._ That I can well believe! - -_Sophie._ Well ... he put his arm round her neck and kissed her, and -when she was out of the room he made fun of her, though she had just -been calling him “_charmant garçon_.” Later on, I heard him say, “Just -as silly as ever! She’ll choke with her affection some day!” Now, do you -call that a man to be trusted, sir? - -_Van Weller._ No, not exactly. [_Chucks her under the chin._] But old -Buys now?—how did you come to think of him? - -_Sophie._ I don’t quite understand how it is. I never used to notice -anything. He is nearly as old as you, sir—and one can’t love a man like -that, can one? - -_Van Weller_ (_with a start_). Ah! - -_Sophie._ I mean love like—love as one—— - -_Van Weller._ Yes, yes, I understand. I’ll make you a present of the -explanation. - -_Sophie._ Well—I know nothing about it—but, the other day, when I went -up to her sitting-room—now don’t say I told you, sir! - -_Van Weller._ No, no—just go on. - -_Sophie._ She was sitting on his knee, and he kissed her. - -_Van Weller._ Well, I’m surprised at my niece! - -_Sophie._ Oh! don’t think any harm of her, sir! The three lovers is the -only thing, and I don’t think the worse of her for that! If I were a -man, I’d want to be her lover too,—I’m sure I would! - -_Van Weller_ (_aside_). I think I must be on the track. (_To Sophie._) -Look here, can you hold your tongue? - -_Sophie._ Yes—when I’ve nothing to say. - -_Van Weller._ When you get home, don’t mention having seen me. I have -just returned from Java, and want to surprise the family. Give young Mr -Karel the key, and say you had it from Frans. - -_Sophie._ But—that would be a story. - -_Van Weller._ Did you never tell a fib in your life? - -_Sophie_ (_after thinking a while_). Only once—when Andries asked me -whether.... - -_Van Weller._ All right, my child. Say whatever you like. - -_Sophie_ (_coaxingly_). Please, sir, if Andries asks for leave—— - -_Van Weller._ He shall get it! If I were Andries, and had a sweetheart -like you, I should have deserted long ago! - - [_Exit Sophie._ - -_Van Weller_ (_alone_). I shall find him—I must find him!—on my soul I -will find him. [_Starts, as if remembering something._] That note!—there -was something about Huser in it. [_Takes it up and reads._] “Frans, lock -the casket at once,—I forgot it. There are letters from Huser in it that -concern us alone. Send me the key.” Why is he so anxious to keep these -letters secret, as if the existence of the State depended on the -publication of a student’s correspondence? I left the box open—but it’s -not honest, Weller! [_Walks up and down, as if in doubt._] It’s not -honest. But, Gustaf!—perhaps it will help me to trace him! I _will_ read -them! [_He goes up to the box, takes out some papers, looks at them, and -lays them aside. At last he comes to one which he appears to -recognise._] That’s Gustaf’s hand. [_Sits down, reads, and seems much -disturbed. At last he jumps up._] Andries! Yes, my presentiment did not -deceive me! Oh! my noble boy, where are you? Gustaf! Gustaf! But that -scoundrel—that Karel Van Bergen,—who, Heaven mend it! calls himself my -nephew. I must see him! He shan’t have that girl of my sister’s, though -she were ten times as much of a coquette, and had twenty lovers instead -of three! She would still be too good for him! Andries! - - _Enter_ FRANS, _intoxicated_. - -_Frans_ (_sings_). - - “Mon maître est an filou - Et moi j’ n’ suis pas bête ... la ... la....” - -Ah! good-morning! good-morning! _Mon maître est un filou._ Oh, yes! but -we’ve had _circonstances_, splendid _circonstances_—to begin with. - -_Van Weller._ Andries! - -_Frans._ Andries is a good fellow, a downright good fellow—but just the -least bit _bête_. Never been to Paris, sir? Are you coming to Paris? -_Allons mourir pour la patrie._ - - [_Approaches the General._] - -_Van Weller_ (_pushes him away roughly, so that Frans falls on the -sofa_). Lie there, beast! Andries! - -_Frans_ (_muttering_). _Mon maître est un filou...._ [_Falls asleep._] - - _Enter_ ANDRIES. - -_Van Weller_ (_stamps his foot_). Where the devil have you been all this -time, fellow? Get the horses—at once—I must see the king immediately! -[_Exit Andries._] My poor boy shall be righted, or they shall never hear -the last of it! - - MULTATULI. - (_From_ “_The Bride in Heaven_.”) - - - - - _DROOGSTOPPEL INTRODUCES HIMSELF._ - - -I am a coffee-broker, and live at No. 37 Lauriergracht. It is not my -custom to write novels, or any such thing; so it was a long time before -I made up my mind to order a couple of reams of paper and begin the work -which you, dear reader, have just taken up, and which you ought to read -if you are in the coffee business,—or, in fact, if you are anything -else. And not only have I never written anything which was in the least -like a novel, but I don’t hold with even reading anything of the sort, -because I am a man of business. For several years past, I have been -asking myself, what is the use of such things? and I am perfectly amazed -at the impudence of poets and novelists in palming off upon you things -which have never happened, and, for the most part, never can happen. -Now, in _my_ business,—I am a coffee-broker, and live in the -Lauriergracht, No. 37,—if I were to send in to a principal (a principal -is a man who sells coffee) an account containing only a small part of -the untruths which are the main point in all poems and romances—why, he -would at once go to Busselinck & Waterman. (Busselinck & Waterman are -coffee-brokers too; but it is not necessary for you to know _their_ -address.) So I take good care not to write any novels, or send in wrong -accounts. I have always noticed that persons who let themselves in for -that kind of thing generally get the worst of it. I am forty-three, and -have been at the Exchange for twenty years, so that I have every right -to put myself forward when a man of experience is in demand. I have seen -plenty of firms fail in my time! And usually, when I examined into the -causes of their failure, it seemed to me that they must be sought for in -the wrong direction given to most people in their youth. - -_I_ say, “truth and sound sense!” and that I stick to. The mistake comes -in, in the first place, with Van Alphen;[8] and that in his very first -line about the “dear little creatures.” What on earth could induce this -old gentleman to call himself an adorer of my little sister Truitje, who -had sore eyes; or of my brother Gerrit, who was always biting his nails? -And yet he says that “he sang these verses, compelled by love.” I used -often to think, when I was a child, “Man, I _should_ like to meet you, -just for once—and then, if you refused me the marbles I should ask you -for, or the whole of my name in chocolate letters” (my name is Batavus), -“then I should consider you a liar.” But I never saw Van Alphen. I think -he was already dead when he used to tell us that my father was my best -friend. I thought far more of Pauweltje Winser, who lived next door to -us. And that my little dog was so grateful for kindness! We never kept -dogs, because they are dirty. - -That is the way children are brought up; and, later on, come other lies -again. A girl is an angel! The man who was the first to discover that, -never had any sisters of his own. Love is bliss! One is going to fly, -with one object or another, to the end of the earth. The earth has no -ends; and, besides, love is madness. No one can say that I do not live -happily with my wife,—she is a daughter of Last & Co., coffee-brokers. I -am a member of _Artis_,[9]—she has a shawl that cost ninety-two -florins,—and yet there was never any question between us of a foolish -love like that, which insists on living at the very end of the earth! -When we were married, we made a little tour to the Hague, she bought -some flannel there, and I am wearing under-vests made of it to this -day,—but love never drove us out into the world any farther than that. -Thus, it is all madness, and lies together!... It is not verses alone -that seduce the young into untruthfulness. Just go into the theatre, and -listen to the falsehoods that are being spread abroad there! The hero of -the play is pulled out of the water by some fellow on the point of going -into the bankruptcy court. Then he gives the fellow half his fortune. -That cannot happen! Not long ago, when my hat was blown into the -Prinsengracht I gave the man who brought it back to me twopence, and he -was quite satisfied. Of course, I know I should have had to give -something more if it had been myself that he pulled out, but certainly -not half what I possess. Why, it is quite clear that, on this principle, -one need only fall into the water twice to be ruined! But the worst of -it is, with such things represented on the stage, the public gets so -accustomed to all these falsehoods, that it thinks them fine, and -applauds them. I should just like to throw a whole pit full of such -people into the water, and see whose applause was sincere. I, who hold -by the truth, warn every one that I am not going to pay so high a -salvage for the fishing up of my person. Any one who is not satisfied -with less, may just let me stay where I am. On a Sunday, however, I -should pay rather more, because then I wear my gold watch-chain, and my -best coat. - -Yes! the stage ruins many—still more than the novels. It looks so well! -With a little gold tinsel and paper lace, things can be made so -attractive. For children, that is to say; and for people who are not in -business. Even when they want to represent poverty on the stage, the -picture given is always a false one. A girl, whose father has gone -bankrupt, is working to keep the family. Very good! There she sits, -then, sewing, knitting, or embroidering. But just count the stitches -that she takes in the course of the whole scene. She talks, she -sighs,—she keeps running to the window,—but she does not work. The -family who can live on such work as this, must have few wants indeed! Of -course a girl like this is the heroine. She has thrown several villains -down the stairs. She continually calls out, “Oh! my mother! my mother!” -and thus represents virtue. What sort of a virtue do you call that, that -takes a year to finish a pair of woollen socks? Does not all this give -people wrong ideas about virtue and working for their living? - -[Illustration: - - “AND HE WAS QUITE SATISFIED.” -] - -Then her first lover—he was formerly a clerk at the copying-book, but -now a millionaire—suddenly comes back and marries her. Lies again. A man -with money will never marry a girl from a house that has failed.... And -then—virtue rewarded! I have had plenty of experience in my time; but -still it shocks me terribly when I see truth perverted in this way. -Virtue rewarded! Isn’t it just like making a traffic out of virtue? It -is not so in this world, and a very good thing it is that it is not. -Where is the merit of being virtuous, if virtue is to be rewarded? Now, -I am as virtuous as most people, but do I expect to be rewarded for it? -If my business goes on well,—which, in fact, it does;—if my wife and -children keep in health, so that I have no worry with the doctor and -chemist;—if, year by year, I can put away a little sum for my old -age ...;—if Fritz grows up a good man of business, so that he can step -into my shoes when I retire and go to live at Driebergen, ...—well, if -all these things are so, I am quite content. But all that is a natural -result of circumstances, and of my attention to business. I don’t ask -for any special reward for my virtue. - -That I am virtuous, is quite evident from my love for truth. This—next -to my attachment to our orthodox belief—is my ruling passion. And I -should like the reader to be quite convinced of this, because it is my -excuse for writing this book. - -A second passion, which rules me quite as much, is my devotion to my -business. And it is these two which have caused me to write this book. I -am now going to explain how this happened. - - MULTATULI. - (_From “Max Havelaar.”_) - - - - - _DROOGSTOPPEL PAYS A CHARITABLE VISIT._ - - - Droogstoppel had undertaken to publish a volume selected from the MSS. - of his old schoolfellow Havelaar—_alias_ “Sjaalman,”—who had returned - from the Indies in great poverty. He was preparing it for the press - with the help of his son Fritz and his German clerk Stern. He soon - found that the work involved difficulties. - -Besides the difficulty of selecting and arranging what was necessary out -of such a mass of materials, there were constantly occurring in the MSS. -words and expressions which Stern could not understand, and which were -new even to me. They were mostly Javanese or Malay. Moreover, many -abbreviations were used, which were difficult to decipher. I saw that we -needed Sjaalman, and as I do not think it good for a young man to pick -up undesirable acquaintances, I was unwilling to send either Stern or -Fritz. I took with me some sweets that had remained over from our last -party,—for I am always one to think of things like that,—and I set out -to look for his abode. It was not a very brilliant one,—but there is no -such thing as equality among people, so how can they all expect to live -in the same sort of houses? He says something of the same kind himself -in his essay on “Claims to Happiness.” Besides, I don’t think anything -of people who are always discontented. - -It was in the Langeleidsche Dwarsstraat, in a back-room upstairs. The -ground floor was occupied by a second-hand dealer, who sold all sorts of -things—cups and saucers, furniture, old books, glass, pictures by Van -Speyk, and I don’t know what else. I was terribly afraid of breaking -something; for in such a case the people always charge you more than the -things are worth. A little girl was sitting on the steps, dressing her -doll. I asked her whether Mr Sjaalman lived there. She ran away, and -presently her mother came. - -[Illustration: - - “A SECOND-HAND DEALER, WHO SOLD ALL SORTS OF THINGS.” -] - -“Yes, he lives here, sir. Just you go upstairs to the first door, and -then up the next floor to the next door, and then another flight of -stairs, and then you can’t miss it. Mijntje, just run up and say there’s -a gentleman. Who shall I say is asking for them, sir?” - -I told her I was Mijnheer Droogstoppel, coffee-broker in the -Lauriergracht, but that I would announce myself. I climbed up as high as -they had told me, and heard a child’s voice singing inside the door on -the third floor. I knocked, and the door was opened by a woman—or a -lady. I really did not quite know what to make of her; she looked very -pale, and tired, and the look in her face made me think of my wife on -washing-day. She was dressed in a long white shirt or jacket, without a -waist, that hung down to her knees, and was fastened in front with a -black pin. Under this, instead of a proper skirt or petticoat, she wore -a piece of dark flowered linen, wound round her several times, and -rather tight at hips and knees. There was no trace of folds, width, or -fulness, such as there ought to be in any decent woman’s dress. I was -glad I had not sent Fritz, for I thought her costume very indelicate; -and what made it still stranger was the ease with which she moved—as if -she felt quite comfortable like that. The creature seemed quite -unconscious that she did not look like other women. Moreover, she did -not seem in the least embarrassed at my coming. She hid nothing under -the table, and did not push the chairs about, or do any of the things -you always see people do when a respectably dressed stranger comes in. - -She had her hair combed back like a Chinese, and fastened behind her -head in a sort of twist or knot. I have heard since that her dress was a -sort of Indian costume, which they call _sarong_ and _kaabai_ out there, -but I thought the whole thing very ugly. - -“Are you Juffrouw Sjaalman?” I asked. - -[Illustration: - - “A LONG WHITE SHIRT OR JACKET.” -] - -“Whom have I the honour of speaking to?” she said, in a tone that seemed -to convey that I ought to have said something about _honour_ too. - -Well—I don’t hold with compliments. A principal is a different matter, -and I have been in business long enough to know what I am about; but I -didn’t think it necessary to use much ceremony in a third-floor back. So -I said, without more ado, that I was Mijnheer Droogstoppel, -coffee-broker, Lauriergracht, No. 37, and I wanted to see her husband. -Well—and why should I have made any more fuss about it? - -She offered me a rush-bottomed chair, and took a little girl on her lap, -who was sitting on the ground playing. The little boy, whom I had heard -singing, looked full at me, and stared at me from top to toe. He, too, -did not seem in the least embarrassed. He was a little chap of about -six, as queerly dressed as his mother. He had on a wide pair of -knickerbockers that did not come down to the knees; and his legs were -bare from there to the ankle. Very indecent, I think. “Have you come to -talk to papa?” he asked, in a way which showed me at once that his -upbringing was not at all what it ought to be. But because I did not -quite know what attitude to take up, and also wanted to talk a little, I -answered, “Yes, my little fellow, I want to talk to your papa. Do you -think he will be coming in soon?” - -“I don’t know; he’s gone out to look for some money to buy me a -paint-box.” - -“Hush, my boy,” said the woman. “Play with the pictures a little, or -with your Chinese puzzle-box.” - -“Why, you know the gentleman came and took all the things away -yesterday.” - -So that was the way he spoke to his mother—h’m! ... and there had been -“a gentleman,” it appeared, to “take everything away.” ... Cheerful -visit, this! The woman, too, did not look in good spirits; she turned -away and wiped her eyes, when she thought I could not see her, as she -put the little girl down on the floor beside her brother. “There,” she -said, “now play with Nonnie a little.” An extraordinary name for a -child. - -“Well, Juffrouw,” I asked, “do you expect your husband in soon?” - -“I cannot say for certain,” she answered. - -At this the little boy suddenly left his sister, came up to me, and -asked, - -“Sir, why do you call mamma Juffrouw?”[10] - -“Why, what then, youngster?” said I, “what ought I to say?” - -“Why ... just like other people. The Juffrouw lives downstairs—she sells -saucers and tops.” - -Well—I am a coffee-broker—Last & Co., Lauriergracht, 37—there are -thirteen of us in the counting-house, and, if you count Stern, who gets -no salary, fourteen. And yet my wife is simply called _Juffrouw_; and -does any one expect me to go and say _Mevrouw_ to _that_ person? -Certainly not. Every one ought to keep his place; and what’s more, the -sheriff’s officers had been there the day before, and taken away the -furniture. So I thought it quite the proper thing to say _Juffrouw_, and -stuck to it. - -I asked why Sjaalman has not come to my house to fetch back his parcel. -She seemed to know all about it, and said that they had been away—at -Brussels. He had been writing for the _Indépendance_ there, but had been -obliged to give it up, because the paper had so often been refused -admission into France on account of his articles. They had returned to -Amsterdam a few days since, because Sjaalman had heard of a situation -there. - -“At Gaafzuiger’s, I suppose?” - -Yes, that was the name. But it had come to nothing, after all, she said. -Well, I knew more about that than she did. He had dropped the bound -volume of _Aglaia_, and he was lazy, pedantic, and in bad health ... -just so; that was why they discharged him. - -She added that he meant to come and see me one of these days,—perhaps he -was even now on his way to my house,—to ask me for an answer to the -request he had made to me. - -I said that he could come when it suited him, but that he was not to -ring the bell, because that gives the servant so much trouble. If he -waited a little, I told her, some one would be sure to come out sooner -or later, and he could go in then. And then I departed, taking my sweets -with me, for, to tell the truth, I didn’t like the look of things at -all. I did not feel at my ease there. Why, a coffee-broker is not a -crossing-sweeper, or a street-porter, I should think; and I am sure I -look respectable enough. I had on my fur-lined overcoat, and yet she sat -there as calmly, and talked as unconcernedly to her children, as if she -had been alone. Besides, she seemed to have been crying, and if there is -anything I cannot put up with, it is discontented people. Besides, it -was chilly and unsociable in the place,—I suppose, because the furniture -had been taken,—and I like a room to look cosy and comfortable. As I was -going home, I thought I would try and keep on my old clerk Bastiaans a -little longer,—because, after all, I don’t like turning a man into the -street. - - MULTATULI. - (_From “Max Havelaar.”_) - - - - - _APHORISMS._ - - -I think so much of Heine that I am glad I never met him. - -Two people are never at the same moment equally angry with one another. - -The assertion that we prefer other work than that given us to do, -frequently implies a dislike to any work whatever. - - * * * * * - -Two left-hand gloves do not make a pair. Two half truths do not -necessarily constitute a truth. - - * * * * * - -A horseman once fell from his horse, and since then every one who is -thrown calls himself a good rider. - - * * * * * - -Every one has thoughts. Only with a few persons does the _thought_ -become an _idea_. Still fewer are those who know how to reproduce the -form and colour of their ideas. And to those who do, people continually -say, “Just what I was thinking!” Just so—except for the outline—except -for the colour—except for the light and shade. That is—except for a -great deal. - - * * * * * - -He who has gone farthest astray is best able to find the right road. I -do not say that much straying is necessary to know the way. Nor yet that -every one who has gone astray knows it. - - * * * * * - -When a swift runner breaks his leg, the crawlers have a _bal paré_. - -[Illustration: - - “TWO PEOPLE ARE NEVER AT THE SAME MOMENT EQUALLY ANGRY WITH ONE - ANOTHER.” -] - - * * * * * - -Take one piece of advice. Don’t be advised by any one. - - * * * * * - -Between soul and speech lies the length of a trumpet. I think—I almost -believe—that few trumpets are as short as the Dutch. - - * * * * * - -In the hospital at Amsterdam a sailor was to have his leg amputated. The -professor—I mean Tilanus—took it off for him. The man calmly smoked his -pipe, clenched his teeth now and then, but kept the upper hand of the -pain. - -Professor T. admired his spirit, and spoke in praise of it while he was -putting on the bandages. - -Suddenly the courageous patient gave a yell. The Professor had pricked -him with a pin. - -“How! _you_ calling out like this? You, who just now——” - -“That’s true; but look here, Professor, _the pin was not in the -bargain_!” - -The sailor was right. - - * * * * * - -Professor Z. was a friend of Apothecary Y.’s. He invited him to tea one -day by means of a note, which got lost. - -The note was picked up by a man who knew the signature, and deciphered -the rest. He read it as a prescription for convulsions in cattle. - -Moral: Not a day passes but the public surprises me with a reading of my -writings which is still wilder than the interpretation of Professor Z.’s -note. - - MULTATULI. - - - - - _OF SELF-DEPRECIATION._ - - -Now I am going to tell you how humility came into the world. - -_Pygmee_ was small of stature, and liked looking over other people’s -heads. In which he was seldom successful, because he was so very small. - -He went on a journey to look for people smaller than himself, but he -could not find them. And his longing to look down on them became more -and more intolerable. - -At last he came to Patagonia, where people are so tall that even the -children just born look down on their fathers. - -_Pygmee_ did not like this—in other people. But in his despair of -finding any smaller than himself, he bethought himself of a plan. He -invented a virtue, which proclaimed as its first principle, “_Whosoever -is taller than Pygmee must stoop till he comes within Pygmee’s line of -vision_,”—and the novelty made its way. All the Patagonians became -virtuous. When any one, by walking upright, sinned against the “first -principles” of Pygmee’s virtue, he was punished in a peculiar way. Every -one who was bowed down and virtuous jumped up and caught him round the -neck till his head reached the level of Patagonian good conduct. And the -man who was strong enough to carry all Patagonia on his shoulders, -without becoming virtuous, was set in the pillory, with a collar round -his neck, and a word inscribed thereon in the Patagonian tongue, which, -being literally translated, signifies— - - “THIS MAN MADE HIMSELF OBNOXIOUS TO PYGMEE.” - -People have tacitly agreed, however, to express it in our language -by—“_Pride_.” - - MULTATULI. - - - - - _OF EDUCATION, WITH PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATIONS._ - - -... I am positively forced to tell you that I think Dominie Pennewip’s -lot might have been counted an extenuating circumstance had he been -convicted of eight deadly sins at once. - -I have noticed that a considerable number of great men began their -careers as swineherds (see all biographical dictionaries); and it seems, -therefore, as if this employment called out the elements of all the -qualities needed to govern men—or to enlighten them. Which is not quite -the same thing.... - -... As for comparing human beings and pigs, let the reader remember the -connection between coal and diamonds, and every one will be -satisfied—even the theologians! - -But, since making this observation on the splendid prospects which await -any one who has spent his tender youth in the society of the grunting -coal-diamonds of the animal kingdom, I have several times thought it -strange that, in the biographies of great men, there should be so few -examples of ex-schoolmasters. For, after all, all the elements which -seem to constitute a pig-pasture the nursery of genius are abundantly -present in the schoolroom. - -The reverse process frequently occurs. Every day we see exiled princes -giving instruction to idle youth. Dionysius and Louis Philippe are not -the only ones; and I myself have attempted to teach French to an -American. Which proved impossible. - -If elective monarchies should come into fashion again, I should like to -see the people’s choice confine itself, by preference, to persons who -had studied mankind from models in miniature, just as one learns -geography from portable globes and atlases. All virtues, inclinations, -passions, errors, misdeeds,—all points which have to be studied in human -society,—are found in a small and comprehensive scale on the benches of -the school; and the boasted diplomacy of many a statesman only amounts, -when looked at carefully, to the tricks of which our Machiavels of three -feet high make the warp and woof of their tactics. - -The schoolmaster’s profession is not an easy one; and I have never -understood why it is so poorly paid, or, since it seems that this is an -inexorable law of nature, how it is that people are always found to fill -it, instead of drawing the same pay as drill-instructors, and showing -soldiers how to load their guns, which is less perplexing to the mind, -and gives you more fresh air, with oxygen in it. - -Or else, I should prefer to be a minister. For the latter has to do with -people who are quite at one with him as to the matter in hand, and come -and listen to him of their own free choice; while the teacher has to -keep up a constant fight with reluctance on the part of the pupils, and -also with a highly dangerous set of rivals, in the shape of tops, -marbles, and paper dolls—not to mention sweets, changing teeth, scarlet -fever, and weak mothers. - -Pennewip was a man of the old school,—at least so he would appear to us -if we saw him now-a-days, in his grey coat, long waistcoat, and -knee-breeches with buckles, the whole figure crowned with a brown wig, -which he was constantly pushing hither and thither, and which was always -curled just so at the beginning of the week—if there was no rain in the -air. For curls cannot stand damp; and it was on Sundays that the man -came with the curling-tongs. - -Yet the _old-fashionedness_ is, perhaps, only relative. Who knows -whether it was not counted new-fangled in its day; or how soon the same -thing may be said of us. However that may be, the man was addressed as -“_meester_,” and his school was called a _school_, and not an -_institution_. In his school, where, according to the simple fashion of -the time, boys and girls sat side by side, you learned—or you could -learn, if so minded—reading, arithmetic, writing, the history of your -own country, psalm-singing, wool-work, knitting, marking, and religion. -All this was in the ordinary curriculum; but any pupil who particularly -distinguished him or herself by talent, application, or obedience, -received, over and above, lessons in verse-making,—an art wherein the -soul of Dominie Pennewip greatly delighted. He “finished” the boys to -the point of complete fitness for “acceptance”;[11] and, with the help -of his wife, brought the girls the length of a sampler, with a red text -on a black ground, or a spitted heart between two flowerpots. Then their -education was complete, and they were quite fit, if so minded, to become -the grandmothers of our present generation of citizens. - - * * * * * - -The school was empty, and the forms looked as though the pupils had left -all their weariness behind them there. The map of Europe looked -ill-temperedly down on the pile of copy-books, next to which lay the -quill pens, worn down to the gums, so to speak, in the pot-hooks and -hangers which have opened the gate of access to all learning so long -that the memory of man goeth not to the contrary. The difficult sum in -fractions was still visible, in all its glory, on the blackboard; but -yet, the school was no school; its spirit had fled—it was a corpse. - -Yes, the informing mind had departed with the children. For that these -carried about with them a large quantity of the above article shall -speedily be made evident. - -It was the great day on which Dominie Pennewip was to judge of the -fruits of his pupils’ poetic genius. There he sat. His much-moved wig -shared in the emotions which filled him on reading the poems; and we -will be indiscreet enough to look over his shoulder, so as, in our turn, -to be touched by impressions of never-sufficiently-to-be-appreciated -artistic enjoyment. - -Wig to the right, and at rest. - - TRYNTJE FOP, ON HER CAP. - - “My name is Tryntje Fop, - I have a cap on my head atop.” - -“Not bad; but—let us see—yes, that is better. The superfluous words, ‘on -my head,’ weaken the impression of the whole.” - -He scored through the superfluous words, and now Tryntje Fop has simply -a cap on, without a head. - -“This is the sort of terse and concise style I like.” - -Wig somewhat to the left. - - LUCAS DE BRYER, ON OUR COUNTRY. - - “Fatherland, cake, and almonds also, - In the moonlight I a-walking go; - Cake, Fatherland, and brandy-wine, - I go a-walking in the moonshine. - Five fingers have I upon my hand, - In honour of our dear Fatherland.” - -“Melodious,” said the master; “it runs quite melodiously. And there is -depth in the cake and the brandy, with the Fatherland in between them.” - -Wig to the right. - - LYSJE WEBBELAAR, ON HER FATHER’S TRADE. - - “The cat fell downstairs to-day; - My father, he sells pota- - Toes and onions.” - -“Original; but I do not like her dividing the word potatoes.” - -Wig to the left. - - JANNETJE RAST, ON A WEATHERCOCK. - - “He stands on a chimney, all soot below, - And shows the wind the way it must blow.” - -“This is not quite accurate; for, strictly speaking——, but, as a -poetical license, it may pass.” - -Wig to the front. - - GRIETJE WANZER, ON A CATERPILLAR. - - “The little caterpillar, without fear, - Jumps round upon the trees, both far and near.” - -“Descriptive poetry. There is a certain boldness in the idea of the -caterpillar fearlessly jumping about.” - -Wig at rest. - - LEENDERT SNELLEMAN, ON SPRING. - - “In the spring all is bright and gay; - My brother’s birthday is in May; - But now he has chilblains on his feet. - So we’ll praise the spring, as it is meet. - Then we’ll go for walks together, - And look for eggs at Easter.” - -“It is a pity that the rhyme is so very careless. His ideas are really -uncommon, and well developed. The transition to the egg is quite -characteristic.” - -Wig pushed down to the back of his neck. - - KEESJE, THE BUTCHER’S SON—EULOGY OF THE DOMINIE. - - “My father has killed many an ox with his knife, - But Master Pennewip is still in life. - Sometimes they were lean, and sometimes fat, - And he wears a wig underneath his hat.” - -The wig was pushed to one side—very far to one side. - -“H’m—strange—what shall I say about it?” - -The wig went back again to the extreme right. - -“What have I got to do with the oxen?” - -The wig protested, with some impressive movements, against all such -bovine relationships. - -[Illustration: - - “WIG PUSHED DOWN TO THE BACK OF HIS NECK.” -] - -“H’m—could that be what these new-fangled writers call _humour?_” - -The wig was drawn forward to Dominie Pennewip’s eyebrows, which denotes -doubt.[12] - -“I must take that boy in hand one of these days.” - -The wig came to anchor on the zenith, by way of expressing its -satisfaction at the Dominie’s intention of taking Butcher’s Keesje -seriously in hand. - - LUCAS DE WILDE, ON RELIGION. - - “Religion’s a good thing indeed, - Of which all people have great need.” - -“The fundamental idea is correct and beautiful,” said Pennewip, “but it -ought to have been further developed.” - -The wig nodded assent. - - TRUITJE GIER, ON MRS PENNEWIP. - - “The path of virtue she does show,— - Who would not gladly with her go? - And at odd moments, as is fit, - She teaches us to darn and knit.” - -The wig gave a leap of joy, and its curls embraced one another. The -master could not refrain from calling his wife to share in the enjoyment -of Truitje Gier’s effusion, which was pasted on a piece of cardboard, -and hung up above the mantelpiece in honour both of the poetess and her -subject.... - - LOUWTJE DE WILDE, ON FRIENDSHIP. - - “Friendship is a good thing indeed, - Of which all people have great need.” - -The wig did not appear quite satisfied. Lucas de Wilde’s “Religion” was -brought to light, and placed for comparison beside Louwtje’s -“Friendship.” - -“H’m ... well ... it might be possible. Instances do occur of the same -idea springing up simultaneously in two different minds.... It might ... -or could ... be so....” - - WIMPJE DE WILDE, ON ANGLING. - - “Angling is ...” - -“How! What is that?” - -Yes, indeed! there it was— - - “Angling is a good thing indeed, - Of which all people have great need.” - -The wig was in perpetual motion; it seemed as though it too were taking -part in the angling operations. - -Master Pennewip hastily turned over the papers he had not yet examined, -sorted out the productions of the whole Wilde family, and ... yes, -indeed! Mietje de Wilde, Kees de Wilde, Piet and Jan de Wilde, declared, -with touching unanimity, that religion, friendship, fishing, dreaming, -cauliflower, and conjuring are good things indeed, of which all people -have great need. It was an overwhelming flood of good things and human -need! - -What was an honest wig to do? It did the best thing that could be done -under the circumstances, and more cannot be required of any one. After -perceiving the fruitlessness of its efforts to find out any difference -between fishing and friendship, conjuring and dreaming, cauliflower and -religion, it behaved as though the matter did not concern it in the -least, and assumed a neutral position, with an air, on the part of its -little curls, of looking forward with interest to the sequel—as the -reader is no doubt doing. - -[Illustration: - - “ANGLING IS A GOOD THING INDEED.” -] - - LEENTJE DE HAAS, ON ADMIRAL DE RUYTER. - - “He climbed to the top of a tower, - And twisted ropes on the same; - Then he went to sea in a vessel, - And was crowned with eternal fame. - - “He did great deeds and glorious, - And overthrew Sallee; - The States named him victorious, - Our hero of the sea. - - “Then to marauding England - He went in wrath so dire, - The same he, most intrepid, - Besieged and set on fire. - - “How many Christian captives - He freed from slavery’s chains! - Then Netherland’s valiant warriors - Broke all his window-panes. - - “For terror of all traitors - What time he sailed the sea, - His title it was ‘Daddy’— - His wife was ‘Granny,’ she! - - “He gave the Lord the glory, - A Christian life he led,— - Then got he through his garments - A bullet, and was dead!” - -The wig clapped its curls applaudingly. It seemed delighted. Alas! the -joy of such a wig does not last long. This, too, was soon to——But we -will not anticipate.... We shall know only too soon. - - “WOUTER PIETERSE—THE SONG OF THE BRIGAND.” - -“Hey! What’s this? And Virtue—where is Virtue?” - -[Illustration: - - “ADMIRAL DE RUYTER.” -] - -Dominie Pennewip could not trust his own eyes. He turned the sheet over -and looked at the back, to see if the Virtue he had given Wouter as a -subject was hidden there. - -Alas, alas! there was no trace of virtue in Wouter’s composition. - -Poor wig! - -Yes—poor wig! For after having made it to undergo what no wig ever -underwent before,—after having tugged, plucked, ill-used, and tormented -it to an extent which would have taken more than the imagination of the -whole De Wilde family to conceive,—Dominie Pennewip tore it from his -head, doubled it up between his convulsively clenched hands,—stammered, -“Heaven and earth! Gracious goodness! where in nature did he pick that -up?”—banged it down on his head again, clapped his venerable -three-cornered hat atop of it, and flew out of the front door like a man -possessed. He went straight to the Pieterses’ house. - -Juffrouw Pieterse, Wouter’s mother, had been entertaining a few of her -friends and neighbours at a “little evening,” with tea and cake. - -“Good evening, Juffrouw Pieterse; I am your obedient servant. I see you -have company,—but——” - -“Don’t mention it, sir! Just come in and sit down!... Will you take a -cup with us—sage-milk?” - -“Juffrouw Pieterse,” replied the master, solemnly, “I did not come here -to drink sage-milk!” - -“But please sit down, Dominie——” - -It was not easy, under the circumstances, but the ladies shifted their -chairs a little, and the Dominie was finally installed in his. He was -coughing with overwhelming seriousness. He looked round on the company, -drew out a roll of papers, pulled his wig to one side, and spoke: - -“Juffrouw Pieterse! you are an honest, respectable woman,—and your late -husband—sold shoes——” - -Juffrouw Pieterse cast on Juffrouw Laps a glance of vindictive triumph. - -“Yes, sir, he did!” - -“Don’t interrupt me, Juffrouw Pieterse. Your deceased consort sold -shoes. I have had your children at my school, from the time when they -were _so_ high, to their confirmation. Is not that true, Juffrouw -Pieterse?” - -“Yes, sir,” she replied, somewhat uneasily, for she began to be -frightened at the impressive solemnity of Pennewip’s tone. “Yes, that’s -true, Dominie!” - -“And I ask you, Juffrouw Pieterse, whether you, so long as you, through -the means of your children, have had anything to do with my school, have -had any complaints—I mean, well-founded complaints, Juffrouw Pieterse—to -make of the way in which I—with the help of my wife—have given your -numerous offspring instruction in reading, writing, arithmetic, Dutch -history, psalm-singing, sewing, knitting, marking, and religion? That is -what I ask you, Juffrouw Pieterse.” - -A ghastly silence. The neighbour in the back-room downstairs, who had -repeatedly complained of the noise during the evening, had every reason -to be satisfied. - -“That is what I ask you, Juffrouw Pieterse,” repeated the Dominie, -putting on the _pince-nez_, which was considered antiquated in those -days—destined, as it was, to become the height of fashion some decades -later. - -“But, Dominie——” - -“No buts, Juffrouw Pieterse. I ask of you—or I ask you,—for it is quite -allowable, Juffrouw Pieterse, in this case, to omit the preposition,—I -ask you if you have any complaints to make—I mean, of course, -well-founded complaints—of the instruction given by me in reading, -writing——” - -“Goodness, no, Dominie!—I have no complaints; but——” - -“Is that so? No complaints? Well, then, I declare to you—— Where is your -son Wouter?” - -“Wouter? Why—oh! he went out, so he did! Hasn’t he come in yet, Trui? -Wouter is out for a walk, Dominie, with the little Hallemans—very -nicely-behaved children, Dominie,—and they live——” - -“Eh! what?—with the Hallemans, is he?—the Hallemans who go to the French -school? oh! indeed—yes! So it’s from the Hallemans he learns such -things—it must be——... loose morals ... utter depravity ... the French -school...! Well, in short, Juffrouw Pieterse,—I say that your son——” - -“Eh?” - -“I tell you that your son Wouter——” - -“Well—what has Wouter been doing now?” asked Juffrouw Laps, rejoiced, -pious person that she was, at the new misdeed she was to hear of. - -Just as Pennewip was about to open the indictment, there was another -ring at the bell,—and the unfortunate delinquent entered the room. - -“Juffrouw Pieterse,” Pennewip began, “my school is known as a good -school even so far off as Kattenburg[13]—do you hear that, and -understand it?” - -“Oh yes, Dominie!” - -“I repeat it,—well known; and more especially so on account of the good -moral tone which prevails there,—I mean, of course, in my school. -Religion and virtue are put foremost. I could show you verses on such -subjects that—but I will pass over that for the present. Let it suffice -you to know that my school is known as far as ... what do I say?—I have -even taught the son of a resident in Wittenburg,[13]—a block-maker he -was—and once, indeed, I was consulted in writing as to what was to be -done with a boy whose father lived no nearer than Muiderberg!” - -“Very good, Dominie!” - -“Yes, Juffrouw Pieterse! I am still in possession of the letter—which I -could show you if I chose; the man was a sexton, and the youth had -fallen into a sad habit of drawing unseemly figures on the -tombstones—but just on that account—I mean for the sake of the religion -and virtue for which I am so well known—I feel it my duty to take this -opportunity of informing you that I do not choose to see the good name -of my school ruined by means of that good-for-nothing rascal of a son of -yours, who stands there!” - -Poor Wouter was aghast. That sounded very unlike the appointment he had -been dreaming of—brigand-in-chief to the Pope of Rome,—which, however, -he no longer desired, having thought of a different position which would -suit him better. - -His mother was about to proceed to what she called “_her_ religion,” and -administer chastisement on the spot, in order to satisfy the Dominie, -and show him that, in her house, too, religion and sound morals had the -first place. But the schoolmaster thought it better to inform the -company what was toward, and thereby bring the culprit to a deeper sense -of his delinquencies. - -“Your son, Juffrouw Pieterse, belongs to the class of robbers, -murderers, and fire-raisers!” ... - -No more than that! - -“Gracious goodness! Merciful justice! What next! Oh! my gracious -patience! How is it possible? What human beings have to endure!” -Something like this—for I will not answer for textual accuracy—was the -flood of exclamations which overwhelmed the ten-year-old robber, -murderer, and fire-raiser. Poor Wouter! - -“I will read you a piece in his own handwriting,” said the Dominie, “and -any one who, after this, can still doubt the utter depravity of this -boy——” - -The whole company promised with one voice not to doubt it. The poem, -indeed, which Master Pennewip thereupon proceeded to read, was of a kind -which rendered doubt on that head very difficult; and I myself, though I -have chosen Wouter as my hero, shall not find it easy to convince the -reader that he was not so bad as would appear from his atrocious— - - SONG OF THE BRIGAND. - - “With my sword— - On my steed— - And my helmet on head, - Ride at them! The foeman’s skull cloven in twain,— - And forward!—” - -“Christian souls!” cried the whole company, “is he mad?” - - “And forward!— - And never draw rein - Along the high-road, - The brigand’s abode,— - With a thrust and a blow; - Drive back the Dragoons—the Viscount’s laid low!” ... - -“Dear heavens above us!” moaned Wouter’s mother, “what in the world has -this Viscount done to him?” - - “For the spoil”— - -“Look at that now,—for the spoil!” said Juffrouw Laps, “_I_ always -say,—they begin with a Bible, and then——” - - “And the spoil - Is my bride.” - -“Did ever any one hear the like?—his bride! Why, the boy’s only just -cutting his second set of teeth!” - - “And the spoil - Is my bride, - Bought for mine own with the sword at my side——” - -“With the sword at his side!!” - - “And the spoil is my bride, - Bought for mine own with the sword at my side. - Like a feather I bear her right into the hall, - To the grotto——” - -“Gracious patience! what does he want in a grotto?” - - “As swift as the wind - I ride on with my prey,— - And I heed not her weeping—her groans are my joy, - What delight!——” - -“Mercy on us! does he call that delight? It makes me go cold all over!” - - “Then again - Up and down, - East and west through the land!” - -“There he goes again!” - - “Then again - Up and down, - East and west through the land, - Here a villa to raze—there a convent ablaze— - With rifling of treasure: - My pleasure!——” - -“The devil must be in the boy ... his pleasure!” - - “And then we are gone!— - Ride on! ever on, - New adventures to seek— - My path it is marked by the steel and the fire— - On, on, ever on, let me hasten—nor tire, - My vengeance to wreak!” - -“Gracious goodness! what can they have done to him?” - - “For revenge is the task - He would ask— - The king of the wood——” - -“Is the boy mad? I’ll king him!” - - “For revenge is the task - He would ask— - The king of the wood— - Who alone, against all, his sceptre holds good——” - -“What sort of a thing is that?” - - “Who alone, against all, his sceptre holds good, - And his banner of might!— - Up! Hurrah! - Who will come to the fight?” - -The company shuddered audibly at this invitation. - - “Up! Hurrah! - Who will come to the fight? - We will spare no creature that ever was born— - Now we’ll hang all the men——” - -“_Lodderyn!_[14] Trui! you see I——” - - “We’ll hang all the men, and the women——” - -“Lodderyn! lodderyn! lodderyn! Trui!” - - “And the women shall mourn, - For our joy and delight!” - -“Our joy and delight!” repeated Pennewip in a sepulchral voice,—“our joy -and delight!... He ... does ... these ... things ... for ... his ... -delight!”. - -The whole company was near swooning. Stoffel’s pipe had gone out. But -Wouter had a sort of passive strength in his nature; and when his mother -had thrashed him enough to secure her own return to consciousness, he -lay down, not altogether discontented, in his corner of the back room, -and soon fell asleep, to dream of Fancy. - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - - - - - _GOING INTO BUSINESS._ - - -The plan of “going into business” was quite attractive to Wouter. -Perhaps because he did not quite know what it meant. He asked his -brother Stoffel about it. - -“Well—don’t you understand _that_? ‘In business’ means the same thing -as—as being a merchant.” - -“But what shall I have to sell? And how shall I know what people want?” - -“Oh, you must not imagine that you will have to go about with a -peddler’s pack, and ring at people’s front doors to know if they want to -buy anything. You’re a stupid; you never will understand anything. ‘In -business,’ you see, means—it means——” - -Stoffel began to stammer. He was not the first to stumble over a -definition—and will not be the last. But there are few who, in such a -case, have an ally at home to help them out. - -“How can you always talk such nonsense, Wouter?” cried his mother. -“There’s Stoffel, now, explaining everything to you so clearly, and -there you are again making out you don’t understand. Who in the world -ever told you that you would have to go about the street with a pack on -your back, like an oilman or a _mersan de la perreplu_?[15] Is that what -I have brought you up for, and made you take the highest place in the -school? You are an ungrateful child. What is the good of your knowing so -much, and being able to make such fine letters, with curls and -flourishes to them, if you must insult your own mother?” - -Readers who care anything for justice, will find it strange, and perhaps -unfair, that Wouter should have been overwhelmed with this flood of -reproach. Unfair? Certainly! But—strange? Why, no! I solemnly affirm my -accuracy in depicting a certain manner of carrying on a controversy, of -which Juffrouw Pieterse was unquestionably mistress. - -But now, supposing Wouter had, in all humility, remarked that he had -given no occasion for the above sermon? Well, in that case he would have -been overwhelmed with a second lecture on the far-reaching and infamous -wickedness of being in the right, which, indeed, under certain -circumstances, _is_ a fault—and a bad one. - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - - - - - _TWO PARABLES._ - - -A Professor of Ichthyology was delivering his lecture. The students were -listening—well, pretty attentively as students go—not to mention -students of _Ichthyology_. - -“The carp, gentlemen, the carp——” - -Then followed some facts about the carp. - -“Now the carp, gentlemen, as I was saying——” - -At that moment a carp came swimming into the lectureroom. How the beast -did it, considering how dry it was there, does not concern us. The poor -students had suffered from drought for ever so long,—and, after all, a -carp is no better than a student. - -“There he is himself!” they cried, with one voice. - -So they left the professor in the lurch with his lecture on the carp, -and went to look at the carp for themselves. Now I think this quite -right and natural on the part of the students. But I wish we could do -the same, and try to look at men—and women too—for ourselves, instead of -listening to somebody’s dicta about Man! - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - -[Illustration: - - “AM I NOT JUST LIKE PLATO?” -] - - - - - _THERSITES AND PLATO._ - - -Plato once had a bad cold—so bad that it was evident to every one. -Thersites imitated his way of coughing, and said: - -“Am I not just like Plato?” - -However, this was not the worst—any man is free to ask a question. The -worst of it was that thousands upon thousands of people immediately -replied, “Just so. Hurrah for Thersites, the new philosopher!” - -The man founded a school on the spot. And, therefore: _Cave_, _caveto_, -_caveto_, _cavete_, _cavetote_, _caveunto_! - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - - - - - _EGOTISM._ - - -“You talk a great deal about yourself,” say many who never get talked -about, either by themselves or other people. “This is against the tone -of good society.” - -“I advise you to seek better society than mine.” - -“You talk a great deal about yourself——” - -“Yes. Would you prefer me to speak of you, ... or your cat, ... or your -dog, ... or your ass?” - -Do you wish that? Well, content yourself, I have often done so, but you -did not know it at the time, because you are always confusing yourself -with your neighbour’s donkey. Your neighbour has also been complaining; -he says that I have been all the time talking about _your_ donkeys. -Compensation! The donkeys themselves have never complained, the good, -dumb beasts. - -“You talk a great deal about yourself——” - -“Yes. I want to be honest.” - -“You talk a great deal about yourself——” - -“Yes. I am my own latest love. I had loved long, and often, and -ardently, before _that_ love was born. But now that it does exist, ... -and is the last....” - -“You talk a great deal about yourself——” - -“Yes. If it wearies you, what hinders your exchanging me for the -_Aglaia_? What hinders your becoming a subscriber to ‘The Life, -Fortunes, and Business of the Kappelman Family’—in one vol., cloth -gilt?” - -“You talk a great deal about yourself——” - -“Quite so. When you do what Havelaar did, and the rich young man in -Matthew xix. did _not_ do, I will talk about you.” - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - - - - - _THE STORY OF CHRESOS._ - - -Chresos lived in Bœotia. By profession he was mayor of a little village, -whose name I do not know, neither can I tell you how he had strayed into -Bœotia, since his family belonged to Athens—nay, I think he was even -related to Alcibiades, who was a Frenchman born too soon. Chresos was a -good sort of man, and lived contentedly. He looked after his village as -well as he could, and amused himself, in his spare hours, by playing on -the lute; but he only did this at home, and never annoyed any one with -his music. - -And, behold, there came robbers, who ill-treated the inhabitants of the -village over which Chresos had authority. He laid aside his lute, and -tried to drive the robbers away; but he was told that he ought not to -have done this, because the robbers were under the protection of the -magistrates in the capital. - -Chresos did not believe this, because it seemed to him too bad to be -credible. He continued to resist the robbers, and, their force being too -great for him, he sent a messenger to Thebes, to ask for help. - -Instead of help, he received for answer, that he was an unworthy mayor, -and entirely incompetent to fill any office in Bœotia. He did not -attempt to deny this. After having advised his villagers to have -patience, he left the place with his wife and children, taking nothing -with him but his lute. His house was occupied by a new mayor, who, it -may be supposed, was less unworthy, in the opinion of the Theban -magistrates, and who, also, seemed to be on very good terms with the -very robbers whom the stupid Chresos had wanted to exterminate. At any -rate, there were no more complaints of violence, although the robbers -still remained in the neighbourhood. - -With difficulty, Chresos obtained access to the Areopagus, and related -what had happened to him. He pointed to his family, who were perishing -of want—through a misunderstanding on the part of the magistrates; for -he still thought that the whole matter arose out of a misunderstanding. -I have already told you that he was not really a Bœotian by birth. This -was why he held such mistaken opinions. - -But the Areopagus took no notice. Chresos asked his wife to have -patience, which was not necessary, and consoled himself by playing the -lute. He was no great musician, but there is something peculiar in the -playing of a father who sees his family starving; this was why they -listened to him, not because Chresos played well. There was something -that tickled coarse ears. There were many coarse ears in Bœotia. - -When they said, “Well played, Chresos; go on,” his hand fell limply -down, and the tears stood in his eyes at the thought that this undesired -praise was the price of his children’s hunger. - -Yet he played from time to time, because he could do no other. And his -family bore their hunger patiently. - -Again and again he appealed to the Areopagus. At last he received the -following answer:— - -“The Court of Areopagus, &c., having heard the complaints of the -ex-mayor Chresos as to the outrages in the village of——, &c. - -[Illustration: - - “HE PLAYED FROM TIME TO TIME.” -] - -“Having likewise heard his request for a decision between him and the -Theban magistrates, &c. - -“And whereas the said Chresos declares that he and his family are in a -position of great distress, in consequence of a misunderstanding which -induced the said magistrates to take the side of the robbers who -plundered the village, - -“And whereas, moreover, many witnesses declare that they have heard the -said Chresos playing on the lute, - -“In pursuance of, &c., &c., - -“The sentence of the Court is, that the said Chresos continue playing on -the lute, and pay all costs.” - -The Areopagus had been bribed,—and its name was HOLLAND. - - MULTATULI. - (_Minnebrieven._) - - - - - _THE FAIRY TALE THAT FANCY TOLD WOUTER._ - FANCY’S FAIRY TALE. - - -Wouter had found out that he was a prince. His princedom lay in the -region of the moon ... no, much farther off than that. - -This is how he came to it:— - -Long before the beginning of this story,—yes, very, very long ago, there -was a Queen of Spirits, just as in _Hans Heiling_. Her name was A—OO. - -She did not live in a cave, as did the one in _Hans_, but held her court -far above the clouds, which is more airy, and also more fitting for a -queen. - -She wore a necklace of stars, and a sun was set in her signet-ring. - -When she went out, the nebulæ flew up like dust, and she scattered the -firmaments with a stroke of her fan. - -[Illustration: - - “HER NAME WAS A—OO.” -] - -Her children played with planets for marbles, and complained that they -were so hard to find when they rolled away among the furniture. This -made Prince Upsilon—the queen’s little son—very cross, and he kept -asking for some other kind of toys. - -The queen had a box full of Sirii given him, but in a little while these -too were lost. But that was Upsilon’s own fault. He ought to have taken -better care of his playthings. People did what they could to content -him. But whatever was given him, he kept calling for something -else—something more and bigger. This was a fault in the little prince’s -character. - -His mother, who, as Queen of Spirits, was a very sensible woman, -understood that it would be a good thing for the youngster to get -accustomed to _doing without_ for a little. So she said that Upsilon was -to be left without any playthings at all. - -This was done. They took away everything from him,—even the comet with -which he and his little sister Omicron were playing at battledore and -shuttlecock. - -Prince Upsilon was of a passionate temper, and so far forgot himself as -to say something very disrespectful about his mother. - -Princess Omicron, too, led astray by his example (for nothing is more -ruinous than bad examples), angrily threw her battledore at the -Universe. Which was not nice in a little girl. - -Now in the kingdom of Spirits there was a law that whoever lost sight of -the respect due to the Queen, or threw anything at the Universe, should -be punished for the same by a temporary loss of all rank and dignity. - -Prince Upsilon became a grain of sand. - -After having behaved well for a couple of thousand years, he received -the joyful tidings that he was promoted to the rank of a tuft of moss. - -In this capacity he kept his duty in mind, and did everything that a -good moss tuft ought to do. And on a certain morning he awoke as a -polype. - -This happened about the time when human beings first began to prepare -their food by means of fire. - -He built one or two continents, and in about two thousand years’ time he -was rewarded for his zeal by being changed into a shrimp. - -In this position, also, no one had the slightest reason to complain of -his conduct, and in due course he was transferred to the class of -sea-serpents. - -He amused himself, innocently enough, by playing at hide-and-seek with -the sailors, but did no one any harm; and some time afterwards he -received four feet and the rank of mastodon, with the privilege of -disporting himself on shore. - -With philosophic calm he adapted himself to his new circumstances, and -occupied himself with geological observations. A few million ages -later.... - -When I speak of ages, it must be borne in mind that all this time taken -together was only a short quarter of an hour in the land of Spirits, ... -or rather that it was absolutely nothing. For _time_ was invented for -the convenience of mankind, as we give spelling-books to children. For -Spirits, _then_, _now_, and _in the future_ is exactly the same thing. -They comprehend _yesterday_, _to-day_, and _to-morrow_ in one -glance,—just as we read a word without spelling. What _was_ and _shall -be_, _is_. - -The Egyptians and Phœnicians knew this very well, but we seem to have -forgotten it. - -A few million years later, then, he rose to the rank of an elephant; -and, a spirit-minute or so after that,—that is ten years, I mean human -years this time—before the beginning of my story, he was transferred to -the class of human beings. - -What he had done amiss, as an elephant, I do not know. - -But, FANCY had said, if he did not want to be put back another step, -instead of being shortly restored to his rank as a prince of Spirits, he -must look to his ways as a human being; not make any more verses about -brigands, or sell any more Bibles; and then, why, perhaps it might come -to pass. - -Alas, he would have to put up with Juffrouw Pieterse’s not wearing a -train. “That,” said Fancy, “is so, and can’t be helped.” - -Fancy appeared to be a sort of maid-of-honour of Wouter’s mother, who -came to visit him in his banishment, so as to cheer him up a bit, and -tell him to take courage, for the temporary punishment that had fallen -to his lot did not mean that people had ceased to love him. - -She promised to come and see him from time to time. - -“But,” Wouter had asked, “how is my little sister?” - -“Your sister has been punished too—you know the law. But she is a dear -child. She is submitting to it patiently, and promises to do better in -the future. In the beginning she was a bubble of air, and conducted -herself irreproachably as such. Then she became a moonbeam, and in this -capacity also no one had any fault to find with her. She shone so that -it was a pleasure to see her, and your mother had need of all her -strength of mind to keep from granting her a respite. So she was soon -promoted to be a perfume, and filled the Universe to such a degree that -she gave us a headache. This happened about the time when you were -beginning to eat grass. Then she became a butterfly. But your mother -found that this was not a suitable position for a girl, and therefore -soon changed her into a constellation—see, there she is—below us.” - -Wouter looked for Omicron, but could not find her. - -It often happens that we miss something because it is too big. - -“See,” said Fancy, “there—to the right—no—rather farther -off—there—there—the Pole Star. That’s her left eye. You can’t see the -right, because she is stooping after Orion, her doll. She is holding him -on her lap and playing with him.” - -Wouter now saw her clearly, and cried “Omicron! Omicron!” - -“No, no,” said the maid-of-honour, “that won’t do, prince. The queen -expressly directed that your confinement was to be on the cellular -system. It is only as a great favour that you two are shut up within the -same universe. When your brothers spoilt the Milky Way some time ago by -letting floods loose over it, they were put very much farther apart.” - -Wouter was greatly grieved at this. He would so have liked to kiss all -those stars, with the doll in their lap, which were his little sister. - -“Oh! Fancy,” he cried, “do let me be with Omicron!” - -Fancy said neither yes nor no. There was something in her manner as if -she were thinking over the possibility of bringing a very difficult -matter to pass. - -But Wouter, taking courage from her hesitation, repeated his prayer: - -“Oh! let me be with my little sister. I don’t mind if I have to eat -grass again, or build continents. I will do my very best at it, if I may -only be with Omicron!” - -It seems as though Fancy were afraid to promise what might be out of her -power, and, at the same time, that it pained her not to be able to give -the promise. - -“I will ask,” she whispered; “and now....” - -Wouter rubbed his eyes ... he was standing on the little bridge over the -canal. - - MULTATULI. - (_Ideen._) - - - - - _HALF-AN-HOUR AT THE HAIR-DRESSER’S._ - - FARCE. - - - I. - - FOURNICHON, _the hair-dresser, discovered in his shop, busy finishing a - lady’s chignon_. - -_Fournichon._ There ought to be a machine invented to make our work -easier, ... say, some simple arrangement in which you throw in a handful -of hair on one side and take out a _perruque perfectionnée_ on the -other. I shall certainly bring up my son as a mechanician, and entrust -him with the invention of this indispensable machine. Let me see, whose -turn is it now? Ah! Mevrouw Priddeau,—_a chignon à la sauvage_, of at -least three kilos? ... _Mille tonnerres!_ I am quite out of black hair! -Hi! Pierre! - - [_He sends his assistants to purchase the necessary supplies; almost - immediately after his shop is hastily entered by two students, - Charles and John, who drop into chairs, as though completely - exhausted._] - -_Fournichon_ (_rising_). How can I serve you, gentlemen? - -_Charles_ (_gasping_). A glass of water, if you please. - -[_Fournichon supplies them both, and goes on._] How you startled me, -gentlemen! to rush in breathlessly like that! Yet it’s not the season -for mad dogs! - -_Charles._ If it had only been a mad dog! - -_Fournichon._ Surely no tiger has broken loose from the Zoological -Gardens? - -_John._ If it had only been a tiger! - -_Fournichon._ Come, come, I shall not make myself uneasy. You have been -up to some mischief, haven’t you? You were pursued by the police, and -you saw no other refuge but the hospitable establishment of _M. -Fournichon, Coiffeur des Deux Sexes_. Now, am I not right? - -[Illustration: - - FOURNICHON, THE HAIR-DRESSER. -] - -_Charles._ Yes, that’s it,—the contemptible wretch ... the -scoundrel! ... The same low cad who got me in for three weeks’ solitary -last year. Far worse than the maddest dog, or the most savage tiger! - -_John._ The fellow never will learn to understand that a couple of -rix-dollars are worth far more than his so-called official honour, which -involves him in the constant risk of incurring a thrashing. - -_Fournichon._ But what has happened, after all? Surely, gentlemen, you -did not come running here in such haste to tell me that you got into -quod last year? - -_Charles._ What has happened? Nothing, strictly speaking ... but a whole -lot _may_ happen. - -_John._ And that must be prevented,—and that is why we have come to seek -comfort, counsel, and help from the hospitable Fournichon. - -_Charles._ I’ll tell you all about it. We were just coming quietly and -comfortably from lecture together, when we passed a baker’s shop, when -the servant girl was just washing the windows. John took it into his -head that we might lend a hand, and I seized a pail of water, intending -to throw the contents at the window, when the pail itself slipped from -my hands, and flew right through the plate-glass window into the middle -of the currant-buns and cakes! Unhappily, the aforesaid incorruptible -policeman just happened to be in the neighbourhood, so that he caught us -red-handed, and we had to make good use of our legs to escape being -locked up at once. - -_John._ You will understand that we did not intend any mischief,—it was -a harmless joke, which turned out badly. - -_Fournichon._ Of course. And not only so, but there was provocation on -the baker’s part. If he had chosen another time of day to have his -windows cleaned, it could not possibly have turned out so. In any case, -there are plenty of extenuating circumstances, and I don’t understand -why you gentlemen should have such a violent objection to a day or two -under lock and key. That happens often enough, and young gentlemen don’t -usually think so much of it. - -_John._ That is true, but to-day is an extraordinary occasion. We were -going to the fancy-dress ball to-night, and should be very sorry to miss -it. So you see us in a fearful scrape, with a gendarme at our heels, and -you must help us. [_A ring at the bell._] What’s that? - -_Fournichon._ I don’t know; we shall see in a minute. [_Steps are heard -coming up the stairs._] - -_Charles._ John, get out of sight. [_They hide._] - -_Pierre_ (_entering_). Sir, Vrouw Krullemie has just sold her hair this -morning for seventy-five cents. - - [_The students come out again._] - -_John._ Bother your Krullemie! Say, Fournichon, if your visitors are in -the habit of dropping in unannounced after this fashion, we are not -altogether safe here. - -_Fournichon._ Well, look here, gentlemen, you suggested an idea -yourselves. Your costumes for the ball must be quite ready by this time; -why don’t you disguise yourselves in them? - -_Charles._ A fine lark! In the first place they are not here.... - -_John._ That would matter less, for we might send for them, but we could -scarcely show ourselves in the streets in them. - -_Fournichon._ How so? - -_John._ Well, I was going to appear as the Avenger of Innocence. - -_Charles._ And I as the Four Seasons. - -_Fournichon._ You are right, that would never do; but I have another -proposal to make. I too intend going to the ball, and have had costumes -made for myself and one of my friends, which will no doubt suit you -better. You can have those, and give us yours. - -_John._ All right, if they are better suited to the purpose than ours. - -_Fournichon._ Oh! just perfect! You shall see. [_Opens two chests in the -foreground, and takes out costumes. These should be so made as to be put -on, on the stage, without much trouble._] We were going as an old lady -and her granddaughter. The dresses are very simple, and I think they -will do admirably. - -[Illustration: - - “I AM QUITE LOST IN THIS CAP.” -] - -_Charles._ Done! I accept that. Now, quick! before any one has time to -surprise us. - -_John._ Say, Charles, will you be the grandmother? - -_Charles._ All right, and you the girl. - -_Fournichon._ Don’t make any mistakes; the crinoline belongs to this -skirt. - -_Charles._ I am quite lost in this cap. - -_Fournichon._ You must have a wig on first. - -_John._ Just look here, Fournichon, this dress isn’t long enough. - -_Fournichon._ Why, of course, you’re only in short skirts as yet. - -_John._ Ah! is that it? - -_Charles._ John, don’t I look charming? - -_John._ Quite enchanting! If you were my grandmother, I should certainly -fall in love with you. - -_Charles._ Where’s my wig? - -_Fournichon._ Here are plenty, just choose one for yourself. - -_John._ These curls are what will suit me. [_Puts on the wig, and a -round straw hat on the top of it._] - -_Charles._ This grey one will just do for me. [_Puts it on, and then the -cap._] Now, I’m ready! Sapristi! How hot it is. There’s the bell. - -_John._ Good gracious, now we’ve got it! - -_Fournichon._ Quiet now; sit down before it’s too late. - -_Charles._ What’s the good of that? our voices will betray us. - -_Fournichon._ You must not talk. Just you trust to me, and it will be -all right. - - - II. - -CHARLES _and_ JOHN _seated at a table, with their backs to the other -actors. Enter_ BOM DE SAC, _the police agent, fuming and swearing_. - -_Bom de Sac._ When I was with the First regiment, and was three times -wounded in two battles.... Ah! good-morning, Mr Hairdresser ... three -times wounded,—it would never have happened to me to let two scoundrels -escape. Never! - -_Fournichon._ What’s your pleasure, Mr—Mr—— - -_Bom de Sac._ Bom de Sac, if you please—with the Third regiment—in four -battles, five wounds. - -_Fournichon._ Does M. Bom de Sac want his hair cut? - -_Bom de Sac._ Many thanks, I always do that myself. I learnt that with -the Fourth ... when I was six times wounded in five battles. But, sir, -that is not the point at present. I was just going to say that this -morning two scoundrels—— - -_Fournichon._ Scoundrels? - -_Bom de Sac._ Scoundrels, or students, whichever you like to call them. - -_Fournichon._ Well, and what did they do? - -_Bom de Sac._ Just imagine, sir. I was at the baker’s, and the maid was -standing on a ladder outside cleaning the window, when two -good-for-nothing vagabonds came up, took up a pail of water, and threw -it at the girl, and the girl fell right through the window in among the -currant-buns! - -_Fournichon._ Not killed, I hope. - -_Bom de Sac._ No, the buns had broken her fall. But I was out of the -house in a flash, and after the fellows. _Sacré nom de guerre!_ if I -could still run as I could when I was in the Fifth ... and wounded seven -times in six battles ... they would never have escaped me! But they are -here! - -_Fournichon._ Have a glass? - -_Bom de Sac._ If you please. [_Drinks._] Thank you. I am told they came -into this house, and if so, they’ll have to come out, sir! - -_Fournichon._ Here! How is it possible? You are quite free to search the -room if you like. These ladies are my grandmother and my cousin. - -_Bom de Sac_ (_seeing them for the first time, salutes_). Ah! _Honneur -aux dames_, as we used to say in the Sixth. I hope you won’t mind, -ladies. - -_Fournichon._ You need not give yourself the trouble of speaking to -them. The old lady is stone deaf, and won’t understand a word, and she -watches over her granddaughter so carefully that she cannot bear to see -a gentleman speak to the girl, because she cannot hear what he is -saying. - -[Illustration: - - “SACRE NOM DE GUERRE!” -] - -_Bom de Sac._ Well, where in the thunder can they have got to? I was -quite certain of finding them here. - -_Fournichon._ And I am quite certain you will do no such thing. [_Looks -out of window._] - -_Bom de Sac._ But—_nom de nom!_—how is it possible? - -_Fournichon._ Just look here, Monsieur Bom de Sac, could these be the -gentlemen that have just passed laughing? Both of them have white hats. - -_Bom de Sac_ (_rushing to the window_). Where? - -_Fournichon._ Ah! what a pity! they have just this moment gone round the -corner towards the Botermarkt. - -_Bom de Sac._ White hats, you say? The devil!—that must be they, and -they shan’t escape me this time. [_Exit._] It’s not for nothing that I -had ten wounds in nine battles when serving with the Eighth. - -_Charles._ Bad luck to the fellow! he has made it warm for us! - -_John._ If it had lasted any longer, I am sure I should have made some -remarks on my own account. If some one else comes, we really must find -some other place, for I really can’t sit still so long in these blessed -skirts. - -_Charles._ Shall we stand up then? - -_John._ Why not. [_Jumps on one of the chests._] Look here, I’ll bet you -anything you like I can stand half-an-hour like this without moving. -Don’t I look like a waxwork figure of summer? - -_Charles._ The devil you are! [_Gets on the other chest._] And I winter, -to match. - -_Fournichon._ Splendid, gentlemen, it couldn’t be finer. Just stand -still like that. [_A ring at the bell._] - -_Charles_ (_getting down_). Preserve us!—now we’re in for it. - -_John._ No, Charles, stick to your post. - -_Charles._ I can’t possibly stand still all that time. - -_Fournichon._ It won’t be necessary. Just stand in any easy attitude, -and you can change your position quietly from time to time, without our -tiresome visitor becoming aware of it. - -_Charles._ Well, I’ll see what I can do. [_Climbs up again._] - -_Fournichon._ Hush! he’s coming! - - _Enter_ MEIJER. - -_Meijer._ Good-day, Monsieur Fournichon. Good-day, ladies. (_To -Fournichon._) Why are you laughing? - -_Fournichon._ At your taking those waxworks for ladies. Ha! ha! ha! - -_Meijer._ Waxworks, you say! How astonishingly lifelike! It’s true, -though, it would be a queer position for living beings to stand in. - -_Fournichon._ Well done, are they not? It is an allegorical -representation of winter and summer. - -_Meijer._ Very pretty, very pretty indeed! You hair-dressers have always -something curious on hand. - -_Fournichon._ That’s to say, sir, they are not my property. They have -been sent to me to look after the _coiffures_, and they are to go to -London,—to Madame Tousseau’s museum. - -_Meijer._ Oh, indeed!—indeed! Well, art has made great strides. - -_Fournichon._ Great strides, sir! You’re quite right there. Just feel -now—elastic as india-rubber—quite like a human being. - -_Meijer._ Wonderful! wonderful! But I am in a hurry—can you shave me? - -_Fournichon._ Certainly, sir, sit down! [_Gives him a chair between John -and Charles, but rather more towards the back of the shop. Goes on -shaving him, and talking at the same time._] Your barber, sir, does not -know his business. Your skin and complexion are quite spoilt. - - [_John changes his position._] - -_Meijer_ (_starting up_). Good heavens! - -_Fournichon._ No need to be uneasy, sir; there is nothing really -dangerous. - -_Meijer._ No, that’s not what I was thinking of,—but that doll of -yours—the summer one—is moving! - -_Fournichon._ Oh! that is nothing surprising—perhaps I stepped on the -floor rather heavily. You must know these figures are full of steel -springs inside, and the slightest vibration makes them move. Just look -now! - - [_Stamps on the floor. John and Charles immediately change their - positions._] - -_Meijer._ Ah! thank you for your explanation. I really never should have -understood it. - - [_Sits down again, and Fournichon goes on shaving him till he has - finished. Meijer rises._] - -_Meijer._ Thanks. Can you give me change? - -_Fournichon._ I’ll go and get it. - - [_Exit. Meijer goes to look at the waxworks._] - -_Meijer._ They _are_ curious, though! I have often seen waxworks before, -but never so graceful, so lifelike as these. Whenever any one stamps on -the floor, they move. [_Stamps—John and Charles again change their -attitudes._] Just look at that! how pretty! Once more! Sublime! And -that’s the way they keep on! [_Stamps again, and continues to do so, -faster and faster—John and Charles changing their position with every -stamp; but at length they begin to grow tired of it—they jump down from -their pedestals, seize Meijer, and hold him fast, saying_, “You rascal! -this is too much of a good thing!” _They strike him, and push him out at -the door—losing their wigs in the struggle—after which they burst out -laughing, and drop exhausted into their chairs. Enter F._] - -_Fournichon._ Gentlemen! what have you been up to now? Such an infernal -row I never heard before! You’ll wake all the babies in the -neighbourhood. - -_Charles_ (_laughing_). Oh! the conceited blockhead! - -_John._ The worshipper of waxwork groups! - -_Fournichon._ Well—where is he? What have you done with him? - -_Charles._ We have put him out at the door as quietly and deliberately -as possible. - -_Fournichon._ Well—and why? - -_John._ Because he bored us too much. He was so delighted with the -mechanism of the figures, that we might have kept on dancing till -to-morrow morning if we had not put an end to the business ourselves. - -_Fournichon._ And what about your coiffures? - -_Charles._ Why, that’s true! What can have become of them! - -_Fournichon._ Oh! good heavens! here they are, lying on the ground like -any old rubbish! [_Picks them up, along with the hat and cap._] Just -look!—they are not worth a cent now! - -_John._ Oh! just put the things away—we don’t want them any more,—and if -they’re spoilt, we’ll pay for them. - -_Fournichon._ In that case, sir, it doesn’t matter. [_Lays everything on -a table. The bell rings._] Hé! who’s that now? - -_Charles._ It doesn’t matter to me who it is. Any one may come who -likes—I’m not going to act in this farce any longer. - -_Fournichon_ (_looks through the door_). Look out, gentlemen—it’s the -agent—Bom de Sac! - -_John and Charles_ (_springing up_). That fellow! No! that will never -do! [_They sit down at the table, as before, and put on their -headdresses, but without seeing that they have taken the wrong ones, -John putting on the grey wig and cap,—Charles, the curls and round straw -hat. Bom de Sac heard speaking outside the door_:]—No, _sacré nom de -nom_! Mijnheer Meyer has lent me a hand. What are people thinking of? It -was not for nothing I was wounded eleven times in ten battles, with the -9th Regiment. They are here—I’m certain of that! [_Enters._] - -_Fournichon._ Search as much as you like, sir, but remember, if you -please, that, in the presence of ladies.... - -_Bom de Sac._ Of course, of course! I always said, “_Honneur aux -dames_.” [_Looks at the ladies and salutes, then takes a step backward -in amazement._] _Sacré nom de guerre!_ - -_Fournichon._ What’s the matter? - -_Bom de Sac._ Have I come to my age—not to speak of twelve wounds in -eleven battles—to let myself be fooled like this? - -_Fournichon._ I don’t understand you. - -_Bom de Sac._ No, perhaps not. But I understand how it is possible for -these ladies to have changed heads at a moment’s notice. Look here! [_He -takes off the wigs._] The young lady is getting grey, and the -grandmother is going backwards to her childhood. Come with me, now, -gentlemen—I arrest you both! - -_Fournichon._ Your own fault, gentlemen. I wash my hands of the whole -business. - -_Charles._ We have a word to say to that, John. - -_John._ Certainly. - -_Bom de Sac._ Gentlemen, conspiracies or plots in which more than one -person are concerned are forbidden by law. Will you come with me, or -not? - -_Charles._ I suppose we shall have to. - -_John._ Do you want us to come with you as we are? - -_Bom de Sac._ Just as you like, gentlemen. I arrest you, and that is all -my share in the business. The rest does not concern me. - -_Charles_ (_whispers to John, then continues aloud_). Just listen, -Monsieur Bom de Sac,—though we find it very unpleasant to have fallen -into your hands, we are not children, and we are quite capable of -understanding that there is nothing for it but to give in. But just let -us change our clothes first—we’ll give you our word of honour not to go -out of the door without letting you know. - -_Bom de Sac._ Very good! We have been young, too, you see. Just go on, -gentlemen. If you give me your word, that is enough. [_While he goes on -talking to Fournichon, John and Charles take off their costumes and tie -Bom de Sac’s coattails to the table._] Yes, Mr Hairdresser, when I was -with the 11th, and had been wounded thirteen times in twelve battles, -then I thought to myself,—it’s quite enough, Bom de Sac, you have done -quite enough for your country; you’re growing old—and a soldier may be -too old. I was then brigadier, and understood that it was getting time -for me to make room for another. So I came home to my old mother ... I -married a young wife.... - -_Charles._ ... and received, in thirteen battles.... - -_Bom de Sac._ Ah!—are you ready, gentlemen? - -_John._ At your service, my worthy sergeant of police! We are quite -ready, and now warn you that we are about to leave. [_Charles and John -go out by the door at the back of the stage, arm in arm, saying, as they -go._]—_Bon soir._ - -_Bom de Sac._ Wait—I’m coming with you! _[Tries to go, but finds himself -fastened to the table._] Bad luck to them! are they going to give me the -slip after all? - -_Fournichon._ I see a good chance of it. Look here, Monsieur Bom de Sac, -you have, in far too many battles received more than too many wounds to -be anything like a match for these young fellows. They have been sharper -than you,—so you’ll have to acknowledge yourself beaten, and e’en let -them alone. By the time you get outside the door they will be far beyond -your reach. - -_Bom de Sac._ You’re right enough there, so I shall keep the whole -matter to myself, and wish them a pleasant evening. - - _Anon._ - - - - - _IN THE LITTLE REPUBLIC._ - - -It was in the smallest Republic of our Continent—Altenet—rich in mines -of zinc. It lies, like a tiny wedge, between the great German empire, -the small kingdom of Holland, and the still smaller one of Belgium. - -Seldom has a stranger set foot here; few know the district even by name; -only a single encyclopædia makes mention of it; the atlases have -forgotten it,—nay, it has even been forgotten by the political world. - -When the separation between Belgium and Holland took place in 1830, the -representatives of the various powers could not come to any agreement -over this little piece of ground. It was therefore resolved to declare -it “neutral territory,” till a later Congress should find a better -solution to the problem. - -The old schoolmaster of the neighbouring village of Oppenaken always -asserted that the learned politicians assembled at the aforesaid -Congress had been too drunk to know what they were doing. If his -listeners looked at him incredulously, or began to laugh, he would -indignantly ask, “Don’t you believe me? Then I’ll prove it!” And then he -would fetch an atlas, open it at the map of the Netherlands, and, -following with his finger the boundary of our provinces of Limburg and -Brabant, continue—“Just look at this line here how it goes—first to the -left, then to the right—here crooked, then slanting—then again forward -for a bit, then backwards—one minute straight, and then again with a -great bend—isn’t it just like the line a tipsy man would take in -walking?” - -In the year 1866 another European Congress took place; but it seemed as -though the gentlemen taking part in it had not recovered from the -effects of the drinking bout attributed to them by the Oppenaken -schoolmaster, for this time Altenet was forgotten—forgotten for good and -all. - -[Illustration: - - “TOO DRUNK TO KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING.” -] - -Thus the Altenetters lived on, independent of all foreign domination. -The miners continued to extract zinc from the ground, and pile it up in -the great waggons which transported it to other countries; the peasant -ploughed his field and reaped his grain; the wind might be heard sighing -in the clumps of trees on the hill-tops, the brook rushing and murmuring -between the rocks, and the lark singing high in air—and what could you -want more? - -The government of the little Republic was entirely in the hands of the -burgomaster, Willem Drikus Bloemstein, a broad-shouldered man of portly -presence, red-haired and red-bearded, fully conscious of his own -importance, and loyally supported in all his works and ways by the elect -of Altenet, who were associated with him as Councillors. - -It was quite an earthly Paradise—a little Eden full of peace and -happiness! Here was no such thing as strife or hatred, for parties had -no existence, and life offered no opportunity for insult or injury on -political grounds. The taxes were not high, and there was no standing -army, so that no one thought it necessary to hold meetings in order to -discuss the advantages and disadvantages of compulsory service. The only -measure taken for the defence of the country was the weekly drill of the -rural rifle corps; and though no one was forced to take his place in its -ranks, yet every right-minded man of Altenet felt it his duty to place -himself under the orders of General Bauer—on working days an energetic -mine-superintendent. - -Suddenly this happy state of things was disturbed. - -A tiresome man—a German politician—had discovered the above-mentioned -negligence on the part of the statesmen of Europe, and pointed out to -the Government of his country that here was an opportunity for -gratifying its well-known love of annexation. The high and mighty -Reichstag took the hint, and resolved to proceed to a speedy settlement -of the still unsolved question of the division of Altenet. - -A storm of indignation swept through the whole Republic. The head of the -State, honest Bloemstein, immediately summoned all the members of the -Council, in order to consult as to ways and means of averting the -threatened misfortune, and the summons was obeyed by every one. - -They were all assembled. Klessens, the rich brewer; young Holzert, an -ugly little man, whose bow-legs were a continual challenge to any poodle -who had learned to jump through a hoop, but whose shrewdness and clear -insight into things were praised by every one; the just-mentioned Bauer, -the commander of the rifle corps; Marbaise, the landlord of the “Lump of -Zinc”; and Conrads, the wealthy farmer. - -“What’s got to be done?” was the question addressed by Bloemstein to the -notables of Altenet. - -“It seems to me we ought to write the Prussian a civil letter, telling -him not to trouble his head about us,” was the opinion delivered by -Klessens, after coughing and clearing his throat for some time. - -“You stupid fellow!” replied Bauer, pulling in an impressive manner at -his thick moustache, “do you think the insolent dog of a Prussian will -care anything for a civil letter? No, my boy, you don’t know him yet; -_au contraire_, we ought to show him we’re not afraid.” - -“Why, then! there _will_ be war!” was timidly interjected by Conrads. - -“Very well then! there will be war!” The rest nodded assent. - -“But that will surely be a great-to-do,—couldn’t we wait at least till -the crops are in?” - -“We won’t wait a moment! I shall march with the Rifles to-morrow, right -along the Prussian border, and then the miserable wretches can see that -we’re not afraid of them!” and Bauer banged the table with his fists. - -“That’s not nearly enough,” suggested Marbaise; “the custom-house -officers might forget to write to the Emperor about it, and as long as -he doesn’t know it, it all goes for nothing.” - -“We ought to write to him ourselves, and not civilly,—no, indeed!—but as -impudently as we can; and you must sign the letter, Bloemstein, just as -if you were a king yourself, and put under it ‘Wullem the First, -President of the Republic of Altenet.’” - -[Illustration: - - “BAUER BANGED THE TABLE WITH HIS FISTS.” -] - -“Wullem, Wullem! why, there are so many Wullems,” was the opinion of the -man addressed; “the Dutch one is called so, and the Prussian too. -‘Wullem!’—it’s so common.” - -“But you have another name, haven’t you?” asked another Councillor. - -“Yes, of course,—Drikus.” - -“Very well, then,—Drikus the First. What do you think of that?” - -“Well, well,” muttered Klessens. “‘Drikus the First, President of the -Republic of Altenet’; it doesn’t sound bad, not bad at all.” - -“Wouldn’t it be still better to say, ‘President of the _Independent_ -Republic’?” added the warlike Bauer. - -“We might do that,” was the general verdict. - -“But then we ought to be called Ministers,” suggested Conrads. - -“Of course!” chorussed the rest. - -“In that case, I suppose I shall be Minister of War?” asked Bauer. - -“Certainly.” - -“And I of Agriculture?” asked Conrads. - -“Very good, too.” - -“Marbaise for Finance.” - -“And whom shall we have for Home Affairs?” - -“It seems to me that wouldn’t be a bad thing for you, tailor,” put in -Bloemstein, addressing Councillor Holzert. - -“I have no objection,” replied the latter; “but I’d just like to say -something too.” - -“Councillor Holzert will now address the meeting.” - -A sudden silence fell on the assembly; all were straining their ears to -hear what thoughts had arisen in the tailor’s shrewd brain. Speaking -slowly, and emphasising every word, he began,— - -“We must have stamps made—big stamps, with your head on them, -Bloemstein; and then we’ll send a letter, with a stamp like that on it, -you understand, not to the Emperor of Prussia, but to Bismarck, because, -after all, he’s the fellow that does everything; and you must write in -that letter, just to rile him, that we are going to let all the priests -and Jesuits he has driven out come freely into our country.” - -“But only on condition that they brew no beer,” interrupted the brewer, -Klessens. - -The tailor made believe not to have heard this interested remark, and -ended his speech with the question, “What do you think of _that_ idea?” - -“Bravo, bravo!” cried all; and “You’re a sharp lad; you’re a clever -fellow,” added the chairman of the meeting, as he passed his hand -complacently over the head whose portrait was shortly to be sent to the -Chancellor of the German Empire. - -“We haven’t done yet,” continued Holzert; “we have still to find out how -we’re going to put your head on the stamps,—with a beard, with a -moustache only, or without anything at all.” - -“Why, you do think of everything, tailor!” observed Marbaise. - -Bauer declared that there could be no two opinions on the point—“With a -moustache, that’s quite military,” and, as he spoke, he twisted the ends -of his own. - -“But I don’t think it would look very well—a red moustache,” objected -Marbaise. - -“Why, what does that matter? You can’t see it in the picture,” returned -Conrads. “Bismarck has a white one.” - -“I don’t quite know whether you’re right,” began Holzert again; “just -look at Napoleon,—I mean the great Napoleon,—he’s got nothing, no beard -and no moustache, and yet he sent the Prussians to the right-about, time -and again; but what do you think about it yourself, Bloemstein?” - -“Well, what am I to say to you? A beard is not respectable, and I shall -have mine shaved off; then we can see if the moustache alone looks well; -and if that is not the case, I’ll have that taken off too.” - -All thought this an excellent idea. - -“Don’t get shaved here, though. You’d better have that done at -Aix-la-Chapelle, and then you can get yourself taken at the same time -for the stamps.” - -“Among the Prussians? Never! as long as I live. I’ll never help them to -earn a cent,” thundered Bloemstein. - -“In Maastricht, then,” suggested another. - -“All right. I’ll have it done on Monday. Has any one anything more to -say to the meeting?” - -They looked at each other, but no one broke the silence. - -“No one’s got nothing, then?” - -“Just wait a minute,” cried Conrads. “You ought to have a crown, -Bloemstein.” - -“A crown?—that’s expensive.” - -“Nonsense; have one made of brass, and well polished up, then it will -shine just as if it were gold.” - -“Then we ought to have Ministers’ uniforms. I’ll make them as cheap and -as quickly as possible,” said the tailor-Minister; “and then I’ll make a -long cloak for you, Bloemstein.” - -“If the gentlemen will allow, I’ve something more to say,” said -Marbaise. - -“It’s Marbaise’s turn to speak.” - -“We ought to forbid all Altenet girls marrying Prussians.” - -“What about my Marieke, who’s courting with the Prussian doctor?” was -Bloemstein’s terrified reply. “What a set-out my daughter will make—and, -above all, my wife, when I tell them that.” - -“Then you must just say that our country doesn’t permit it,” and the -whole assembly nodded in token of assent. - -“Oh, Lord!” groaned the unlucky President; “it’s the hardest thing you -could ask me to do.” - -“Our country! the Republic! the Independent Republic!” cried the others, -wagging their heads hither and thither, shrugging up their shoulders, -and holding out their hands with all their fingers extended in air. - -[Illustration: - - “BOTH WALKED ON IN SILENCE.” -] - -Here the weighty deliberations came to an end; and thereupon the -President and his Ministers slowly proceeded homewards. - -Holzert escorted the newly appointed ruler to his dwelling. For a -considerable time both walked on in silence. At last the tailor spoke: - -“Bloemstein,” he began, “if your Marieke is not to marry the Prussian -doctor, ... in that case ... I’d like to have her. I always had a liking -for the girl; but I couldn’t say anything; ... but now I’m Minister of -the Interior, ... that sounds fine, eh? ... that’s something.... I think -perhaps it might do.” - -“Why, my good fellow, I’ve nothing against you. You always were a clever -chap, and you’ve shown it again with those stamps. It would be a good -enough idea; ... but—Marieke! and then my wife!” - -“But, after all, you’re the master. Why, you’re the king of everything -in the place! You must put on a bold face, and stand firm!” - -“Very well, lad, I’ll try.” - -With wrathful strides, his head well thrown back, and his hand resting -on the front of his ample waistcoat, Bloemstein entered his own house. - -Marieke sprang to meet him, embraced him cordially, and then said, -“Father, I’ve just had a letter from Heinrich, he’s coming to dinner -with us to-morrow.” - -“I’m very sorry, child; but this marriage with the Prussian doctor can’t -come to anything. I’ve another husband for you. You’re to marry my -Minister of the Interior.” - -“Whom do you say I am to marry?” - -“My Minister of the Interior.” - -“Who’s that?” - -“Mr Holzert.” - -“The crooked tailor! what a joke! I didn’t know you could be so funny, -father!” - -“It’s no joke; it’s quite serious, Marieke!” and he recounted all that -had taken place at the meeting. - -Marieke, however, was not convinced. “I won’t have him!” she cried, and -stamped her little foot on the ground;—“and if you say I must, I’ll -never marry at all!—there! ... I’ll go and tell mother about it!” - -Bloemstein did not await the arrival of his better half. Under pretext -of urgent business, the ruler of all Altenet, except his own house, -hastily escaped up the street, and did not return home till late in the -evening. - -On the following day—it was Sunday—all Altenet was clean turned upside -down. - -Bauer had summoned all his riflemen, as soon as high mass was over, and -they assembled in full uniform at the tavern kept by the Minister of -Finance. - -In a vigorous and pithy speech,—which he had been thinking over all -night,—he explained to his troops the danger which threatened the -country. - -His manly language carried his audience with him. The shout, “We’ll -conquer or die!” raised by the Minister of War, was loudly echoed by -every one; and in order still further to raise their courage, they all -added, “Another drop all round!” which was poured out by the Minister of -Finance in his shirt-sleeves, and with fingers trembling with emotion. - -“And now,” yelled Bauer, “we’re going to make a military march along the -Prussian frontier, and then all that _canaille_ can see that we’re not -afraid of them. Marbaise—you with the drum, your eldest boy with the -accordeon, and the other with the trumpet in front,—you three are the -band. Then you, Ummels, with the flag; and you, Gradus, with the bird; -and then we, the people!” - -However, it was a considerable time before all of them had left the -tavern and taken up their positions. - -They were a peculiar-looking troop, of about a hundred and twenty men; -mostly broad-shouldered fellows, though not tall—a kind of build common -to most miners. They wore all possible costumes, of all sorts of -colours; check trousers and black coats—blue blouses, long, short, new, -or half-worn;—suits of cloth, wool or linen—here and there a hero -marching in _sabots_. The majority were armed with old-fashioned -bell-mouthed blunderbusses; some, the tallest of the lot, were provided -with double-barrelled fowling-pieces, which at once branded them as -poachers. - -[Illustration: - - “CAUSED THEM TO GO THROUGH ALL POSSIBLE MANŒUVRES.” -] - -All, however, had the same head-covering—a green cap, with yellow -braid,—and all had wooden pipes in their mouths. The flag matched the -caps—white and yellowish green. The place next to the flag was occupied -by the silver bird, hung round with all the gold and silver medals worn -by the Altenetters in shooting competitions. - -“Look out!” cried Bauer, who, in token of his exalted position was hung -round with a string of small silver plates of different shapes and -sizes, and who, besides, showed his superior dignity by smoking, not a -pipe like the rest, but a cigar of immense length and thickness, which -had cost him two cents and a half. - -All placed themselves in position. - -“Right-about-face, and along the cinder path to the Prussian frontier. -Band, advance!” - -They advanced, with drum beating and accordeon chirping. Just in full -view of the German officials, who had come out to ascertain the cause of -the approaching noise, Bauer called a halt. Then he caused them to go -through all possible manœuvres, shoulder arms, port arms,—but not -“present”—_that_ he would never do “for those pig-dogs of Prussians.” - -These evolutions did not appear to command any particular admiration on -the part of the Germans; pitying smiles were seen to pass over their -countenances, and when at the command “Right-about-face!” half the -company turned to the left, so that the soldiers of Altenet stood facing -each other, they burst into a roar of laughter, which so aroused the -wrath of Klaos Drehmans (who had spent some years at Sittard), that he -stepped out of the ranks, and snorted defiance at the principal -custom-house clerk as follows:— - -“You! do you know what _you_ are? you’re a regular nuisance!” while -another member of the Altenet militia yelled at the top of his voice, -quite at a loss for a worse epithet, “Oh! thou accursed Prussian of a -Prussian!” - -It was truly a triumphal march when the Republican army returned from -this glorious campaign; the inhabitants uttered loud cries of joy, -alternating with abuse of the cowardly Prussian lot. - -Bloemstein stood, proudly defiant, in the full consciousness of his -presidential dignity, on the “stoop” of his house. And when the -standard-bearer had waved his flag three times over his head in the -President’s honour, and then tossed it on high, the President smiled -very genially, and waved back a salute with his hand, blowing thick -clouds of smoke the while from his long German pipe, a proceeding which -elicited thundering “hurrahs” from assembled Altenet. - -The only Altenetters who had not been able to witness this sublime -spectacle were Bloemstein’s wife and daughter; they had walked out to -meet Dr Olthausen coming from Aix-la-Chapelle, and fell in with him near -the village of Vaals. - -After the usual salutations, Marieke related to her betrothed all the -changes which had taken place in the government of Altenet, and also her -father’s resolution to marry her to the Minister of the Interior. At -this part of the story the mother clenched her fists, her eyes flashed -fire, and she said, threateningly, “Just let the fellow come into our -house, and I’ll make him repent his Affairs of the Interior.” - -To the great surprise of both ladies, Olthausen did not appear to be -angry; on the contrary, he began to laugh loudly, and seemed especially -diverted by the story of the postage-stamps. - -“We’ll have a regular good joke out of that,” he said, still laughing; -“but I won’t come to dinner with you to-day.” - -“Are you afraid of Bloemstein?” asked the mother. “Because you needn’t -be; I shall be at dinner too.” - -“No, I’m not afraid of him—only of laughing more than I ought.” - -“Never mind that; laugh at him as he deserves, and we’ll laugh too, -won’t we, Marieke?” - -“_Nein, liebes Madamchen_,” returned the doctor, “it will be better if I -don’t come—we’ll have some dinner here.” - -[Illustration: - - “JUST LET THE FELLOW COME INTO OUR HOUSE.” -] - -He went with the two women into the nearest eating-house in the village -and ordered dinner, also two sheets of paper and an envelope. While the -ladies were dining, he wrote a letter on one sheet, slowly and -carefully, with beautiful round letters, then dashed off another more -hastily, and enclosed both in one envelope, which he stamped and -addressed to “Herrn Oscar Olthausen, Rechtsanwalt, Berlin.” He then -directed Marieke to wait till her father was about to send away the -letters with the new Altenet stamps. “Then you must keep back the one -addressed to Bismarck, and post this in place of it; and then I assure -you that everything will come right, without you or your mother getting -into any trouble with the old gentleman.” - -They remained chatting for some little time longer, and then Dr -Olthausen took his leave and returned to Aix-la-Chapelle. - -Early on the following day Drikus the First set out for Limburg’s -metropolis. Arrived there, he turned his steps towards the barber’s -shop. A young shopman came to meet him, and politely relieved him of his -coat and hat. - -“See here, lad,” began Bloemstein, “did you ever shave a president?” - -“Why, yes, sir; only yesterday the President of the Congregation of the -Sacred Heart.” - -“No, I don’t mean one like that; I mean a great president.” - -“Oh, the one of the great club?” - -“No—greater still.” - -“The President of the Tribunal, then?” - -“No; greater still—a president of a republic!” - -“Of a republic, you say? No, I never shaved one—never in my life!” - -“Do you know what he looks like?” - -“Why, yes—like a gentleman.” - -“Very good, my boy; I see you understand. Now, that’s the way you’ve got -to shave me—for I’m one.” - -“You a president of a republic? Ha! ha! ha!” - -“What are you laughing at, boy?” - -“Because you’re trying to make a fool of me.” - -“Indeed and I’m not. I’m Drikus the First, President of the Independent -Republic of Altenet.” - -The lad laughed no longer; he looked round in alarm, convinced that he -had a madman in the room with him. - -“Shave my beard off!” commanded Bloemstein. - -“Very well, Mr ... President.” - -“_À la bonne heure_, my lad! I like that—you know how to behave.” - -[Illustration: - - “SEE HERE, LAD, DID YOU EVER SHAVE A PRESIDENT?” -] - -As speedily as possible the wish of this strange customer was gratified. - -“Now just wait a bit, my boy. I must see how the moustache looks by -itself,” and the ruler of the republic placed himself before the mirror. - -He remained for some time lost in admiration, then began to turn the -points of his moustache first up and then down. - -“What do you think of it, lad? Is it good enough for a president of a -republic?” - -“I don’t know.” - -“Hold your tongue, then, can’t you?” - -“Very good, Mr ... President ... as you please.” - -Suddenly honest Bloemstein turned round and fairly snorted at the poor -youth. “Just shave this side off,” he blustered, pointing to the right -half of his countenance. - -The youthful Figaro hastened to comply, having heard that a madman must -not be contradicted or he may become violent. His request having been -complied with, the President rose in order to admire himself in the -mirror. He covered first one and then the other half of his face with -one hand, in order to convince himself which style was most becoming to -the presidential dignity. - -The attractions of the clean-shaven half at length prevailed, and the -last remaining hair was removed. - -“What have you got to get?” asked Bloemstein, when this was done. - -“Ten centimes ... Mr President.” - -“There are two groschen for you.” - -“I have to give you two centimes change.” - -“Never mind that—you may keep them. A president of a republic has -nothing mean about him.” - -And with a proud and stately demeanour he departed in the direction of -the photographer’s. Scarcely had he left the barber’s, when the boy -hastened to the police-office, to relate how he had just been shaving a -fellow who must certainly have just escaped from the lunatic asylum, for -he had told him quite seriously that he was the president of a republic. -A policeman started immediately with the terrified barber’s boy to -search the streets of Maastricht for the lunatic. - -It was, however, in vain. Bloemstein had already entered the studio of a -neighbouring photographer, muttering, “I shall have to explain myself -differently here. It seems as though these Maastricht people had never -heard of the president of a republic.” - -When the photographer appeared, he accordingly delivered himself as -follows: “I want my photograph taken, but it must be properly done, for -I am a king.” - -“Very good, sir. Shall I give you a gun, then, or do you prefer a bow?” - -“A gun!—a bow! What for?” - -“Why, I’ve photographed a whole number of kings, and they——” - -“Ah! you know how to do it then?” - -“Of course I do.” - -“What kings have you taken?” - -“Why, only yesterday the Gronsveld one, and a few days ago one from -Neer-Itteren.” - -“How—what—kings of Gronsveld and Neer-Itteren?” - -“Yes, of course—those of the archery competition.” - -“You confounded idiot!—did I get shaved for that? Do I look like a king -of the archery competition? Why, I am king of a country—of a republic—an -independent republic! Do you understand now?” - -“Oh heavens!” cried the artist to himself, “the fellow is certainly -touched in the upper storey, and I shall have to look out, or he’ll -knock the whole shop to pieces.” He made his visitor a low bow, and -said,— - -“Very pleased, sir, to be honoured with your custom. May I ask your -Majesty to take a seat.... How would you like your portrait, -full-length, or bust only?” - -“Nothing but the bust; it’s for the stamps of the country, do you -understand?” - -“Certainly, certainly, sir, and will you kindly look through this -thing?” - -[Illustration: - - “NOW YOU CAN GO AHEAD.” -] - -“Very good, but remember that I want it to look respectable—do you -hear? ... And just wait a bit—I must see if my hair is all right;” and -he hastened to the looking-glass, moistened his palms, smoothed his head -with them, and took his place, with a last self-satisfied look at his -own image. - -“Now you can go ahead.” - -The photographer placed himself in front of his apparatus, and declared, -a moment later, that the picture was a splendid success, notwithstanding -the fact that it was impossible to pronounce on that point with any -degree of certainty, since he had not the courage to go into the dark -room and leave his eccentric customer alone. - -“When will they be finished?” asked Bloemstein. - -“Oh! as soon as your Majesty likes to have them.” - -“Can I have them next week? All right then, just send them to Drikus the -First, King of the Independent Republic of Altenet.” - -“I’ll do so without fail, your Majesty.” - -“If they turn out well, I’ll come back and bring my wife the queen, and -my daughter the princess; and I’ll give you leave to hang out a fine -gilt signboard with your own name on it, and after that ‘Photographer to -the King of the Republic of Altenet.’” - -“I’ll do my best, your Majesty.” - -The photographer too, immediately after his visitor’s departure, -hastened away to the temple of Justice, with the tidings that a fellow -as mad as a hatter, calling himself king of a republic, had just been at -his studio. Another gendarme was at once sent in pursuit. - -Meanwhile the object of their solicitude had entered the church of St -Servaas. It had struck him that, since his august head ought certainly -to be adorned with a crown, he might here find a pattern for the same in -painting or sculpture. He remained standing a long time before a picture -representing the Adoration of the Magi, but none of the three crowns -worn by those royal personages suited his fancy. “They haven’t got -points enough,” he muttered, and searched further, but in vain, till at -last he came to a statue of the Madonna, which realised his ideal. There -was the crown he had always imagined—with points standing straight up -all round it. - -He delayed not a moment, but hastened out into the street, and entered -the first coppersmith’s shop he came to. - -“Can you make me a crown like Our Lady’s in St Servaas’s?” he asked. - -“Oh! yes, sir. What size do you want it?” - -[Illustration: - - “HIS AUGUST HEAD OUGHT CERTAINLY TO BE ADORNED WITH A CROWN.” -] - -“As big as my head; you can take the measure now.” - -“What for? You don’t want to wear it, do you?” - -“Of course I do—nothing is more certain.” - -“Sir, are you mad? or might you happen to be a Freemason?” - -“Mad! mad! Mad yourself, fellow!” - -“Just wait a bit, and I’ll show you which of us is mad!” and before the -poor president could assume a defensive attitude, the smith had seized -him and thrown him into the street. - -This roused Bloemstein’s wrath, and his objurgations speedily collected -a crowd in the street. - -“There he is!” a voice cried suddenly, echoed by “Now you’ve got him!” -from another quarter, as the barber’s boy and the photographer appeared -on the scene, escorted by a policeman apiece. In the twinkling of an eye -the two officials had mastered the furious president, and in spite of -his vigorous resistance, and his protestation that, as President of -Altenet, his person was inviolable, the unhappy man was lugged off to -the little dark hole known to the population of Maastricht as “the -larder.” - -“What is your name?” was the first question asked him by the police -commissioner. - -“You might ask it a little more civilly,” was the reply. - -The commissioner immediately complied with this request. - -“Will you be so kind as to tell me whom I have the honour of speaking -to?” - -“That’s the proper way to speak, and now I shall answer you. I am Wullem -Drikus Bloemstein, President of the Independent Republic of Altenet.” - -“And where do you live?” - -“Well, I should have thought you had no need to ask. At Altenet, the -capital of the Republic of Altenet.” - -“Thank you.” - -One of the inspectors was immediately despatched to Altenet to make -inquiries on the spot as to the personality of the prisoner. - -[Illustration: - - “THERE HE IS!” -] - -The officer returned the same day, with the tidings that all Altenet was -one great lunatic asylum; that every human being he had met and spoken -to there was even madder than the one who had been caught; everything he -had seen and heard was sheer nonsense and delirium, and so he had been -obliged to return as he came. - -Medical aid was summoned, but all in vain; the gentlemen were unable to -agree, one asserting that the patient was suffering from _aberratio -mentalis_, while another thought things were not so bad as that. - -“After all, what business is it of ours?” said one at last. “Send him -back to his home, and let them settle it among themselves.” - -This counsel met with unanimous approbation, and was, in fact, the most -practical, and at the same time the easiest, way of disposing of the -prisoner. - -Bloemstein was furious; and when the gendarmes who escorted him took -leave of him at the frontier, he was almost beside himself with rage. He -would have liked to take them with him into his dominions, where he was -undisputed lord and master; he would then have summoned the commander of -the local rifles, and ordered him to shut up the Maastricht officials -for a whole day in the cellar below the council-chamber. But, alas! fate -was against him, he could not gratify his desire for vengeance; but -being forced to relieve his feelings in some way, he did so by -indignantly shouting after their retreating figures, “You Dutch -cheese-heads, you!” - -With hasty steps he forthwith sought his chief counsellor, the Minister -for Home Affairs, the tailor Holzert. In excited language, and with wild -gestures, he related the story of the outrage suffered by him at -Maastricht, and asked, in conclusion, “What are we to do?” - -The tailor put his hand to his head, and remained for some little time -lost in thought. - -“What are we to do?” repeated Bloemstein; “we can’t let a thing like -that pass.” - -“What are we to do?” replied Holzert, speaking slowly and solemnly. -“Why, we must declare war against Holland.” - -“Declare war against Holland?” - -“Yes.” - -“And what for?” - -“For high treason.” - -“You’re right, you’re right; we must send for Bauer at once.” - -“No, not so fast; we must have the stamps first, with your head on them, -and then the Hollanders can see whom they have to deal with.” - -“You’re right again, tailor,” said Drikus I., flattered not a little by -these words. - -“Besides that, I haven’t finished the ministers’ suits yet, and we can -do nothing without them; everything has got to be respectable.” - -“Of course.” - -During the next few days an unheard-of political commotion prevailed in -the usually calm atmosphere of Altenet. - -Every evening, when work was over, Bauer’s rifles assembled in the -Minister of Finance’s public-house, in order to exchange ideas as to the -coming war with Holland. - -Guesses were given as to where the first battle would be fought, and -calculations were made as to how soon they would be before the gates of -Amsterdam, and how many thousand millions they would make the Dutch pay -as war indemnity. - -Bloemstein, meanwhile, wrote innumerable letters to all the powers of -Europe, to give them notice of his accession. All of them were enclosed -in large square envelopes, and laid out in a long row on the table. - -“And when once I’ve stuck on the stamps, with my head on them, why, -then, I shall be no end of a fellow, Marieke,” he repeatedly remarked to -his daughter. - -The portraits, however, did not arrive. - -[Illustration: - - “WROTE INNUMERABLE LETTERS TO ALL THE POWERS OF EUROPE.” -] - -After the lapse of a fortnight, Bloemstein’s ploughman—for he had no -intention of going to Maastricht again himself—was sent to the -photographer’s, to ask whether the portraits of the President of the -Republic of Altenet were not yet ready. - -“Do you really want them?—seriously?” inquired the artist. - -“I suppose so, seeing as how I had to come here a-purpose.” - -“Very well, I’ll send them next week.” - -At the appointed time the impatiently awaited packet at last arrived at -the house of Altenet’s ruler. Something else arrived as well,—the long -royal mantle promised by the tailor, richly ornamented with gold fringe. - -Bloemstein was quite excited with joy. Without a moment’s delay he flung -the royal insignia round his shoulders, and then stood before the -mirror, admiring his front and back view by turns. He was -satisfied—perfectly and entirely satisfied—both with the garment and him -who wore it! - -“The other fellows must see that too! Thunder! how they’ll stare!” - -Immediately Bloemstein’s man was sent to summon the council, and before -long Marbaise, Klessens, Conrads, Bauer, and Holzert entered—all clad in -their uniforms, consisting of long coats trimmed with gold lace, -knee-breeches, long woollen stockings of a doubtful white, and swords -dangling at their sides. - -It was quite evident that Holzert had given his whole time and attention -to the job, as was, moreover, irrefutably proved by an unexpected -incident. - -When all were gathered round the big table, loudly uttering their -admiration of their ruler’s portrait, long Kwoib Hermes suddenly rushed -into the room, in his red baize drawers, with the tails of a blue shirt -fluttering above them, and shouted aloud—“Thou accursed tailor, where -are my trousers? I must go to early mass to-morrow, and I have no -trousers!” - -“You shall have them to-morrow; to-morrow morning early, Kwoib,” replied -the indignant tradesman. - -“No, I want them to-night. You’ve promised me them all the week, and I’m -going to have those trousers of mine to-night.” - -“Man, don’t make such a scandalous row! Just think where you are—before -the ministers of the republican council!” - -“The ministers and the council and the whole republic may be stolen, for -all I care! I want my trousers, and I’m not going away from here before -I get them.” And therewith he took a chair, and seated himself among the -ministers of the crown. - -“Will you get out or not?” asked Bauer, threateningly. - -“No; I’m not going before I get my trousers.” - -Suddenly Bloemstein heard the steps of his wife and daughter, who were -coming to see what the noise was. Fearing that they might come in for -this unseemly spectacle, he thrust the intruder into the next room, with -the words, “There; you’ll find some trousers in there; just put them on -in the meantime.” - -Not long after, Hermes appeared in a garment much too short for him, -which, however, by way of compensation, was also a great deal too wide. - -The assembly was now able to finish its deliberations in peace and -quiet. The portraits having been unanimously approved of, No. 2 of the -Agenda came up for discussion. This was, “Declaration of war against -Holland on the ground of high treason.” The debate was lively and -confused. - -Bauer wanted to summon his men at once, surprise Maastricht the same -night, take the garrison prisoners, and march farther into the country. - -Conrads, on the other hand, could see no good in such incautious haste. -“Let’s wait till we get the corn in; then we can bake bread for our men -through the war.” - -“No need of that!” shouted Bauer. “We’ll get all the bread we want from -the Dutch.” - -Holzert was inclined to agree with Conrads, but for other reasons. “We -must ask for explanations first; that’s always the way,” he declared. -“We ought to give them time to investigate the outrage committed on our -president, and make their apologies. Besides that,” he added, “till we -have stamps of our own we can’t declare war.” - -“That’s true, that’s true!” cried several voices, “it would never do to -declare war on Holland with Prussian stamps.” - -“Very well, then,” raged Bauer, “but you must get them made directly, -Bloemstein!” - -“I’ll promise that,” replied the President. - -Herewith the solemn session concluded. - -[Illustration] - -A few weeks later the longed-for stamps appeared. They looked neat -enough. A striking likeness of Bloemstein was surrounded by a garland of -intertwined spades and pickaxes—symbols of labour—and above, in good -bold letters, ALTENET. - -There were blue, red, and green ones—of one, two, and three groschen -respectively. - -“Marieke! Marieke!” cried the delighted Bloemstein. “Come here, child; -I’ve something to show you. What do you think of that?” - -“Oh, quite beautiful, father!” - -“Really, child?” - -“And will they be sent to all the kings and emperors—all in the whole -world?” - -“All in the whole world.” - -“To Bismarck too?” - -“He’s going to get one as well; but it won’t please him, I assure you, -Marieke.” - -“Now you’ll need to send them off at once; may I help you to put the -stamps on?” - -“Surely, Marieke.” - -The father and daughter sat down before the table, on which lay the long -row of already written letters. - -“Here’s Bismarck’s!” cried the girl suddenly. - -“Put double stamps on that,” said Bloemstein. - -Instead of obeying this order, Marieke contrived to slip the letter into -her pocket. - -“Shall I take them to the post-office now, father?” - -“Yes, do, child—only mind you don’t lose any, specially the one to -Bismarck.” - -“You needn’t be afraid,” and she skipped out of the room to fetch her -hat, and perhaps also the letter she had received from her _fiancé_. - -It was not long before an answer came from Berlin. - -Bloemstein summoned his faithful councillors at once, in order to open -the official document in their midst. The ministers hastened to the -council-chamber, as fast as their legs could carry them. They took up -positions behind their President, and stuck their heads together, trying -to see with their own eyes the answer from the German Empire. - -With trembling hand Bloemstein opened the missive, and in a voice -quivering with emotion, he began to read, in German:— - - “_Verehrter Herr Präsident._ - - “In reply to your letter, I have received orders from my Emperor to - declare war on your Republic, and send off an army of 150,000 men to - the frontier, because— - - “1. You have caused postage-stamps to be made without permission from - the German Government. - - “2. It is known to us that you have been taking upon yourself to - oppose your daughter’s marriage to our loyal subject, Dr Heinrich - Olthausen. - - “3. You want to force that charming and lovely girl to marry an - objectionable, crooked tailor. - - “We give you a week to comply with our conditions. - - “BISMARCK.” - -There was a moment’s painful silence. There it was, in great fat round -letters—“BISMARCK.” There was no possible doubt about it. - -[Illustration: - - “DECLARE WAR!” -] - -“The confounded low _Schwerenöther_ of a Prussian!” yelled Holzert at -last, crimson with passion, and quivering on his little bow-legs. -“Declare war, Bloemstein! declare war!” he went on. “Let them come, the -low _canaille!_ we’ll blow up the mine as soon as they get on top of it, -and then there’ll be an end of them!” and suddenly turning to the -Minister of War, he added, “Bauer, how many men have you?” - -[Illustration: - - “HASTENED TO THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.” -] - -“A hundred and twenty-three, counting the band,” was the answer. - -“That’s not one to a thousand,” suggested Conrads; “and besides that, -we’ve got the war with Holland on our hands,—it won’t do—it won’t do! -What do you think yourself, Bauer?” - -“What I think? I think you’re a coward, Conrads, to talk so—a coward, do -you understand? Conquer or die, that’s our cry!” - -“Yes, but we can’t conquer, and dying isn’t much good. Holzert won’t get -his Marieke by it if we do!” - -“But in that case the Prussian pig-dog won’t have her either!” shouted -Holzert, banging the table with his fists. - -At this, however, Bloemstein’s paternal feelings revolted. His daughter, -his pretty Marieke—dead! No, he would rather see her married to the -Prussian doctor, for the Prussians were not so bad after all! Nay, they -even knew how to appreciate beauty—had not Bismarck himself written that -she was a “charming, lovely girl”? - -Klessens also was for peace, and so was Marbaise. “Against 150,000 -Prussians,” said the latter, “and a few thousand Hollanders on top of -those, you, Bauer, with your hundred and twenty men——” - -“A hundred and twenty-three!” interrupted the commander of the Altenet -forces. - -“Well, a hundred and twenty-three, if you like—but you can’t do anything -with them!” - -A great deal more talking and shouting took place, and at last the -President determined to end the debate by putting the question to the -vote. - -“War!” yelled Holzert. “Peace!” “Peace!” “Peace!” muttered Conrads, -Marbaise, and Klessens, in succession. - -“War!” thundered Bauer; and “I’m for peace,” said the President in -conclusion. - -Peace was therefore resolved on by a majority of two votes. - -Several months have passed. The miners are at work again; the farmer is -ploughing his fields; the lark sings high in air; the Altenet -postage-stamps have been destroyed; and Marieke is the happy wife of Dr -Olthausen. - -No answer was ever received from the rest of the kings and emperors,—it -is just possible that Marieke may have forgotten to post the letters -entrusted to her care. - - L. H. J. LAMBERTS-HURRELBRINCK. - - - - - _NEWSPAPER HUMOUR_. - - -“LOOK here, waiter!” cried a gentleman in a restaurant, “here’s a hair -in my soup!” - -For all answer and excuse, the waiter removed his cap, showing a head as -bare and smooth as a billiard ball. - -“Yes, I see,” resumed the customer, “I see it was your last hair; that’s -all right, it will never happen again!” - - * * * * * - -“So you’ve written a play, M. Vermorcken?” - -“Yes, my friend, I have that honour.” - -“And it is quite finished?” - -“Yes—no—yes; that is to say, not the play itself, yet—but my speech, -that I am to make, when I thank them for calling me out on the stage.” - - - - - _FICTION AT SEA._ - - -It is quiet now on deck. The singing forward has ceased, the watch is -set, and the larboard watch, who are to come on at midnight, are -below—including the tall corporal of marines, whom we heard just now -singing bass. But the little monkey of a boy, who took the tenor part in -“O Julia!” belongs to the starboard watch, and now has another -occupation on hand. - -Seated on a tub turned upside down, close to the foremast, he is reading -aloud, by the light of a lantern, out of an “awfully fine” book. - -The boy (his name is Jozef) can read “real first-rate”; and from each of -the listeners seated round him he is to receive the sum of two cents. - -The book which he now has before him, and which is covered with -oil-stains, because he has to hold it so close to the lantern,—the book -which is so “awfully fine,” is entitled “Count Matatskai; or, The Bandit -with the Grey Beard: A Story from the Mountains.” - -Count Matatskai is a youthful nobleman who has fallen in love with a -mountain maiden, the beautiful but fierce Krimhelia, daughter of a -chamois-hunter. After various meetings on the rocks by moonlight, with a -faithful old servitor _incognito_ in the background, Krimhelia makes up -her mind to accept the Count’s love, and fly with him to a distant -country, where counts and the daughters of chamois-hunters stand -precisely on the same social footing. But now a difficulty occurs, and -it is this: Krimhelia has sworn an oath to avenge the death of her -father, who has been killed in a fight with the band commanded by the -Grey-Bearded Brigand. - -This is the point Jozef has reached in the story. Several of his -audience have already dropped asleep; but the reader does not notice -it—he is too much absorbed in his narrative,—and continues, in his -“first-rate” manner, which—heard at a distance—reminds one of nothing so -much as of the soft but continuous murmur of a babbling brook—commas and -other stops being, in this method, so entirely left in the background, -or else occurring in such remarkable places, that a reporter would have -been forced to reproduce his text somewhat as follows:— - -“Krimhelia looked the Count straight in the face. - -“Look at me Count said she do you see this glittering dagger as sure as -the moon, hangs yonder in heaven and illuminates my pale features so -surely will I thrust this, dagger into the heart of the Bandit, with the -Grey Beard first and before I throw myself as your consort into your -arms but why so pale Count and why do you tremble so?” - -Now Jozef is interrupted by the master-tailor, a thin, little man, of -whom it is commonly said on board that he knows a thing or two more than -most people. - -“Now, I know,” says he, in his piping voice. - -“What d’ye know?” asks the boatswain, who has little or no opinion of -the master-tailor. - -“As how the gentleman—the Count, I mean—and the other,—the Bandit with -the Grey Beard,—that both of them are one and the same man.” - -“Well, you calico-spoiler—you know that, do you? Well—I know that too, -and all of us know it right enough; but you needn’t take another man’s -share in the reading for all that. Go ahead, boy!” - -The master-tailor is looked at with contempt from various quarters, and -Jozef pursues his reading with a chapter describing how Count Matatskai -comes home in a bad temper. - -“The Count threw himself down on a couch adorned with costly velvet, -relieve me of my riding-boots—thus he spoke to the grey-headed old -servant Gabario who, brought him a silver goblet with sparkling wine -saying, that this was his favourite wine from the great vineyard south -of the castle but, the Count made a gesture of refusal with his left -hand and said me liketh no wine Gabario avaunt and saddle—my horse!” - -This was the end of the chapter, and Jozef took breath. - -“It’s a capital thing,” said the boatswain, “when a man can have the -things for the ordering in that way. What comes next, Jozef?” - -The boatswain is beginning to feel sleepy, and would therefore like -Jozef to tell him the end at once; but this Jozef is by no means -inclined to do,—he goes ahead valiantly, and by degrees, though he does -not observe it, his whole audience drops asleep. At last, when he has -reached the closing scene, there is no one to listen to it but the -master-tailor, who can scarcely keep his small grey eyes open. - -“Just hear this, now!” says Jozef, who—though he has read the book -through twice before—is as enthusiastic over this passage as the first -time. “Now you must listen! Now the Count is sitting up alone in the -rocks, in a ... cavern, they call it, ... and now he is the Bandit with -the Grey Beard; and the other robbers are sitting in the back of the -cavern round a great big fire, and some of them are lying asleep, and -the others are roasting great pieces of meat at the fire, and they’re -drinking wine with it ... out of gold cups that they’ve stolen.... But -the Bandit with the Grey Beard— ... _he’s_ sitting all by himself, you -see,—and now Krimhelia comes in—you know—the young lady he thinks so -much of.” - -And Jozef resumes his reading—how Krimhelia approaches, cautiously, with -the glittering dagger; how the Grey-Bearded Bandit, looking up, suddenly -sees her standing behind him; how Krimhelia seizes him by the beard and -drives the dagger into his heart; and how, at the same moment, the long -grey beard comes off in her hand, and she looks with horror on the -“pallid dying countenance” of Count Matatskai. - -Now follows a dialogue between the dying bandit chief and the “almost -fainting” Krimhelia, who is “filled with consternation”; in the course -of which the tailor finally closes his eyes unobserved. - -Now comes the closing scene; the other robbers come out from behind the -fire, Krimhelia takes to flight, and climbs to the top of a steep dark -rock on the edge of a “yawning abyss.” - -As Jozef reads, he bends over his book, leans his head on his hands, and -sees the whole thing taking place before his eyes. He sees Krimhelia -standing on the top of the rock. The day is breaking in the east. The -robbers are pursuing her, and begin to climb the rock.... - -Jozef reads on,—at a passionately accelerated pace, and with the most -singular stops imaginable:— - -“There she stood proudly—like a queen with her long, loose hair and her -shining white face standing out sharply against the red sunrise-tinted -sky with horror—she saw in the unfathomable depth at her feet the -bandits approaching. Already the foremost was stretching out his hand to -seize her and she saw, the morning-light falling on his horrible -features when suddenly, her ear was struck by a sound of men’s voices -singing beneath her in the valley she listens, it is the morning song of -her brothers, she lifts her hands skywards and looks up to the paling -moon and the stars ‘Ic-come’! she cries” (all in one word) “... and with -a HOARSE shriek she flings herself down into the abyss at the same -moment the Bandit Chief drew his last breath and the Count Matatskai was -no more THE END.” - -“That’s all!” said Jozef. “That’s fine, ain’t it? ... Oh! lor! ... -they’re all asleep.” - -Jozef cannot at once get over a slight feeling of indignation against an -audience, capable of dropping-off “in the middle of a bit like -that,”—but as it is not an isolated experience on his part, he soon -makes up his mind to pay no further attention to it. He takes the -lantern away, goes forward, and lies down on the deck with the -oil-stained book under his head—looking up at the moon right above him, -and beginning to see, in the air, all sorts of figures, which gradually -acquire a likeness to Count Matatskai and the “young lady he thinks so -much of.” - - _A. Werumeus Buning_. - - - - - _NEWSPAPER HUMOUR._ - - - FROM SAD EXPERIENCE. - -_She_—“Do tell me, how do you know the age of a horse you want to buy?” - -_He_—“Nothing easier; you just double the age the dealer gives him.” - - * * * * * - -_Professor_ (_at a clinical lecture_)—“This patient has been suffering -from a disease of the hip-joint, so that he still walks lame to an -appreciable extent. What would you, sir” (to one of the students), “do -in such a case?” - -_Student_—“I think, in that case, I should walk lame too, sir.” - - * * * * * - - NATURAL HISTORY. - -_Master_—“The development and improvement of race has not only shown -itself among mankind, but may clearly be observed among the lower -animals. Who can give me an example of this?” - -[Illustration: - - FROM SAD EXPERIENCE. -] - -_Janneke Snobs_—“I, sir.” - -_M._—“In what sort of animals?” - -_J. S._—“Among asses, sir.” - -_M._—“How so?” - -_J. S_.—“Why, in Balaam’s time, asses were only just beginning to speak, -and yesterday I heard M. Snugger say that there are plenty of asses -sitting in the Chamber of Deputies.” - - * * * * * - - HISTORY. - -_Master_—“In what battle was Gustav Adolf killed?” - -_Janneke Snobs_—“In his last battle, I believe, sir.” - - * * * * * - - PRECAUTIONS. - -Many centuries ago, the gallows stood on the banks of the Scheldt; and -once, when two thieves were to be hanged, the rope broke, as the first -was being turned off, and let him into the water. He swam across the -river, and escaped. - -“Look out!” said the second to the executioner, “see that the rope does -not break with me—for _I can’t swim!_” - - * * * * * - -A gentleman was buying a newspaper at a kiosk, and wanted change for a -frank. “I have no change,” said the saleswoman; “you can pay me -to-morrow.” - -“But supposing I am dead by to-morrow?” - -“Oh, that can’t be any great loss,” she replied, innocently. - - * * * * * - -A servant girl, writing home to her parents, said, “I am sorry I have no -money to buy a stamp for this letter; I will put two on the next.” - - _Uilenspiegel._ - -[Illustration: - - “A GENTLEMAN WAS BUYING A PAPER AT A KIOSK.” -] - - * * * * * - - IN COURT. - -_Judge_—“Is this your signature?” - -_Witness_—“I don’t know.” - -_Judge_—“Look at it carefully.” - -_Witness_—“I can’t say for certain.” - -_Judge_ (impatiently)—“Come, make haste, just write your name.” - -_Witness_—“I’m no scholar, sir; I can’t write.” - - * * * * * - - ECONOMY. - -_Father_—“I should never have thought that studying would have cost so -much money.” - -_Student-Son_—“Yes; and if you only knew how little I have studied!” - - * * * * * - -Van Honsbœren, junior, one evening sat gazing at his father, when the -latter had fallen asleep sitting by the stove. - -“Father,” cried the little fellow, suddenly, “you look just like a -lion!” - -“A lion!” exclaimed Van Honsbœren, waking up, “why, you’ve never seen -any lions.” - -“Oh yes, father! on the beach at Blankenberghe.” - -“You stupid boy, those were not lions, they were donkeys.” - -“Well, those are what I mean!” - - * * * * * - -_Snugger—“M. le Juge_, I have been fined for letting my dog go about -without a muzzle, and he certainly had one on.” - -_Judge_—“The _agent de police_ says your dog had no muzzle on.” - -_Snugger_—“Indeed, he had one on, sir.” - -_Gendarme_—“Yes, but he was not wearing it on his head.” - -_Snugger_—“The regulations do not specify _where_ a dog is to wear his -muzzle—and so, to let the beast get his breath, I tied the muzzle to his -tail.” - -_Judge_—“Five francs fine. Next case!” - - * * * * * - -Snobs has bought a steam-engine, and was showing it to his friend -Snugger yesterday. - -“How many horse-power is that machine?” asked Snugger. - -“Horse-power!” exclaimed Snobs, “don’t you see it goes by steam?” - - * * * * * - -Nothing is more uncomfortable for a woman who has to keep a secret than -to find no one who is curious about it. - - * * * * * - -The human being who can pass a hoarding marked “Wet Paint,” without -putting his finger on it to feel if the paint really is wet, possesses -strength of will and self-control enough to rule a kingdom. - - * * * * * - -A lady having run against the freshly painted rail of a bridge, and -carried off a considerable quantity of the paint on her dress, the -bridge-keeper said to her consolingly,— - -“Never mind, ma’am, they’re going to paint it again to-morrow, any way!” - - - - - _FARMER GERRIT’S VISIT TO AMSTERDAM._ - - - Gerrit Meeuwsen and his son Gijs, living in the depths of the country, - in the Betuwe district (the old Batavian Island, between the Rhine and - the Waal), have made up their minds—after long deliberation—for an - expedition by rail to the Amsterdam kermis. As they have never left - home before, preparations are made which suggest an Arctic voyage, and - they take a solemn farewell of their friends and relations. The - railway station is safely reached, after a drive of many miles; and - Gerrit severs the last link, so to speak, by sending back Jan—the - farm-man—with the trap. - -“G’morning,” said father and son, at once. - -“Good-morning, friends,” replied the station clerk, who was seated at a -table doing sums. - -Meeuwsen took off his great woollen gloves, hauled out his double-cased -watch, and said, “Might it be about time for the railway to come?” - -“Don’t know,” answered Gijs, who thought that his father was asking the -question of him. - -The clerk, a good-natured fellow, understanding that the question was -addressed to him, replied, “Oh! I suppose you mean the _train_. Yes, -that will be coming by very soon,—perhaps in thirteen, or fourteen, or -fifteen minutes. Where do you want to go?” - -“To Amsterdam,” replied Meeuwsen. - -“Amsterdam—third-class?” asked the clerk. - -“Third-class, what’s that?” returned Gerrit. - -“Three classes, you know, my good friend,” the clerk explained; “first, -second, and third. The first is the dearest, the second middling, and -the third the cheapest.” - -“Then the third won’t do for us, nor the second neither,” said Gerrit. -“I always sit in the first seat at church in our village, for I be -churchwarden.”[16] - -“First-class?” asked the clerk, in surprise, “but—do you know——” - -“Never you mind; I want first-class, do you hear?” said Gerrit. - -“Well, it’s all the same to me,” said the clerk, rising. He went to the -place where he kept the tickets, stamped two, and received the rich -Betuwers money. - -“Gracious! there’s the train!” cried the clerk, whose calculation of -fifteen minutes had been rather too liberal. “Will you come out, -please?” - -Gerrit and Gijs, the latter carrying the carpet-bag, rushed out on to -the platform, followed by the clerk. The approaching train seemed to the -travellers to grow longer the more they looked at it, and, when it -stopped, both father and son involuntarily took a step backwards. - -Neither Gerrit nor Gijs knew exactly what happened to them next; but -when they got back all their senses,—for the wind was blowing freshly in -their faces,—they saw themselves in a carriage containing, besides -themselves, two other passengers, and which allowed free passage to the -wind on all sides. - -“Bad weather for the money,” grumbled Gerrit. - -“Why! come and sit over here,” cried one of their fellow-travellers, -apparently a Jew, who was sitting on the opposite side of the carriage, -with his back to the engine. “Sit here, on the first seat; you will be -frozen to death over there.” - -Gerrit looked at his son, and then both stumbled along the shaking -carriage to the other end, and occupied the end seats. - -“That’s a difference!” said Gijs, whose skin felt like that of a plucked -chicken. - -“Well, this does shake!” said Meeuwsen. “No!—that third-class is enough -to kill one!” - -Nathan, who was reading a book, which, as Gerrit could see, seemed to -begin at the end and go backwards, did not speak again. The second -travelling-companion had turned up the collar of his thick overcoat and -was snoring; and our two gentlemen from Betuwe, having nothing to say to -each other, were silent, and thought—what, no one ever will know. - -After a few minutes’ run, a conductor appeared—whence, neither Gerrit -nor Gijs could understand—and asked them, “Where for, gentlemen?” - -“_Gentlemen!_” exclaimed Gerrit, with fine scorn, “_that_ won’t go down -with us!” - -“Farmers, then!” said the conductor, “where for?” - -Meeuwsen thought the fellow had no manners, and said, “I and my son for -Amsterdam.” - -“Show your tickets, please,” said the conductor. - -Meeuwsen began to search for them.... “I’d put them away so carefully,” -he remarked, while turning out all his pockets. - -“Well, never mind,” resumed the conductor (he was very cold, and wanted -to get back to his warm corner in the closed compartment), “you can show -me them presently.” - -“Very good,” replied Gerrit, who began to think the man was not so bad -after all. - -The conductor disappeared again, in the same mysterious fashion, and -Gerrit suddenly remembered that he had put away the tickets inside his -watch-case. - -At every station, when the whistle of the engine was heard, Gijs was -seized with consternation, thinking that a child or some other living -creature had been run over. Every time the train stopped, the sons of -Batavia prepared to alight, and each time they were politely stopped by -Nathan, who told them they might just make their minds easy, for they -had not got there yet. Gijs thereupon came to the conclusion that the -journey would not be over so soon as the schoolmaster had led them to -suppose. - -At length, after they had left the last of the intermediate stations -behind, the mysterious conductor appeared once more, and asked for the -tickets; and Gerrit, who had kept them carefully in his hand, under his -woollen glove, produced them, and gave them up. - -“First-class!” said the conductor. “Why, man, you’ve certainly had the -best for your money!” - -“Hi?” said Meeuwsen, who could not understand what the fellow meant. - -“Stupid bumpkins!” muttered the conductor in an undertone, happily -inaudible to the Meeuwsens, and left the carriage with a loud -“Amsterdam, gentlemen!” The train now stopped for good. Every one got -out, and there was such a row that Gerrit and his son could not -understand what was going on, and stood staring about them quite dazed. - -People, carriages, cabs, omnibuses, trunks, drivers with brandished -whips, crying, “This way, sir!—Hotel this!—Hotel that!—just off!” There -was such a swarming and confusion that our travellers only regained -their full consciousness when they found themselves sitting in an -omnibus, packed, knee to knee, like herrings in a barrel,—and, probably, -dreaming—at least, so they thought. - -“Where to, sir?” asked the conductor of the omnibus, in a green coat -trimmed with silver lace, of the person sitting next the door. - -“The Dam,” was the answer. “Botermarkt,” said another passenger. “Rokin, -No. 11,” said another; and another followed with “The Mint.” - -“Sir?” said the inquisitive man, addressing Gijs. - -“I?” asked Gijs, staring wildly; “to the Fair, isn’t it, father?” - -All the passengers laughed, except three or four who were in a hurry to -get to the Exchange. - -“Be’st mad, I think, boy,” said Gerrit, grinning. “No, mate,” he went -on, addressing the conductor, “to a lodging.” - -“Which hotel?” was then the question. “First, second, third, fourth, -fifth class? Rondeel, Doelen, Munt—or do you want to go to the Nes?”[17] - -Whether Gerrit was thinking of the third-class carriage in which he had -been sitting with Gijs, and contrasting it with the imaginary -first-class where he found a place by the side of Nathan, we do not -know; but it is certain that he shivered at the idea of a fifth-class, -and had his answer ready at once— - -“First-class, man! First-class!” - -“_Vieux Doelen!_” cried the conductor, with a smile and a furtive wink -at the passenger next the door. - -The omnibus stopped, and Gerrit and Gijs were beckoned to come out. How -they ever got through the double row of knees is quite incomprehensible; -and twice did the heels of Gijs’ heavy boots come unpleasantly in -contact with corns, whose proprietors, therefore, unkindly addressed him -as “Clumsy lout!” and “Dumb ass!” - -“How much is it?” asked Gerrit. - -The conductor gave a look round, and then said, under his breath— - -“Only ten stivers[18] each, sir. I can’t ask you for more.” - -Meeuwsen gave him a florin, whereupon he asked whether the gentleman -couldn’t spare him a trifle for himself! - -This question was answered by the good-natured farmer thrusting a -_kwartje_[19] into his hand; and the unscrupulous rascal drove away, -laughing in his sleeve. - -Gerrit, and Gijs with the carpet-bag on his back, stared for a long time -at the fine house, with the gilt letters on the front; and at length -ventured to go up the steps, though they could not make up their minds -to venture in. - -“What do you want?” politely asked a handsome young gentleman, in a -snow-white waistcoat and a beautiful black jacket, who came out of the -broad hall and walked up to them. - -“Lodgings,” answered Gerrit. - -“For yourself?” asked the young gentleman, who, seen at close quarters, -seemed older than his jacket would have led one to suppose. - -“I and my son Gijs,” said Gerrit. - -“You?” again asked the young gentleman. - -“Is that so hard to understand?” asked the farmer. “Are there no -lodgings here? Can we get them, or can’t we?” - -The young gentleman walked away, and stopped to speak to another young -gentleman like unto himself, who met him in the corridor. Soon after two -more arrived, one of them with a napkin over his arm, and all the four -began to laugh immoderately; so that Gerrit began to be tired of -waiting, and, approaching the group, said, with some violence, “Now, -what is it to be? Are we to get rooms, or are we not?” The young -gentlemen continued to giggle, but suddenly stopped, and scattered with -surprising rapidity, for a dignified elderly person entered the -vestibule, and asked what was the matter here. Whereupon Gerrit -expounded to him that he had asked, in a straightforward and downright -way, for lodgings; that he did not know what the young gentlemen were up -to; that he had come with his son to attend the fair; that he had no -mind to be what-you-may-call-ummed and made a fool of by those young -gentlemen; and that he asked, once more, Could he, or could he not? - -The respectable gentleman took a good look at Gerrit and Gijs—the latter -was still outside the door with the carpet-bag—for some moments; but the -open honest face, and generally prosperous appearance of the farmer, -reassured him as to the probability of their being good customers. He -then laid his forefinger against his nose, and called out to one of the -young gentlemen,— - -“No. 71 and 72, Karel. _Allons!_” - -Karel came. Gerrit beckoned Gijs to come in. Gijs also came. - -“Take the gentleman’s luggage,” said the proprietor of the hotel to -Karel, pointing to the carpet-bag, which Gijs still carried over his -shoulder. - -“Oh, no! thank you,” said Gijs, as the young gentleman Karel went about -to relieve him of his load. Karel, however, did not leave go. The -proprietor was present; and, in spite of Gijs’ asseverations that he was -far too kind, he seized the bag and flew up the broad staircase like a -jumping rabbit. - -“If you will follow, gentlemen,” said the proprietor, “the _garçon_ will -show you your rooms.” Gerrit, putting up, for the sake of peace, with -the title of gentleman, followed the flying _garçon_, and Gijs followed -his father. - -“Where are we going to?” cried the stout farmer, to whom climbing of -stairs was an unaccustomed exercise. - -“To No. 71 and 72,” said the _garçon_. - -“I don’t care what number it is—number thousand, if you like—but I -didn’t come here to climb up a tower!” - -“We shall be there directly,” said Karel, still flying on ahead. - -“Go on, then!” said Gerrit, taking courage; and on they went again, up -stairs and more stairs—there was no end to it. - -“Are we not there yet?” sighed Meeuwsen, when Gijs had counted the -forty-fifth flight of steps, and they had come to an arched doorway. - -“This way round!” cried Karel, and flew on, still higher. - -“No! that’s too much; I give it up!” cried Gerrit, holding fast to the -banisters. “It’s enough to drive a man crazy! I’ll go no farther.” - -“Only a few more,” said Karel persuasively. At last, when Gijs had -counted sixty-three, the two, panting and gasping, reached their -goal—Nos. 71 and 72. - -“_Ici_,” said Karel, throwing open both doors almost at the same moment. - -“_Ici_ or no _ici_” muttered the farmer, “what I say is that no decent -man can be expected to do it!” - -“This is your room,” said Karel, pointing to No. 72, as he saw that Gijs -was about to follow his father into No. 71. - -“I?” ejaculated Gijs. - -“_S’il vous plaît_” said the waiter, and flinging the carpet-bag into -No. 71, he left the rooms, stood still in the passage between the two -apartments, and looking at father and son by turns, went on, “Any more -orders? Will the gentlemen dine at the _table d’hôte_, at half-past -four?” - -Gijs understood not a single word of this; and Gerrit, who likewise did -not grasp the subtleties of the situation, answered shortly, “No,” being -mortally afraid of having to do any more climbing. - -Karel having had enough of this exalted society, uttered no further -questions or remarks, slammed both doors, reached the ground floor by -sliding down the banisters, and left the father and son, each in his own -room, to their respective meditations. - -The well-furnished rooms were only divided from one another by a thin -wooden partition, and their windows afforded a delightful view, to wit, -a red-tiled roof, from which arose a tall black chimney. - -Gijs looked round, like a cat in a strange warehouse, and did not think -Amsterdam so very beautiful after all. - -“Boy! where are you?” shouted Gerrit. “What are we to do now? Just come -here!” - -“Can I do that, father?” roared Gijs, in a voice that could easily have -been heard in the street. - -“Of course!” cried Gerrit. - -Gijs went on tiptoe to his door, and, speeding as though death were at -his heels, out of No. 72 and into No. 71. - -“Look here, boy!” said Gerrit, when his son was safely inside, “here we -sit, and I’m so hungry that I can’t see straight.” - -“So am I,” asseverated Gijs. - -“Then you ought to call,” said his father, “and we might order -something.” - -Gijs muttered something about “so strange,” and “if father were to do it -himself,”—but, like a dutiful son, he went to the stairs, and -shouted—very much as he was accustomed at home to call the calves to -their food—“_Huup! huup! huup!_” - -No one came. At last a door opened, and an old gentleman in hat and -greatcoat came out, and passed Gijs. - -“Oh!” said Gijs, his shyness giving way before his own hunger and his -father’s orders, “would you be so kind as to order something to eat for -us!” - -“Pull the bell, you young donkey!” was the polite reply. The donkey -departed without a word, and, after some searching, Father Meeuwsen -found a rope hanging in No. 71, at which he pulled,—and lo! they heard a -bell ring. A minute later Karel was again standing before them. - -“You must bring us something to eat,” said the farmer, who now began to -understand that the young man was a waiter. - -“_Déjeuner à la fourchette?_” asked Karel. - -“Don’t know those things,” replied Gerrit. “I’ve never eaten -_desernages_, nor _forzettes_ either. Just bring us something, my lad,—I -don’t much care what, so long as we can get something inside us.” - -Flop went the door again; and five minutes later there arrived at No. 71 -some strange substances of whose nature Gerrit and Gijs had not the -remotest idea. They began, however, to try and to taste, and though they -could scarcely get the things down their throats, they were messed up so -queerly with sweet stuff and spice, they managed to satisfy their -appetites somehow. - -“I’ve had enough,” said Gerrit at last. - -“So have I,” sighed Gijs, and they rose from table,—to go to the kermis. - -We will not relate in detail how Gerrit and Gijs climbed downstairs -again, went out at the front door, and announced that they would come -back again in the evening; how they were besieged by beggars, -shoeblacks, and Jews selling lottery tickets,—nearly all of whom the -good-natured farmer succeeded in satisfying; how they were directed from -one part of the town to another, and back again, in order to reach the -fair; how and when they got there they found booths, just like those in -their own village, but much bigger and finer ones. We will not record -how much Gerrit paid for the monster cake which he wished to take home -to Griet, and which bore the inscription, in sugar letters, “A Fairing -for You;” how Gijs was cheated in the purchase of a cup and saucer for -Mijntje; how they, furthermore, bought ginger-bread, almonds, and who -knows what besides, so that their pockets stood out like hard lumps, and -they were nearly fainting under the weight of them. They visited the -circus, but were not edified; and when, finally, the great trick rider -“_Meseu_ Blanus,” after two sudden changes of costume, appeared in -flesh-coloured tights, and walked about blowing a trumpet, Gerrit could -stand it no longer, and seizing his son by the arm, he shouted, “That -beats all! so it does! come, boy, come! come!” and hurried him out. When -they had struggled out into the crowd again, Gerrit said that they had -had their fill of that sort of thing, and more; and Gijs remarked that -it was low. They did not attempt to see any of the other shows, and -Gerrit unmercifully dragged Gijs past “The Mirror of Mystery,” where, as -the man at the door said, “The girl can see her lover, and the young man -his girl,—all for a _dubbeltje_! Great American Magic Mirror of -Mystery!” Gijs would have liked a peep at his Mijntje, but Gerrit was -firm. - -Having partaken, by way of refreshment, of hot wafers and punch,—a -repast which Gijs liked well enough, but his father considered “sweet, -but nothing to stay your stomach on,”—they at last, after many -wanderings, found their way back to the hotel. The nimble rabbit, Mr -Karel, was again to the fore. In the twinkling of an eye he had lit a -candle, and flew up the stairs, requesting the wearied rustics, -unaccustomed to the hard walking of the streets, to follow him, _s’il -vous plaît_. - -Gerrit and Gijs followed—yes! and in time they reached the top, but felt -just as if a thousand smiths were hammering away in their bones. - -“Do the gentlemen wish _souper_?” asked Karel, who by this time had lit -candles in each of the two rooms. - -“Eat soup now!” said Gerrit, “get away with you! I’m fair filled up with -those wafer-cakes!” - -“Put boots outside door—when d’you-want-to-be-called?” asked Karel. - -“I’m going away to-morrow morning by the first train,” said Gerrit. - -“Then you’ll want a _vigilante_?” - -“Go to the ... woodpile!” cried Gerrit, “with all your foreign talk.” - -“Good-night, gentlemen!” said Karel. - -The doors were shut, and the gentlemen were left alone. Now began a -conversation between the two—carried on in genuine rustic growls, and -yet as softly as if they were afraid of waking “Mother my wife.” A few -minutes later Gijs retired, with a new blue wadded night-cap, and a -“good-night, dad,” to No. 72. - -Gerrit had at once blown out the wax candles in No. 71. “That’s just -sinful waste,” he said; and Gijs, on entering No. 72, followed his -father’s example. - -They were not long in undressing by moonlight. Gijs put on the -night-cap, and stepped into the soft bed. What a thing that was!—soft as -pap!... Never knew such a thing before.... He lay listening.... Every -moment he heard something ... some one walking about ... groping among -the furniture ... at last speaking. At last, he could stand it no -longer—he sat up and stared uneasily about. He thought he could -plainly ... hear ... something ... at ... the ... door. Seemed as if ... -you ... could ... see ... the ... handle ... turning.... The -perspiration broke out all over him ... still he saw it ... plainly ... -and, when the door was really opened, he uttered a yell, but slowly -recovered himself on seeing that it was his father. - -“Can’t rest on _that_ thing,” said Gerrit, as he came in, meaning the -bed, which he found much too soft. “No, Gijs, I’ll just come and lie -here on the boards.” - -“I’ll do that too,” said Gijs, stepping out of bed, and then he lay down -on the floor beside his father—each with a pea-jacket rolled up for a -pillow—“good-night! pleasant dreams.” - -Whether the dreams were, in point of fact, pleasant may be doubted, for -they formed a first-class raree-show, composed of bare legs and -wafer-cakes, guns and horses, omnibuses, and the climbing of towers, in -wild confusion. Certain it is, however, that the Meeuwsens, father and -son, when they awoke, stared at one another as if they had been -bewitched, and had to think a long time before they could remember where -on earth they were. - - * * * * * - -Well, how did they get home again from the fair?—Gerrit to his Griet, -and Gijs to his Mijn. - -Very well indeed. Physically they were in sad case, but spiritually all -right—which does not always happen on like occasions. The bill which -Karel handed to Gerrit before his departure was alike illegible to him -and to Gijs. Perhaps no one but the hotel-proprietor and the head-waiter -could ever have deciphered it—only the total was clear: 16f. -80—accurately reckoned. Gerrit thought, but said nothing; paid; started, -when he was told that a tip was expected of him, over and above the -bill, but paid it; and left the Verdoel by the first omnibus, and -Amsterdam by the first train. - -“That’s over!” said Gerrit, sitting safe and sound once more beside his -Griet in the kitchen. “Once is well enough—but never again! And I had -everything first-class!” - -This was true enough: for on the return journey he had managed to get -into the right compartment of the train—though, to say the truth, he -found it much less comfortable than the other. - -And Gijs? Gijs was as blythe as a foal in the meadow, when he found -himself at home again. When he told Mijn about the circus, and the young -ladies in gilt caps who had sold him wafers, and tried to flirt with -him, she turned as red as fire, and said it was scandalous; but the cup -and saucer, which, contrary to all expectation, had reached home -uninjured, were duly admired by her. And when Gerrit, one fine evening, -had some of the neighbours in to help in the pig-killing, and -entertained them in the kitchen when work was over, the monster cake was -tasted, and Gerrit profited by the opportunity to relate all his -adventures. Then said Brother-in-Law Kresel, that such a thing hadn’t -happened within the memory of man!—and Baas Janssen, that morality was -getting into a frightful state!—and the old Teunis farmer concluded, -“What does a man want on the ice in his clogs?” - - J. J. CREMER. - - - - - _NO SWORD!_ - - -Old Colonel H—— was standing, during one of the summer months, before -the open window, puffing the smoke of his Havannah into the air, with -the feeling of satisfaction produced by a fine day, while his eyes -followed the movements of a young officer, whose elastic figure had -already, at some distance, attracted his superior’s attention. - -Suddenly his face darkened. No one so soon feels his toes trodden on as -an old military man. - -What was that? Were his eyes dazzled by the sunlight? Or could anything -of the sort possibly happen under the eye of the strict commanding -officer of the regiment? Had discipline really died out among the -younger generation of the army? - -No, it was no optical deception. He could see it now, plainly—the -lieutenant, passing there, on the other side of the street, with a -letter in his hand, had _no_ sword on! And it was not nearly four P.M.! - -“Lieutenant!” cried the fire-eater, in a momentary ebullition of -indignation, from the open window; “if I may ask you—one moment!” - -The man addressed immediately turned with a military salute, and -hastened to the Colonel’s rooms, without the slightest presentiment of -the storm about to burst over his head. - -He rang the bell, and the Colonel’s servant opened the door. - -Passing through the hall, he gave a hasty glance at his uniform to see -whether it was all right—and then he discovered his misfortune. -Horrible! He had, in his haste to post a letter, forgotten to buckle on -his sword! - -For one moment he hesitated; he was really frightened, and saw, looming -up in space, all the evil consequences of his mistake, in the form of -all possible reports, with “arrest” at the end of them. - -The Colonel would send a note to the commander of division, who would -endorse and put it into the hands of the captain—and then the fat would -be in the fire with a vengeance! All this passed like a flash of -lightning through the unhappy man’s head, and he looked helplessly -round, as though hoping that some good genius would inspire him with a -way of escape in this sore need. What was he to do? He could not keep -the cantankerous Colonel waiting,—there was nothing for it except to -march valiantly forward into the lion’s den. But luck never forsakes a -lieutenant! - -What is that glittering over there in the umbrella-stand? - -The Colonel’s sword!... He pulls out his purse,—thrusts, with an -eloquent gesture, a guilder into the hand of the Colonel’s man, and -buckles on the sword—all in less time than it takes to tell it. - -A moment later he stands—in correct military attitude, his left hand -held so as to hide the dragon on his sword-hilt from the eagle eye of -his chief—before the old gentleman, who, meanwhile, has been stalking up -and down the room, fretting and fuming. - -“Sir! I must call your attention to——” - -A long pause. - -The Colonel’s glance travels from the sword to the young officer’s -blushing face, and back again to the glittering weapon. - -Then he shakes his head in utter amazement, but recovers himself -speedily, and continues in a low tone: - -“What battalion do you belong to?” - -“The second, Colonel.” - -“Just so. I only wanted to ask you if—if—Major Ij ... has returned from -his leave?” - -“He is not coming back till to-morrow, sir, if I have understood -rightly.” - -[Illustration: - - “IN CORRECT MILITARY ATTITUDE.” -] - -“Ah!—thank you—it had escaped me—thanks.” - -The lieutenant saluted respectfully, left the room with the greatest air -of self-confidence, hastened down the stairs, unbuckled the Colonel’s -sword—put it away noiselessly among the sticks and umbrellas, after -which he hurried away, keeping as close as he could to the wall till he -was out of sight. - -As for the Colonel, he simply could not believe his eyes! Then something -occurred to him. He called his man. - -“Did you let the lieutenant in?” - -“Yes, sir.” - -“Was he wearing a sword when he came in?” - -“Yes, sir,” answered he, with imperturbable calm. - -The Colonel smote his forehead with his open hand. - -The lieutenant’s guilder was well invested. - - “_Humoristisch Album._” - - - - - A STUDENT’S LODGINGS SIXTY YEARS SINCE. - - -The burghers of the university town—at least those whose houses, at the -beginning of the summer vacation, are adorned with cards bearing the -inscription “_Cubicula locanda_”—can, during nine months of the year, be -looked on only to a limited extent as masters in their own dwellings. It -is the student, or the officer, as the case may be, who is established -in the best room, who attracts all the attention of passers by, and the -neighbours over the way,—who sits at the window, is seen to go in and -out at the front door, carries the key, rules, gives orders, receives -his friends and acquaintances, and, in a word, conducts himself as the -principal person, while the owner or lessee of the house is banished to -a back room or some little subterraneous den in the basement. It is to -the best room, then, that we must make our way, though the approach to -it is not an attractive one. Our way lies, first, through a narrow -passage, where we run the risk of stumbling over a doorstep, evidently -placed there with the sole object of teaching children and visitors to -be careful of their steps. Then we have to seek a dark and narrow -stairway, and, having found it, to ascend it. It receives, by day, only -a dim and doubtful light from the basement; by night, it is perfectly -dark, and its worn and slippery steps follow one another at such -strangely unequal intervals, that one is tempted to think the architect -must have been interested in the problem how to pile on one another, in -a given space, a given number of irregular parallelograms in the most -heterogeneous manner possible. When we have succeeded, after having -knocked our heads not more than three or four times against all sorts of -fantastically projecting rafters and angles, in reaching what is -ironically called the _bel étage_, we find ourselves in front of a door -which opens very easily and noiselessly, but can never be closed without -five or six violent thrusts or tugs, according as you are inside or out. -We once more hit our toes against an unexpected doorstep, and at last -enter the first of the two rooms inhabited by _Gerlof Bol, S.S. Theol. -cand_. - -It is evening; the two sash windows, divided by a narrow space of wall, -are hidden behind unpainted shutters, on which, here and there, a -square, worm-eaten, or dirt-stained spot shows where a hasp or bolt has -been, but is no more. These shutters curve outwards, and threaten every -moment to escape from the control of the bars (bent crooked as though -with their weight), and fling themselves in the face of the incautious -person who should venture too near. The walls are covered with a dirty -yellow paper, on which green and blue flowers alternate in diagonal -lines. Now and then, where the paper has been torn, another piece of the -same pattern has been pasted on upside down, probably for the sake of -securing a pleasing variety; while in other cases the damage has not -been repaired, and an earlier wall decoration, in orange and black, is -apparent in patches. On the wall hang the portraits of Van Der Palm and -Borgen[20] in one frame, the lecture list, fastened up with three pins, -and a variety of college notices secured in the same way. Near the door -is a tolerably roomy alcove, containing the occupant’s chief -treasures,—in the first place, his books, which, in so far as they -consist of quartos, octavos, and duodecimos, are ranged on three shelves -against the wall, while the folios stand on the ground in the company of -sundry maps in cases; in the second place, two baskets, one of which is -full of burnt-out clay pipes, the other of foul ditto awaiting their -burning. Item, a closed card-table, bought cheap at a second-hand -dealer’s, which can never stand on more than two legs at the same time; -while the superficies of the once green baize with which it is covered -offers a remarkable assemblage of mathematical figures, such as circles -formed by the setting down of wet punch or wine glasses, ellipses or -squares arising from the dropping of wax, grease, or ink, or the contact -with various objects not previously dusted. Item, an umbrella without a -knob, whose whalebone ribs, for the most part, have either repudiated -all connection with the covering, or shamelessly protrude through it. -Furthermore, a trio of eccentric-looking canes, a couple of broken -German pipes, a little tin box, a small writing-desk heaped with -_dictata_, MS. notes, and dilapidated books; a large reading desk, -holding the _editio princeps_ of the States Bible;[21] and, _last not -least_, as the English say, a small basket containing full, and a large -one with empty, wine bottles. - -The said alcove is provided with a double door, and when the latter is -closed, peculiar skill, or else a lucky conjuncture of circumstances, is -necessary to open it, seeing that the handle usually displays a -remarkable degree of obstinacy, and calmly turns round in one’s hand -unnumbered times without lifting the latch. - -As to the other furniture of the room, the following is an accurate -inventory:— - -1. A small mirror in a polished wooden frame,—the glass consisting of -two sections, each of a different colour. If you see yourself in the -lower half you have a purple countenance, in the upper a green one, and -in either case your features are cruelly distorted; in fact, no one ever -looked into this mirror, either above or below, who did not instantly -look out of it again,—so frightfully ugly does every one find him or -herself, as the case may be. - -2. A mahogany sécretaire, which, though it has lost some of the -convolutions of the carved fretwork finishing it off at the top, is -still, on the whole, tolerably fit for use, and has no other defects -than these, that the lower drawer will not shut, that one of the hinges -of the flap is loose,—necessitating great care in opening and -closing,—and that one of the feet has long ago declined further service -and preferred a horizontal to an upright position,—in spite of which, -however, the article of furniture can be made to stand tolerably steady -if propped up against the wall. On the top stands a bunch of paper -flowers (the landlady’s property), protected by a glass shade, flanked -to right and left by plaster busts of Homer and Cicero, and surrounded -with several teacups, bearing in gilt letters such touching mottoes as -“Many happy returns of the day,” “A trifle—but a token of good-will,” -“Walk on roses,” “A token of respect,” &c. &c. - -3. A white-wood corner cupboard, with a fluted sliding-door, which, if -you go about to open it quietly, refuses to move, whereas if you use -force you push the whole cupboard from its place. Only long experience, -added to unwearying patience, will enable any one to bring to light the -glasses, plates, and knives, or whatever the contents of the receptacle -may be. - -4. A tiled stove, whose top is pointed out as a frequent resting-place -for glasses by a variety of circular stains. Next the stove stands a -wooden tub containing coals, and behind it lie a heap of peats and a few -blocks of wood, also a poker and tongs. The latter cannot be handled -without pinching the skin of one’s forefinger, and the legs slip across -each other as soon as one tries to pick up anything with them. - -5. An arm-chair, and six chairs with plush seats, showing their stuffing -through numerous wounds,—all of them venerable invalids, full of -infirmities, and especially weak in the back. - -6. A square table, with flaps which can be turned up; its upper surface -painted green with white spots, and the edges reddish-brown. In the -middle of this table we see a lamp and two black-japanned candlesticks -with tallow candles in them; further, a broken pair of snuffers, a -wooden tobacco-box, a brazier, and an inkstand with other writing -materials; and round it are seated several students, all members of the -“rhetorical chamber”[22] entitled, “The Thirsty Pleiades.” - - J. VAN LENNEP. - _The Vicissitudes of Klaasje Zevenster_ (1866). - - - - - _A COLONIAL PRIZE-GIVING._ - - -“Another day on the rack!” Heer Doornik had said that morning to his -wife,—not however in so tragic a manner as the tenor of the ejaculation -would seem to indicate, as he was just then busy pulling on a -particularly intractable boot. - -“Is your speech ready?” asked Mevrouw Doornik, in the act of fastening -his necktie for him. - -“Yes, my address is prepared,” he replied, solemnly. - -You must know, reader, that Doornik had been, in his young days, a -member of a “rhetorical chamber” at Dinxperlo or Buren, I do not exactly -remember which, and had reaped harvests of laurels at various -lectures—laurels offered to him along with cups of muddy chocolate and -_cadetjes_ with cream cheese. - -This circumstance had stood in his way all his life. The man, whose -manifest destiny was to become a schoolmaster, believed himself a second -Mirabeau. He would have liked to become a popular orator, or a member of -the Second Chamber, or failing that at least a minister. But his ideals -had gone the way of the _cadetjes_ and the chocolate, they had vanished -into nothingness; the future Mirabeau became, first, a pupil in a -training-college, then third, and then second master; and, at last, with -much labour, he gained his head-mastership. - -“I have at last this consolation, that I am to-day once more placed in a -position to show the public what the art of oratory is.” - -This last sentence was uttered with such an elevation of his voice, that -his wife thought it necessary to damp his enthusiasm a little. - -“I’m afraid the pine-apple tartlets are burnt,” she said, “and the -cabinet-pudding, too, is not as it should be.” - -But her husband did not hear her. In one hand he had a hair-brush and in -the other a comb, and with these objects he went through all sorts of -evolutions, his eyes fixed on the mirror, and his long figure most -eccentrically contorted. His wife left him alone; she was well -acquainted with this manœuvre, and twenty years’ experience of married -life had taught her not to disturb her husband when seized by -inspirations. - -The Indies are not the place for unappreciated genius; all that they -could give the great man (except a good salary and an easy life, which, -of course, did not count) was the chairmanship of a few committees, and -a place in the church council and other assemblies, which got through -more talking than business. Besides this, he was a Freemason, and thus -at last he had the satisfaction of being able to speak “in public,” -taking one week with another, at least once a week. - -The day of the school examination was therefore, in his opinion, -especially suited to this purpose, and he had not practised so long for -nothing. His speech was going to be brilliant, his eloquence -indescribable, his gestures and facial expression would do the rest. It -was only a pity that Hendriks (the second master) had come to worry him, -for, above all things, he needed quiet in those days when he was going -to show the public what good speaking is. - -At last the proceedings were to begin. - -The children sang one or two songs very prettily, and the effect would -have been exceedingly good, had not the head-master been of opinion that -his voice—not a bad one, but just now fairly hoarse with -nervousness—ought to be heard above all the rest. - -Then the examination proper began, and the usual incidents took place. -Great exhibitions of dumbness on the part of the girls, fearful -embarrassment on that of the boys, extreme exasperation among the -masters, suppressed giggling among the ladies of the audience, and -unnaturally solemn faces among the members of the school committee, who -had evidently made up their minds to remain serious whatever might -happen. - -[Illustration: - - “IN ONE HAND A HAIR-BRUSH, IN THE OTHER A COMB.” -] - -In the first-class sat eight boys, between the ages of twelve and -fifteen. But it soon became apparent that six of the eight were mere lay -figures; the questions were addressed to all, but the answers, -evidently, expected from Anton van Duijn and William Ochtenraat only. - -They represented two distinct types, as they sat there side by side. -William had a fresh, rosy face, large blue eyes, and a white forehead, -crowned with blonde curls,—he was a prize specimen of a Dutch boy. -Anton, with his dark hair and jet-black eyes, clear-cut brown face, and -tall slight figure, was a handsome _sinjo_; for he had inherited his -looks more from his Creole mother than his Dutch father. - -Mevrouw Ochtenraat had spoken truth when she assured Mevrouw van Duijn -just now that it gave her much pleasure to see how clever and -hard-working Anton was. - -To-day, however, it seemed as though Anton did not know so much more -than his schoolfellow. Was it the fault of the questions put by the -master, who seemed still more agitated than common, and became so -amazingly tragic in his simplest movements and gestures that he seemed -to be reciting one of Racine’s tragedies rather than conducting a school -examination? - -Or was it the way the master knitted his brows and rolled his eyes, -wriggled and writhed and stretched himself, that confused Anton? - -Or could it have been the little piece of paper that had just been put -into his hand, and on which Heer Hendriks had written in pencil, “Keep -cool, don’t let them make you lose your head!”—could that have been the -reason why Anton every now and then failed to answer a question? - -William Ochtenraat, on the other hand, seemed in particularly good -spirits that morning. Again and again the master managed to bring him -round to one or other of the few subjects in which he was at home. He -made him tell the story of Alexander the Great’s horse, and of the -faithful hound who died on the grave of William the Silent, and, -finally, of the turf-boat by means of which Breda was surprised. -William’s eyes sparkled as he told of Bucephalus; and his mother would -have liked to kiss him when he nearly choked over William of Orange’s -dog; and when he laughed over the discomfiture of the Spaniards, the -whole room laughed with him. - -Meanwhile, poor Anton became more and more uneasy; he no longer nodded -encouragingly to his mother, as he had done at first, but his anxious -looks sought Heer Hendriks, who was quite as pale as he. - -The arithmetic began. Here dogs, horses, and jokes were alike out of -place; the thing, therefore, was to ask the Governor’s son as few -questions as possible. - -“Now I shall be all right!” thought Anton; for this was the subject in -which he most excelled. But even now things continued to go wrong; time -after time he found he could not answer, and something began to glitter -in his eyes which ought to have warned Heer Doornik. - -Again the master put a question. And the boy cried, pale with that -terrible bluish paleness one only sees where there is coloured blood,—“I -can’t answer that question, sir; and you know I can’t, because it’s not -on what I’ve learned.” - -“But perhaps one of the other boys can,—William, for instance?” asked -Hendriks. - -“Why, no,” cried Willie, “I never heard of it.” - -Heer Doornik—in spite of his fondness for speeches in general—was far -from pleased with this speech; he understood how every one must feel -that there was something behind this, and shortly afterwards brought the -examination to a somewhat precipitate close by giving his wife the sign -to order up the refreshments. - -Whoever else may have taken bread and butter, or pine-apple -tart,—whoever else was regaled with the cabinet-pudding,—neither Anton -nor his mother tasted them. - -“Don’t be uneasy, madam,” said the Governor, to the widow, as he called -one of the boys to bring her a glass of wine and water, seeing that she -trembled in every limb. “Don’t be uneasy, Anton is sure to get the -prize.” - -The examination was over, the bread and butter and cakes had -disappeared, the scholars having displayed in their extermination a far -greater zeal and endurance than in the ordeal of answering questions. -Now came the distribution of prizes, and—the Speech! - -Many a time had people seen Heer Doornik nervous, and heard him get -entangled in his sentences, but the display he made to-day was -absolutely unprecedented. - -The oration lasted fully a quarter of an hour, and it was not the heat -alone which made the ladies look so flushed and uncomfortable. - -Some new-comers to the place were seriously alarmed lest the man should -break a blood-vessel, or dislocate his left arm,—which came in for the -hardest of the work,—or lose his balance in some of his sudden -evolutions; the children sat staring at him open-mouthed, the gentlemen -nudged one another, the ladies effaced themselves more and more behind -their colossal fans. Mevrouw Doornik, alone, sat with her hands folded -in her lap, gazing in silent admiration at the man of her choice. - -The Widow Van Duijn, too, was listening in the greatest excitement, till -she felt he was going beyond her comprehension altogether; and Anton -stood, never taking his burning eyes from the master’s face, waiting for -his sentence. - -It came at last, after many a long circuit. Considering this, and -weighing that, and giving its due prominence to this circumstance, and -noticing why, and not forgetting how the two boys in the first-class, -who alone had any claim to the prize, had learned what they had learned, -and answered as they had answered, he thought he was acting in harmony -with the esteemed head of the government, and all the gentlemen and -ladies who had honoured the school with their presence, by handing the -first prize herewith to the most industrious and highly gifted -pupil—William Ochtenraat! - -Therewith he handed the boy a handsomely bound book, with a gesture so -powerful, so violent a swaying of his whole person, that one was -reminded of Samson at the moment when he seized the pillars of the -temple. - -There was a sudden stillness in the spacious school building. The master -looked at the Governor. The latter let his glance rest on William, who, -more amazed than delighted, looked first at the glittering volume, and -then at the deathly pale boy who sat next him, motionless, with clenched -fists and set teeth. - -Already Heer Doornik, mopping his face all the time with his -handkerchief, was approaching the prize-winner to offer his -congratulations,—already there were sounds of sniffling and rustling, -caused by ladies and gentlemen rising to congratulate the parents, when -Heer Ochtenraat slowly rose in his place, and, with a quiet gesture of -his delicate white hand, asked for a hearing. - -Once more there was silence as of death. - -“William,” said the Governor, in his clear, resonant voice, “William, -tell me honestly, have you earned that prize?” - -One moment the boy hesitated, with a glance at the book. - -“No, papa!” - -“Well, my boy, give the book to the one who has earned it.” - -Without stopping to think for one moment, the boy went up to Anton van -Duijn, and put the book into his hand. - -It needs a good deal to excite an East Indian audience, but when Heer -Hendriks, with a pale face, and a suspicious look of moisture about his -eyes, made his way forward, wrung Anton’s hand, and cried aloud, -“Hurrah! three cheers for the Governor,” the universal enthusiasm found -vent in long and loud cheering. Heer Ochtenraat immediately rose to go; -he looked at the head-master coldly and sternly, and passed him without -a word. - - ANNIE FOORE. - - - - - _HOW MATHIS KNOUPS TURNED “LIBERAL” AND THEN “CATHOLIC” AGAIN._ - - -Every one in Limburg who is not “Catholic” is “liberal”—that is an -established fact. There may be a few Protestants here and there; but -these are _gueux_, interlopers, mostly from the direction of -Hertogenbosch, and therefore Hollanders,[23] who have accidentally come -into the country at one time or another. _Gueux_ means one who has -fallen away from the Roman Catholic faith, and therefore from -Christianity. Also, among other rarities, one finds here and there a few -Jews; but they, of course, do not count. A “liberal” is one who is not -always and altogether of the same opinion as the parish priest and his -_Kapelaan_ (curate)—outside church matters, that is to say, for if he -were to differ from their reverences on any point of doctrine, he would -be no liberal, but a heretic. Also that person is a liberal who, for -instance, may, on occasion, give his opinion of a sermon thus,—“Oh! yes, -they”—_i.e._, the clergy—“must find something to talk about, I suppose.” -Or likewise he who, instead of going regularly to high mass, contents -himself, on Sundays and festivals, with a “snap-mass,”—a little, short -service; or he who dares to declare, with a smile, that he cannot think -how all the fast-days came into existence. There are indeed even a few, -but only a few, and those only to be found in towns, who recognise no -fast-days at all, entirely godless and irreligious people, who never go -to church, and do not even attend confession at Easter. Such people as -those are worse than any liberals or heretics,—they are, in one word, -_bad_. - -Thus, whoever is not a liberal is a Catholic; but there are _Catholics_, -and _good Catholics_. A Catholic is any man who faithfully performs his -religious duties; who would not, for any money, presume to differ in -opinion from the parish priest, and never asks whence that gentleman -gets the text of his sermons, or how the church fasts originated. But -any one who, in addition to all this, also walks in procession with a -lighted torch or leads the prayers as master of the confraternity of St -Joseph or St Rochus, who duly informs the villagers whom the priest -would like elected into the parish council, who comes to the Holy -Communion at least once a month, and, in the tavern, of an evening, can -describe all liberals, gueux, freemasons, and all such like rabble, in -their true colours, that man is a good _Catholic_. - -Mathis Knoups, master-carpenter, and landlord of the “Sun” at Haffert, -did not belong to this category; he was a Catholic _tout court_. He -went to high mass on Sundays, and four times in the year to -confession. This, he said, was doing no more than his duty; and, for -the rest, he had no time to take any further trouble about the church -or religion,—every man must know what he is about, and he had to think -of his children.... There were plenty of other men to carry torches in -the procession,—fast-days had always existed, and did not seem to have -made people leaner or less healthy,—and he was willing to take for -granted that what M. le Curé said in his sermons was true, provided he -were not obliged to listen to them. Also, he was quite ready to vote -for Jan, Piet, or Klaas, just as M. le Curé pleased,—he had no quarrel -with any of the three, and so it was all the same to him. - -This was Knoups’ way of reasoning, when the question was discussed by -the guests who came to take their evening glass of beer at the “Sun.” On -such occasions, the surveyor Hommels, well known in the town for a -“great liberal,” would usually answer, “Yes, yes, you village people let -yourselves be finely humbugged and led by the nose!” - -“Oh! Lord!” Knoups would then retort, “you have been bitten by that -dog too!” And then, with a smile of complete assurance and -self-satisfaction, he would add, “One has to keep one’s soul clean, -you see!” Whereupon the ex-burgomaster Kormann would signify his -approval in the words,— - -“Very good, Master Knoups! the man who does not need that, is not called -on to take any trouble about it!” - -“Then don’t let him trouble himself with my affairs,” answered Knoups. - -Master Knoups’ inn was about twenty minutes’ walk from the little town, -at the point where the “grintweg” leading to Haffert branches off from -the high-road. Among the other advantages of this situation was a -toll-gate, which was farmed by Mathis. What Limburg carter would not -willingly turn in for a half-pint of beer or a dram, at the place where -he has to stop and pay “barrière”? Thus the “Sun” was always full of -“coming and going folk.” - -Knoups let his wife attend to the taproom and the toll-gate; he himself -was all day long in his workshop, when not busy on his bit of land. -Well, Geutruu (Gertrude) was a handy woman, who helped him to provide -for the children, had a pleasant word for every one,—if there was a cent -to be earned anyhow,—but who let no one steal the cheese off her bread. - -[Illustration: - - “M. LE CURÉ.” -] - -In the evening there assembled at the “Sun” the “permanent company”—the -ex-burgomaster Kormann of Haffert, the surveyor Hommels, Spinwek the -baker, and one or two other gentlemen from the town, who would sit -playing at cards, sometimes till eleven, and frequently asked the -landlord to take a hand. - -Besides the field, the carpenter’s trade, the toll-gate, and the usual -custom of the inn, there was another great annual source of income, the -Haffert kermis (fair) at St Rochustide in August, when the burghers with -their wives and daughters, and the young men from the city, streamed to -the village for three days following. And the man who did not put up at -the “Sun” had not been at the Haffert kermis. - -If on these occasions Knoups did not, taking one day with another, tap -his six casks of beer per day, he had every reason to shake his head, -pass his thumb over his forefinger as though he had been counting money, -drop his under-lip, and sigh: - -“It’s bad times with people, ... they’re short of money.” - -“Knoups,” Hommels had sometimes said to him, “you ought to have -dance-music at St Rochus. Then you might tap ten casks in a day, or even -twelve.” - -Knoups looked serious, pulled somewhat harder at his pipe, considered -for a moment, and replied: - -“Thirty casks! ... it would be a good deal.” - -Next year, having used up twenty casks in the three days, he said to -Geutruu: - -“Wife, we must have the dancing next year.” - -“You know best, I suppose,” said Geutruu; “every cask counts. But what -will the Pastoor say?” - -Whereto Knoups replied: - -“Well, every one ought to know what he’s about, and I have to think of -the children.” - -[Illustration: - - “THEIR EVENING GLASS OF BEER AT THE ‘SUN.’” -] - -Next year there was music and dancing at the “Sun,” and some forty-two -casks of beer were tapped. - -Knoups and Geutruu laughed in their sleeves. - -All the same, it had been a frightful moment for them, when they sat -side by side at early mass, and the Curé had preached against dancing, -and hinted at the risks run as regards the next world by those who took -part in such amusements. Geutruu did not know where to hide her head for -shame, and kept bending lower and lower over her prayer-book. Mathis -cast a furious glance at the preacher, but the latter stared at the -couple till the whole congregation had turned their eyes in their -direction; and Mathis himself at last, fiery red at one moment and -deadly pale the next, cast down his eyes and bowed his head. - -But now that he and Geutruu were home again, and counting the Brabant -and Prussian cents—the groschen, half-francs, and _couranten_—which went -to make up the payment for forty-two casks of beer, he exploded with -laughter, and said, pointing to the money: - -“Geutruu, the Curé may give us another sermon for that.” - -Well, the people from the town had never troubled their heads about the -Curé of Haffert’s preaching, and the peasants said, “If the burghers -dance, why should we keep away?” - -When All Saints’ Day came, Mathis and Geutruu went to confession as -usual. - -“If he speaks about the dancing, we’ll say that we don’t know yet what -we’re going to do next year,” said Mathis at the church door. - -However, it was not so easy to get absolution. The Curé was terribly -angry, and the confession lasted more than half-an-hour; however, for -this once, his reverence at last showed himself willing to lean to the -side of mercy. - -“But,” he added, “if you let the devil loose in my parish again next -year, I can do nothing more for you.” - -[Illustration: - - “THE CURÉ MAY GIVE US ANOTHER SERMON FOR THAT.” -] - -At Christmas, Easter, and Ascensiontide they again went to confession, -but on none of these occasions was anything said about dancing. - -In the beginning of August, a fortnight before St Roch’s Day, Mathis -said to his wife: - -“Wife, we must have the dancing again.” - -“You know best,” answered Geutruu, as before; “but what will M. le Curé -say?” - -To which he gave the same answer as last year. - -And there was dancing at the “Sun.” The Curé preached with all his -might, but the townspeople went first and the peasants followed, and no -less than forty-five casks of beer were consumed at the “Sun.” Such a -thing had not happened anywhere in the neighbourhood within the memory -of man. - -But, alas! for the following All Saints’ Day. As soon as the Curé caught -sight of Mathis Knoups through the grating of the confessional, he -closed the slide in his face. Geutruu received absolution, after many -entreaties and arguments, because she could plead that she had warned -her husband. - -“That’s his own business,” said Mathis; “every one must know what he is -about.” - -Henceforth Knoups went to confession only once a year—at Easter. - -“Once is a man’s duty,” said he; “but to be turned away four times in -the year is only mere waste of time and trouble.” - -Again the wicket was shut in his face. Hommels, in the tavern parlour -that evening, laughed over it, and said: - -“Well, M. le Curé keeps you all in order like a flock of sheep.” - -Knoups smiled, and replied, shortly: - -“The stayer wins. We shall see who’ll hold out longest.” - -These strained relations between Knoups and the Curé lasted some four or -five years, and then another incident occurred. - -Hubertienke, Knoups’ eldest girl, was now nine, and went to school at -Haffert. The master said that she was one of the cleverest and -best-behaved children that had ever come under his care. And now that -she went twice a week to M. le Chapelain’s “Christian doctrine” class, -it was quite likely that next St Rochus’ Day she would walk with the -other children as a “little bride” in the procession, and carry a little -flag, a shepherd’s crook, perhaps even a cornucopia, or a great crimson -heart with gold flames. The child had talked and dreamed of this -possibility for a whole year or so, and Geutruu had had a little white -dress and white satin shoes made for her in town, and bought a wreath of -May-blossom from the milliner. - -But Geutruu and her little daughter had reckoned without their host—that -is to say, without the Curé. Two days before St Rochus, his reverence -had sent for Vrouw Knoups, and asked her whether Mathis was going to -have the dance-music again. Whereupon, embarrassed and confused, she had -answered, “I think so, M. le Curé.” - -“Then Hubertine can’t walk in the procession,” was the Curé’s verdict. -“If the father doesn’t keep his Easter, the child can’t be a ‘little -bride.’” - -Geutruu came home with the tears in her eyes. - -“Bad luck to the whole thing!” raged Mathis. “Geutruu, you dress the -child properly, and take her to the church. We’ll see what the Curé does -then.” - -The wife did as he had said—dressed the child in the white frock, put on -the satin shoes, and fastened the wreath into her hair. Then she went -with Hubertienke to high mass, and when the procession started -Hubertienke took her place with the other children of the “catechising.” - -Scarcely however had the procession got out of the church, and reached -the market-place, when the Curé entered the ranks of the “little -brides,” took Hubertienke by the hand, and made the child take her place -behind the file of school children who did not yet come to “Christian -doctrine,” and were posted a long way in advance at the head of the -procession, in their black or dark blue Sunday frocks. - -[Illustration: - - “DRESSED THE CHILD IN THE WHITE FROCK.” -] - -All this was clearly seen by Mathis Knoups, standing among the crowd of -spectators. He rushed up, looking daggers, fetched his child out of the -procession, and, grinding his teeth, made his way homewards with -Hubertienke. - -He could scarcely eat his dinner for the next three days. - -When Hommels began touching on the occurrence in the evening, Mathis -cried, his lips trembling: - -“Fine religion that! As he can’t be revenged on me, he wreaks his spite -on my child! If that’s our religion, I’d rather not have no more -religion at all!” - -From that day forth the publican-carpenter went neither to church nor to -confession, not even at Easter, and was in the eyes of every one “a -downright liberal.” At the elections, he filled in his voting ticket -with his own name. When Hommels abused the Curé, and scoffed at -religion, then Knoups laughed till he shook all over. And when the -ex-burgomaster Kormann exhorted him to return to the bosom of Holy -Church, Mathis would answer: - -“_Paja!_ the whole business isn’t worth a cent!” or, “Mind your own -business, and let me attend to mine—every one ought to know what he’s -about!” - -That every one ought to know his own business best, he maintained with -equal consistency when Geutruu went with Hubertienke and the other -children to church on Sundays. Hommels, indeed, laughed at this curious -compromise between man and wife; but Geutruu would reply, when teased on -the subject: - -“I can’t bring up the children like heathen savages, can I?” - -The breach between Mathis Knoups and the Church had lasted quite three -years, when, one baking day in July, the lightning struck Haffert -church, and the whole roof was burnt off. - -Knoups looked important and thoughtful, as he remarked: - -“I should like to know who’s going to put the new roof on?” - -“Why, I suppose the Curé will somehow beg the money for it!” said -Hommels, who did not exactly see the connection. - -The thought of the new roof pursued Mathis night and day. He knew very -well how _he_ would do it—he had some choice timber lying by that would -just do—he trimmed the rafters—he made all sorts of calculations, and -was able to tell his guests to a cent that evening how much the new roof -ought to cost—not an _oortje_[24] more. But, when talking to his wife -alone, he said, half vexed and half sad: - -“The Curé is sure to take care to get another builder into Haffert this -time!” - -A week before St Rochus, Knoups went to the brewer in the town to order -the _kermis_ beer for the dancing-tent as usual. There was no brewery at -Haffert, or Knoups would certainly not have gone outside the village. - -“I have nothing but new beer for you, Master Knoups,” said the brewer; -“you will find there’s going to be sharp competition this year.” - -“How so?” asked Knoups. - -“Why, you know, don’t you, that Stamel-Joob has rented the piece of land -just opposite your house, on the other side of the Haffert road?” - -Knoups nodded an affirmative. - -“Stammering Joob is going into partnership with Crippled Manes, and they -mean to get a big dancing-tent over from Prussia, and set it up there.” - -The landlord of the “Sun” stared at the brewer with all his eyes. He was -vainly seeking for arguments to combat his own inner conviction that -Stammering Joob the never-sober host of the “City of Algiers,” and -Crippled Manes the recruiting-sergeant, who also did a good business as -a kind of broker in procuring substitutes for unwilling conscripts, were -two dangerous opponents, and capable of anything. - -“Where should they get the money from?” he suddenly exclaimed. - -The brewer shrugged his shoulders. - -Mathis became lost in thought for some minutes, and at last whispered, -looking at his purveyor with flashing eyes,— - -“Do you think the Curé of Haffert could be mixed up in this?” - -Once more the brewer shrugged his shoulders. - -“All that I know,” said he, “is that Stammering Joob and Crippled Manes -have ordered sixty casks of beer of me.” - -Mathis ordered only twenty casks for the present, and returned home with -a long face. - -Two days before St Rochus, three great Prussian freight-waggons, laden -with planks and battens and canvas, passed through Haffert, and stopped -at the Schei, right opposite the “Sun” inn. A moment after, Crippled -Manes was seen hobbling up from another direction, with an old -police-cap on his head, and followed by a number of schoolboys and -loafers from the town, where the rumour of the arrival of the “foreign -dancing-tent” had already spread. A large number of hands went to work -at once; timbers were unloaded, posts set up, canvas spread out; and in -the middle of all the bustle the lame recruiting-sergeant moved about -with his bottle of Hollands, encouraging the workmen, and sometimes -garnishing the offered glass with some such facetious remark as, “To the -health of M. le Curé of Haffert;” or, “To the health of Mathis Knoups, -our neighbour!” - -However, Mathis Knoups, who, with compressed lips, stood on the watch -behind the door of his workshop, could not hear what he said. - -But all this was nothing to the commotion which was caused on the -following day—the Eve of St Rochus—in Haffert and on the Schei, by the -arrival of twelve Prussian musicians, in faded light-green coats, -sky-blue caps, and all sorts of brass instruments,—one or two of them of -such a size that they curled all round the blower like serpents. They -marched through Haffert playing all the way, drew up in a line before -the dancing-tent, which was decked with flags and pennons, and then -entered the town, accompanied by Crippled Manes, who now, armed with a -big stick, marched in front, and acted the part of drum-major. - -All through the night Mathis could still hear the shrill sound of the -clarionet and the booming of the great bass instruments. - -No need to ask whether Haffert _kermis_ was crowded! Everybody went to -dance in the Prussian tent. The brewer had to go over twice a day with -fresh supplies; and when Knoups came to complain to him, on the third -day, that he had only tapped eight casks, it was resolved to cart eight -casks away from the “Sun” to the tent over the way. - -“Of course,” laughed Manes, “neighbours ought to help each other!” - -When, two days later, the three heavily-laden waggons had rumbled off -over the Prussian frontier, and Stammering Joob and Crippled Manes were -marching away to the town, arm in arm, and not very sober, the latter -turned back and shouted: - -“Good-bye, Master Knoups! next year we’ll be neighbours again, for a -time!” - -“Low riff-raff, that come to steal the bread out of a man’s mouth!” said -Knoups—who had heard it this time—to Geutruu. “Well, _that_ article’s -spoilt for good and all; I shall have to put all my strength into my own -trade!” - -The following week, a notice, posted up on the Haffert Raadhuis, -announced to all and sundry that tenders for the new roofing of the -church were to be sent in to the authorities by that day fortnight. - -“It’s no good _my_ sending in a paper,” thought Mathis; “the Curé and -the burgomaster are all in the same boat, and the Curé will take good -care I don’t get the contract.” - -It may be supposed, therefore, that he looked amazed when Geutruu, -returning from the town one rainy afternoon, stood still, right in front -of him, and said: - -“Now I’m going to tell you something! You’ll have to send in your paper -for the church roof!” - -“I!—for the roof!” cried Mathis. - -“You, for the roof!” repeated Geutruu. “Just listen now. I had just got -outside the gate when it began to rain. I was going to turn my skirt up -over my head, when somebody came running after me, and called out, -‘Vrouw Knoups! Vrouw Knoups!’ I turned round, and who should it be but -M. le Curé’s sister, Joffer Marianneke. ‘Come along under my umbrella,’ -says she, ‘and I’ll walk home with you!’ I said, ‘Too much honour, -Joffer Marianneke,’ and ‘Thank you, Joffer Marianneke,’—but it was no -use, I had to come along under her umbrella. And then she told me that -M. le Curé quite expects you to send in your paper for the contract, and -that it grieves him so much that there should be a black sheep in the -congregation; and she is coming next week to drink coffee with us. And -what do you say now?” - -Knoups listened, astonished, and at the same time excited. - -“H’m!” he said then, “... we must just think over that ... one ought to -know what one is about!” - -It was a very busy day for Geutruu, when Mam’selle Marianne, the Curé’s -sister, came to coffee. She had baked special cakes—_vlaai_ and -_krintemik_; and, when her guest had arrived, she went herself to fetch -Mathis out of his workshop. Mathis laid aside his apron, wiped his -forehead with it, and followed his wife indoors. - -“_Serviteur_, Joffer Marianneke,” said he, accomplishing with some -difficulty an awkward kind of bow. - -“I’ve just looked in to see how you are getting on, Master Knoups,” said -the Curé’s sister, taking a bite at her slice of currant-loaf. - -“Very kind, I’m sure, Joffer Marianneke! and I wish you a good -appetite!” replied Knoups. - -“To-morrow M. le Curé is going round with the alms-bag, Master Knoups, -for the new roof to the church. Are you going to give something too?” - -“H’m, h’m! If M. le Curé does not pass my door, we’ll see what we shall -do, Joffer Marianneke!” - -Next day came M. le Curé with the alms-bag. - -“Master Knoups, I am going to _all_ our parishioners.” He emphasised the -“all.” “Will you contribute something towards the new roof for the -church?” - -Now that Knoups was standing before his enemy, it seemed as though -something boiled up in him,—as though he would have to say something -quite different from what he had thought out beforehand,—and yet there -was such a tightness at his throat that he could not bring out a word. - -He kept his eyes fixed on the priest, made one or two great efforts to -swallow the lump in his throat, and at length burst out, clinching his -fist convulsively: - -“M. le Curé, why did you revenge yourself on my child for the grudge you -had against me?” - -And at the last words he struck his clinched hand against his chest. - -“_Chut! chut!_ Master Knoups,” said the Curé, with a deprecating wave of -the hand; “I have duties to fulfil,—and, after all, you had been -warned.” - -“If you had said publicly, in the pulpit, Master Knoups is a heretic,—if -you had turned me out of your church, some Sunday, in the middle of high -mass, I could forgive it; but ... my child....” - -“Come, come, Knoups, don’t go dragging drowned cows out of the -ditch,—think of the new church roof. You’re a carpenter, and if I meant -ill towards you I would not have come to you with the alms-bag.” - -These words soothed Knoups somewhat. He silently offered the Curé a -chair, and sat down opposite him. Then he put his hand under his blue -blouse into his jacket pocket, took out a paper, unfolded it, and laid -it before the priest. - -“M. le Curé,” he said, “here is my tender for the contract If the work -is given to me, I will deduct twenty gulden from the sum, as my -contribution to the roof.” - -“And then, Knoups, and then?” asked the Curé, in a tone of serious -admonition. - -“How do you mean, M. le Curé?” - -“Are you going to have the dancing again?” - -“M. le Curé,” answered Knoups, “I am quite willing to live in peace and -friendship with every one; but I ought to be allowed to earn a few -stivers when I want them.” - -“And do you think, Knoups, that this dancing business is all profit? Do -you know that people of position are shy of your house for that very -reason? Why do the professors from St Aloysius’ College, and all their -students,—and the Christian Brothers, and all their schoolboys—why do -they always pass the ‘Sun’ by? You have a good head for reckoning, I’ve -often heard, Master Knoups. Did you ever figure out what it would come -to in a year if two hundred young fellows were to come every week, or -say every fortnight, to have a glass of beer?” - -Knoups’ whole face shone with excitement. - -“Why, one could lay out a skittle-ground with that!” he cried. - -“Well, are you going to repent of your ways, and come to church again, -Knoups?” - -“Would you give me absolution if I did?” - -“If you had no more dancing—why, there would be no further reason for -refusing it.” - -Knoups sat still, and thought for a little. Then he took his broad -carpenter’s pencil, wrote on the paper, “_less twenty gulden for the -roof_,” and said: - -“We’ll see, M. le Curé, we’ll see. And, after all, I’m not the worst.” - -The same evening, in the “Sun,” Hommels was talking about the elections. - -“Pooh!” cried he, “convictions! I hate the sound of the word. Money is -all they care about, or the honour of sitting in the council and having -their say in everything!... There you have the burgomaster Driemans; he -has been liberal three times, and clerical three times, and every time -he got in!... and the _rentier_, Lankmans, formerly president of a -dramatic society, who ate meat on Fridays, chosen as a defender of the -Faith!... and our deputy, Judge Stechelmans, who formerly, when he was a -school inspector, cursed and swore when he found a crucifix hanging in a -school, he too is a pillar of the Church! And the priests know all that -very well, but what do they care? such men are of use to them, and -that’s enough!... _Sufficit_, you know!” - -“So, so,” said Knoups, in a naïvely satirical tone, half shutting his -eyes, “is that what they mean by politics,—a question of money?” - -Knoups sent in his tender for the contract for the new church roof. -There was indeed an offer made at a lower figure by a builder in the -town, but the Curé and the burgomaster said that Knoups had the best -timber on hand—even though it had been bought with the proceeds of the -dancing, as Knoups said—and gave the contract to him. Knoups turned his -dancing-floor into a skittle-ground, went to confession on All Saints’ -Day, and got his absolution all right. - -Since that time Mathis Knoups has become a Catholic again. Hommels does -not frequent the “Sun” now. - -“One can’t put one’s foot down there without tumbling over a professor -from the College, or one of the Christian Brothers’ boys,” he said. And -when he makes his appearance, now and then, to tease Mathis, and asks, -“How do you feel now, Mathis, as a New Catholic?” Mathis answers: - -“Yes, you may laugh, Mynheer Hommels, but just wait till you come to -die—then you’ll be frightened too.... And one must look after one’s -soul,—isn’t it so, Geutruu?”[25] - - EMILE SEIPGENS. - - - - - _NEWSPAPER HUMOUR._ - - - OTHERWISE ENGAGED. - -_Police-Magistrate_—“What insolence! to break into a house, in a busy -street, in the middle of the day!” - -_Thief_—“I was already engaged for the evening.” - - * * * * * - - WEDDED LOVE. - -_Jan_—“Oh, Julie! how pleased I am to see you!” - -_Julie_—“Is that true, Jan?” - -_Jan_—“Yes, my little wife, my——” - -_Julie_—“If we were out at sea, and I were to fall overboard, what would -you do?” - -_Jan_—“First, I should see what time it was; then I should inform the -captain that there was some one overboard, and ask whether the vessel -could be stopped. When it was stopped, I would have a boat let down, and -row back to the place where you had fallen into the water. It would be -quite easy to find, because I should have noticed the time at which we -were there, the rate we were going at, and the direction the ship was -taking. If you were still floating, it would be all right; if you had -sunk, we should have to wait till bubbles——” - -_Julie_—“Oh! you heartless scoundrel! You murderer! I’ll never go -anywhere with you!” - -(And then she went to her mother and told her that Jan was a fellow of -uncommon sense and shrewdness, who could not fail to make his fortune, -&c. &c.) - - _Tybaert de Kater._ - - * * * * * - -_Professor_ (at Medical lecture)—“What would you do, if you found the -condition of the patient in this case had become worse?” - -_Student_—“I should thank Heaven I was not in his skin.” - -[Illustration: - - “OTHERWISE ENGAGED.” -] - - * * * * * - - ON THE STEAM-TRAM. - -“Hallo!—Conductor!” - -“What is it, sir?” - -“Why is the tram stopping here? There is no station—I can only see one -house.” - -“Oh, we’re stopping because Farmer Verschueren’s wife wants to come to -town.” - -“I wish she’d make haste, then!” - -“Yes—but she wants to take a dozen eggs to market, and she has only -eleven. The hen is on the nest, and as soon as she has laid the egg we -are going on.” - - _Tybaert._ - - * * * * * - -A lawyer had had his photograph taken. He was wearing his morning coat, -and had his hands in the pockets. - -“Is it not a good likeness?” asked the photographer, showing it to one -of his friends. - -“Speaking—as far as the face is concerned; but, for the rest, there is -something wrong about it.” - -“What is that?” - -“A lawyer never puts his hands in _his own_ pockets.” - - * * * * * - - AT THE CHEMISTRY CLASS. - -“What is found in salt-water besides the chloride of iodine we have just -been speaking of?” - -_Youngest Pupil_—“Herrings, sir.” - - * * * * * - - OVERHEARD IN THE STREET. - -“Good-morning, William. Why! how changed you are!” - -“Don’t be offended—but my name is not William!” - -“Well, now!—he has changed even his very name!” - - * * * * * - -[Illustration] - -“Bonifacius,” said Madame Snobs, “the way you are taking to drink is -disgraceful! You didn’t come home till nearly morning, and now you want -to go out again before dinner-time! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. -If I was a man like that, I would drop into the ground for shame!” - -“You are quite right, wife,” said Snobs; “just give me the key of the -cellar.” - - * * * * * - -Snobs was for some time Justice of the Peace at Bommerskonten, and is -now Mayor of that village. The first time he celebrated a marriage -there, he asked the bride— - -“Do you take Kobe Kullemans, who is standing beside you, for your -husband?” - -“Yes, sir,” replied the bride. - -“Prisoner at the bar,” continued Snobs, “what have you to say in your -defence?” - - * * * * * - -_Snobs_—“What clever answers that fellow Snugger can give, to be sure, -when one asks him anything!” - -_Madame Snobs_—“Why—I have never noticed that.” - -_Snobs_—“Indeed it is so. Yesterday I asked him if he would lend me -twenty francs. He did not say either yes or no, but he asked me if I -thought he was mad.” - - * * * * * - - PRACTICAL. - -“John,” said the lady of the house to the new man-servant, who had -several times startled her by falling into the room like a bombshell, -“when you come in, you must knock first, and wait till you hear some one -say, ‘Come in.’” - -When the lady and her husband are seated at dinner, John comes up to the -door, opens it just wide enough to put his head through, draws back, -shuts the door, and knocks. - -“Come in!” cries the mistress, in amazement. “Didn’t you understand me? -You were to knock, and then wait till I said, ‘Come in,’—instead of -that, you peep round the door first. What do you mean by it?” - -“Why, I had to see if there was any one in the room to tell me to come -in!” - - _Uilenspiegel._ - - * * * * * - - JEWISH COURTSHIP. - -_Rachel_—“But, Moses lad, you say you are so fond of me—would you really -go through the fire for me?” - -_Moses_—“Of course, Rachel, darling—that is to say, if I was well -insured.” - -[Illustration: - - “JEWISH COURTSHIP.” -] - - * * * * * - -_Mother Spons_—“What do I see, Mother Snaps!—you look quite well to-day, -and yet I was told you could not get out of your bed.” - -_Mother Snaps_—“Well—and no more I can,—for as soon as ever I get up, -that husband of mine will carry it straight to the pawnbroker’s!” - - * * * * * - -“Who wrote the Psalms?” asked Pater Dodd, somewhat sharply, of his -class. All were silent, and the good priest repeated the question. - -“It was not I, sir,” responded Janneke Snobs, beginning to cry. - -“I ask you who wrote them!” repeated the priest. - -“Yes, sir,” said Janneke, heroically, at last, “I did it, but I’ll never -do it again, as long as I live!” - - * * * * * - - AT SCHOOL. - -The master is explaining the arithmetical operation of subtraction:— - -“Now, Jantje, if your mother gives you five slices of bread and butter, -and you eat two, how many will you have left?” - -“Mother never gives me so many, sir.” - -“Well, then, if you have five marbles in your pocket, and take out two, -how many will there be left in it?” - -“None at all, sir,—there’s a hole in my pocket.” - - * * * * * - -_A._—“Our business is so extensive that we have to keep a man on purpose -to thrash the apprentices, and he’s at it all day.” - -_B._—“That’s nothing to ours! Our establishment is so immense that we -have to keep St Bernard dogs in the corridors to look for the customers -who lose themselves there!” - - * * * * * - -A man who had repeatedly called on a nobleman to obtain payment of a -debt, was refused access by the well-drilled footman, in the words, “The -Baron does not receive to-day.” - -“That is all the same to me,” replied the creditor; “I don’t care,—as -long as he will _give_.” - - * * * * * - - AT A RESTAURANT. - -_Snugger_ (_who has been waiting over an hour for his beefsteak_)—“Look -here, waiter, are you the same that put this plate on the table?” - -[Illustration] - -_Waiter_—“Yes, sir.” - -_Snugger_—“Heavens! you’ve grown out of all knowledge since then!” - - * * * * * - - A PLEASANT TRADE. - -A small boy goes howling along the street. Our friend Snobs accosts him -with, “What is the matter, my little man?” - -Boy howls. - -“Where do you live?” - -Boy howls still. - -“What is your father’s name?” - -More howling. - -“What is your mother’s name?” - -Still more. - -“What does your father do?” - -“Beats mother. Ow! ow! ow!” - - * * * * * - - DISCONSOLATE. - -_Kind-hearted Farmer’s Wife_—“Pietje, my boy, what’s the matter?” - -_Pietje_ (_howling_)—“Can’t eat any more apples.” - -“Well, put them in your pockets, can’t you?” - -“Oh! oh! oh! My pockets are full! Oh! oh! oh! oh!” - - * * * * * - -_Judge_—“But why in the world did you go so far to steal wine, when you -might easily have got it in your master’s cellar?” - -_Prisoner_—“I knew my master’s wine too well to steal even one bottle of -it.” - - _Allemansvriend._ - - * * * * * - -_Judge_ (to convicted thief)—“You seem to understand your business.” - -_Prisoner_—“Yes, my lord, and if you could steal as well as I, you -wouldn’t care to sit on the bench any longer.” - - _Vlaamsche Illustratie._ - - * * * * * - - IN THE CONFESSIONAL. - -_Boy_—“Rev. Father, I have stolen twenty-five yards of stuff from farmer -Klaas.” - -[Illustration] - -_Priest_—“Oh! that is very bad.” - -_Boy_—“Yes; mother said it was bad, when she saw it, but still she -thought it would do to make sacks of.” - - _Allemansvriend._ - - * * * * * - -Never estimate a man’s value according to the silk umbrella he carries; -he has probably left a cotton one somewhere in place of it. - -We are all ready to set up as moral physicians, and each of us can give -his advice; but a University diploma is necessary before you can cure a -child of the stomach-ache. - -Many a man who says that he works like a barge-horse, is probably -thinking of the time when the barge-horse is standing in the stall -eating oats. - -A word is enough for the wise. This is probably the reason why an -advocate has to plead for half a day before a jury. - - * * * * * - -Kobe Snullemans was about to be married, but he had only two francs, and -the priest asked a fee of twenty. - -“Oh! your reverence!” said Kobe, “just marry me a little then, as much -as you can for two francs!” - - _Tybaert._ - - * * * * * - -_Janneke Snobs_—“Mamma, how do the niggers on the Congo know when it is -Sunday? they have no clean shirts to put on.” - - * * * * * - -_Conductor_ (to his clerk)—“Did you give the hundred francs to the -chairman of the Board of Works?” - -_Clerk_—“Yes, sir.” - -_Con._—“What sort of a face did he make?” - -_Clerk_—“He looked very much offended.” - -_Con._—“Didn’t he say anything?” - -_Clerk_—“Yes, sir.” - -_Con._—“What did he say?” - -_Clerk_—“That you and I ought to go to jail!” - -_Con._—“And what did he do then?” - -_Clerk_—“He took the money.” - - _Uilenspiegel._ - - * * * * * - - UNNECESSARY. - -Kapblok, the butcher’s man, is running, knife in hand, after Snugger’s -dog, who has stolen a piece of meat out of his shop. - -_Snugger_—“Kapblok, where are you running to with that knife?” - -_Kapblok_—“Don’t you see the beast has got hold of a piece of the best -beef?” - -_Snugger_—“Is that all? Just put your knife back again; he never cuts -his meat, he can worry it down well enough without that.” - -[Illustration: - - “KAPBLOK, THE BUTCHER’S MAN.” -] - - * * * * * - -_Janneke Snobs_ (on his grandfather’s birthday)—“Grandfather dear, I -have come to wish you many happy returns of the day, and I hope you may -live a long time this year!” - - _Tybaert._ - - * * * * * - - IN THE CARNIVAL. - -“Well, Krelis, are you going to put on a mask?” - -_A Voice_—“If he would just wash himself for once, and put on a clean -collar, no one would know him.” - - * * * * * - - A HEART-FELT PETITION. - -When Mané was still a minister, he was tolerably well known as a -henpecked man. In church, on one occasion, he closed his extempore -prayer with the following words:—“And now, O Lord! we pray for the wives -of preachers. Some people think they are angels, but Thou, who knowest -the hearts, art well aware that....” - -History does not record what took place between Mané and his wife when -he returned home that day. - - * * * * * - -_Inspecting General_ (to Private)—“Are you satisfied with your rations?” - -_Private_—“Yes, sir.” - -_General_—“How about the meat? Does every one get served alike? or does -one get much and another little?” - -_Private_—“No, sir; we all get very little.” - - * * * * * - -_Sentry_—“My good woman, what do you want with the pillar-box? You’ve -been standing there half-an-hour at least.” - -_Old Woman_—“Well, I don’t mind if I tell you, sir. I put a letter in, -and I’m waiting for the answer.” - - * * * * * - -_Tall Barrister_—“Not so fast, my friend. You know I could easily put -you in my pocket.” - -_Short Ditto_—“If my learned brother were to do so, he would have more -law in his pocket than in his head.” - - * * * * * - -“Professor, I have come to express my gratitude. All that I know, I owe -to you.” - -_Professor_—“Come, come, friend, don’t mention it. _Such a trifle_ is -really not worth remembering.” - -[Illustration: - - “INSPECTOR GENERAL: ‘ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOUR RATIONS?’” -] - - * * * * * - - AT THE HATTER’S. - -“What! you say this hat is thirty florins?” - -“Yes, sir; real Panama.” - -“But I don’t see any holes in the top.” - -“Holes, sir?” - -“Of course; the man who is ass enough to pay as much as that will want -holes to let his ears through.” - - * * * * * - -_Lawyer_—“My friend, you are an ass!” - -_Witness_—“Do you mean, sir, that I am your friend because I am an ass? -or that I am an ass because I am your friend?” - - * * * * * - -_Waiter_—“Why, sir, there was a gentleman here last week painting this -very place.” - -_Painter_ (absently)—“Yes. Was he an artist?” - -_Waiter_—“An artist? No, sir; he was a _very respectable man_.” - - * * * * * - -_The Uncle_ (from whom one has expectations)—“My dearest boy, I have -thought over the matter for some time, but I really cannot give you the -sum you want. I never depart from my principles, and one of them is, not -to undress before I go to bed.” - -_Nephew_ (constrainedly)—“Very sorry, very sorry, indeed.... (With an -effusive grasp of the hand.) Good-night, uncle! GOOD-NIGHT!” - - * * * * * - - ON A RIVER STEAMER. - -_Gentleman_ (first-class)—“Captain, I say! this is an unpardonable want -of delicacy. Can’t you direct this cursed smoke towards the -_second-class passengers_?” - - * * * * * - - THE NEXT REGIMENT. - -_Country Lass_—“Soldier, may I give you this pound of tobacco to take to -my cousin Jan? He’s in the 3rd, and I see you’re in the 2nd; so you’re -just next to him.” - -_Soldier_—“With pleasure, lass; give it here. I’ll see that he don’t -have anything to pay for carriage.” (He rides away, in a state of total -indifference to Cousin Jan, and all that concerns him. Jan’s cousin goes -home, happy in the thought that he is going to get his tobacco so -cheaply.) - - * * * * * - - VERY SELECT. - -“Do tell me, Baron, is there not a very clever surgeon living in the -village near your castle?” - -“I am told so, madam, but ... you understand ... a country practitioner -like that ... I cannot put any confidence in him.... I only have him -sent for when one of the servants is ill.” - - * * * * * - -_Shopkeeper_ (catching boy with both hands in the till)—“You young -scoundrel, what do you want there?” - -_Boy_—“I ... I ... I’m looking for my cap.” - -_Shopkeeper_—“It’s on your head all the time, gallows-bird.” - -_Boy_—“On my head? Oh, no! you’re out there. That’s not my cap; that’s -one I borrowed till I could find my own.” - - * * * * * - - AN INCORRUPTIBLE OFFICIAL. - -_Suitor_ (from the country)—“Sir, here is a bit of a ham, home-cured, -just to thank you for——” - -_Official_—“What? Idiot! rascal! Do you think a sworn civil servant is -going to let himself be bribed? Hand over the ham at once! Hand it over, -I say! And now out with you! There’s the door! Out you go! March!” - - * * * * * - -Silent reflections of a member of the dangerous classes.—“It’s mighty -queer; this makes five times I’ve been had up for stealing, and each -time they’ve let me off.... Hanged if I understand it; but it does seem -as if they meant me to go on!” - - * * * * * - -_College Porter_—“Yes, sir; our late colleague was one who always -discharged the duties of his office with the greatest zeal. And now he -is dead, and has not left a cent to pay for his funeral. We have -therefore resolved to get up a subscription; and I have taken the -liberty of coming to you, thinking you would contribute something -towards so worthy an object. We still want ten guilders.” - -_Student_ (in a voice trembling with emotion)—“Ten guilders ... I am -deeply touched ... instead of ten I’ll give you a hundred; but do please -bury a few more college porters with the money.” - - * * * * * - - ON PARADE. - -_Short Subaltern_ (to tall recruit)—“Fellow, how dare you have the -impudence to look down on me like that? Come, stand up straight—eyes -right—look straight before you.” - -_Recruit_—“Good-bye, sir!” - -_Short S._—“Are you mad, you scoundrel?” - -_Recruit_—“No, sir; but if I am to keep looking straight in front of me, -sir, I’d better say good-bye, sir, please sir, for I’ll never see you -again in my life, sir!” - - * * * * * - -_Tenant_—“Gracious goodness! You have raised the rent again ... and what -for?” - -_Landlord_—“What for?—you want to know what for? Why, for one thing, -there’s the new clock-tower and clock right in front of your window. Do -you think I intend to make you a present of that?” - - * * * * * - -_Mistress_ (giving out provisions for the kitchen)—“Don’t you want any -butter, Mie?” - -_Maid_—“No, thank you, Mevrouw. I belong to the Temperance Society, and -must not take anything _strong_.” - - * * * * * - -_1st Soldier_ (in the country)—“What are those things in the field over -there?” - -_2nd Soldier_—“Those are traps to catch moles.” - -_1st S._—“That’s just one of your larks again! Just as though the moles -would be fools enough to go and get caught in that little spot of -ground, when there are acres of fields all round.” - -_2nd S._—“Well, how is it that, when the town is so big and the cell at -the police-station so small, you’re always in it?” - - * * * * * - - A DOUBLE MISFORTUNE. - -“Do you not think it a deeply significant fact, Henri,” said the poet to -his friend, “that I was born on the same day on which Goethe died?” - -_Henri_—“Both events are cruel misfortunes to literature.” - - * * * * * - -Mrs A.’s housemaid has come round with a message:— - -“Mistress’s compliments, and she would like to know if you will come to -spend to-morrow evening?” - -_Mrs B._—“Very pleased, I am sure.... Are there more people coming?” - -_Housemaid_—“I have them here on a list.” - -_Mrs B._—“Let me see.... Why, there are at least thirty names here!” - -_Housemaid_—“Yes, but most of them know that the children have the -chicken-pox, and mistress was reckoning on that!” - - * * * * * - - AT THE SOLICITOR’S. - -“Good-morning, sir! May I ask you to advise me what compensation is due -when another person’s dog does damage in any one’s house?” - -“Certainly, sir. The injured party is entitled to two guilders -compensation.” - -“May I ask you for that sum, then? It is your dog that I have to -complain of.” - -“Ah! Then it is your property that my dog has damaged? Nothing can be -fairer than that I should pay you the legal compensation. Here are -twenty cents.” - -“Twenty cents!” - -“Yes. As thus:— - - Your claim is fl. 2 0 - My fee, for advice 1 80 - —————————— - Balance due to you 0 20.” - - * * * * * - - A SLIGHT MISTAKE. - -A man, who thought himself a scientist, gave a public lecture on -electricity. The hall was at first tolerably well filled, but the -audience were not long in finding out with whom they had to do, and -began to go out one by one. At last only one man remained, who listened -with the greatest attention, and thus encouraged the lecturer to -continue. At the end of half-an-hour he interrupted himself, and said -politely— - -“I beg your pardon, sir, but I hope I am not trespassing on your -kindness? I shall have finished in ten minutes.” - -“Ten minutes! You can go on for another hour—or all night, if you -like—so long as you don’t forget that you engaged me by the hour!” - -The unhappy man perceived too late that it was the cabman who had driven -him down to the lecture-hall. - - * * * * * - -_Horseman_ (passing window of farmhouse)—“I say, you stupid lout, I want -to know why you are always laughing when I ride past?” - -_Peasant_—“Why, sir, it is because you always happen to ride past when I -am laughing.” - - * * * * * - -_A._—“How are you, old fellow? Have you heard who has got that situation -in the Home Office that you were trying for?” - -_B._—“Some ass or other, I suppose, who doesn’t in the least deserve -it!” - -_A._—“Of that _you_ should be the best judge; you are the lucky man!” - - - - - _THE CANDIDATE._ - - -It is now full two years since Dominie Groshaus departed this life. For -forty years the worthy man had tended his flock at Harder, without a -thought of laying aside his staff, and quite resolved to edify his -congregation for another ten years or so. But Death was not of the same -opinion as the deaf old gentleman. One fine morning he came along, and -gently took the staff out of the shepherd’s hand. - -“_Le roi est mort, vive le roi_,” now came true at Harder. Scarcely had -the grave closed over Dominie Groshaus, when they began to think of -choosing a new pastor. This time it must be a liberal; that was plain as -a pikestaff. The Harder people wished to show that they could advance -with the times. But where to find him—that was the question. The stipend -was not large, and the number of “advanced” candidates exceedingly -small,—a bitter disappointment for the Harder parishioners, for your -farmer knows no greater enjoyment than in listening to the trial sermons -of a “whole regiment” of candidates. As matters stood, however, there -was nothing for it but to cut their coat according to their cloth, and -six probationers were accordingly invited to display their gifts. The -Harder people were not fortunate; for, behold, the last of the six had -already arrived, and been quartered at the schoolmaster’s, and they had -not yet found the right man! It will be understood that they were -waiting the last trial sermon in a state of great excitement. No one’s -heart, however, beat so high as Mr Slop’s, for the last candidate -pleased the schoolmaster uncommonly well—yes, uncommonly. He had enjoyed -a most delightful evening in the young fellow’s company. The -conversation went as if on wheels. Tantalising prospectives of -instructive conversations, profitable exchange of thought—of society -such as he had often vainly longed for—opened themselves to the master’s -mental vision. Therefore it was his most ardent wish that this candidate -should succeed. He was just considering what he could do to promote his -success, when the probationer suddenly put a question to him -point-blank. - -“Can you tell me, sir, the reason why my friend Burgers did not give -satisfaction here?” - -“Oh! well—what can I say to you?—the man was the victim of a stupid -joke. His hair is, as I suppose you are aware,...” - -“Red—yes, fiery red,” sighed the probationer, with a faint smile. -“Yes—that hair of his!” - -“Well,” pursued the schoolmaster, “on the day Mr Burgers was preaching -here, Jaap Stricker, a farmer, who is known as the worst joker in the -village, happened to be sitting in the pew just behind the elders. When -the young man, who was certainly doing his best, rather raised his voice -at the end of his sermon, and at the same time threw his arms out -quickly, Jaap Stricker bent over to the burgomaster, and whispered to -him, ‘The fire is bursting out.’ That joke, sir, was the _coup de -grâce_.” - -“_Il n’y a pire que le ridicule_,” thought the probationer, “even among -these farmers.” And suddenly—as the schoolmaster drew the little stove -towards him in order to light his pipe—there rose up before him the -image of Hein Burgers, the rejected, as he used to sit at students’ -gatherings, with his honest, jovial face, crowned—alas! with locks of -too brilliant a colour. He saw once more the gloomy Van Overveen -pretending, with his melancholy smile, to light his cigar at Hein -Burgers’ flaming head; he heard one and the other call out, on finding -that his pipe had gone out, “Just pass Hein this way, will you?”... - -“I was just saying,” the schoolmaster continued, carefully putting the -cover on his pipe, after a vigorous pull or two,—“I was saying that was -the finishing touch. For even if Mr Burgers’ hair had been black instead -of red, the man’s chance was gone. In the first place, he forgot, when -he entered the church, to salute the elders—ahem!—just nod to them, you -know!” - -“Aha!” said the candidate, making a mental note of the fact. - -“And, besides that, there was something in his sermon the burgomaster -did not like.” - -Here the schoolmaster’s lips opened, and the pipe slid into the corner -of his mouth. His eyes wandered over the ceiling, while he exhibited -that vibration of the diaphragm which, according to Darwin, is the -symptom of suppressed mirth. - -“Pah!” ... he continued, after a pause, emitting a thick cloud of smoke, -under shelter of which his face came back into its normal condition. -“You must know that there occurred in his sermon an allusion to Galileo. -This was what offended the burgomaster.” - -“Galileo!” exclaimed the probationer, springing from his seat. “Galileo! -what earthly objection can the burgomaster have to Galileo?” - -“Much more than you think,” returned Mr Slop, with a solemn countenance, -but laughter in his eyes. “Much more than you can conjecture. Our -burgomaster has, along with many good qualities, a weakness—a -prejudice—what shall I call it? The fact is, that he does not believe -that the earth turns round....” - -The shout of laughter emitted by his hearer reduced the schoolmaster to -silence. - -The two men looked at each other. The master laughed too—the -probationer’s mirth was infectious—but not so loud. And while the young -man continued to give free rein to his emotions, Slop quietly groaned to -himself. - -“Could a man have done a more unlucky thing?” he went on at last. “Why -need he have dragged in Galileo at all? As soon as I heard the name, I -thought to myself, ‘There goes your chance, my dear young gentleman!’ -And if he had confined himself to mentioning the name, no harm would -have been done; but he did worse—he called Galileo’s opponents -narrow-minded people! And at last, as if to complete the disaster, he -uttered it as his settled conviction that there was no one among his -hearers who believed in the stability of the earth. Then I could see -that it was all up with him, for the burgomaster flushed up, red as -fire. Moreover, he nodded twice, and looked at the preacher with angry -defiance.” - -“Stop, sir! stop!” cried the candidate, holding his sides. “But surely, -then, your burgomaster—what’s the man’s name?—Gorter—surely this Gorter -is an original of the first water?” - -“He is indeed. Let us only hope that Galileo has not brought the whole -modern movement into discredit with him. I sadly fear that such is the -case. At any rate, sir, you are warned. If he enters on the subject -to-morrow—as he is almost certain to do—keep a good look-out, and mind -you don’t fall into the snare.” - - -On the following morning the church was as full as it could hold. The -candidate gave particular satisfaction. His delivery was more than -satisfactory; his voice was as clear as a bell. Such was the verdict of -the parishioners. Very well content, and with a great air of mystery, -the elders received the preacher at the end of the service. For when the -farmer has once made his choice, he takes good care not to give the -slightest hint of it—sly diplomat that he is! The candidate was to dine -at Burgomaster Gorter’s. Aaltje, the good-natured, bashful, kindly wife -of that dignitary, had prepared ribs of pork. With heartfelt -satisfaction did the couple take note of the young man’s hearty -appetite. He did not require any pressing, and played as good a knife -and fork as if he had been at home. This pleased the burgomaster well. A -good appetite is usually the sign of good health. Who would buy an -unhealthy cow? And what person in his senses would wish to possess an -unhealthy minister? - -At the end of the repast, a walk in the orchard was proposed. The -burgomaster, pipe in mouth, stumped along in his wooden shoes, solemn -and dignified—a sphinx in a peaked cap—beside his guest, and took him to -see the pigs. Then they slowly returned to the house, the farmer still -preserving an air of tremendous mystery. - -At last Mijnheer Gorter broke the ominous silence. - -“I was very well-pleased with your discourse this morning,” he said. - -“Were you, sir? I’m glad to hear that.” - -“They want a modern man in this place. Well—I’m modern, too!” The -burgomaster’s chin moved backwards into his black silk neckcloth, while -a smile of grim self-satisfaction played about his lips. “I’m modern, -and progressive too,” he went on. “But there is one thing I can’t get -over. I don’t believe that the earth turns round. No one can make a fool -of me about that. Every morning when I go out into the fields, I see it -with my own eyes lying perfectly still. Now that has nothing to do with -modern thought,—that turning round, I suppose,—has it?” - -“Oh!” replied the candidate, fairly driven into a corner, “it certainly -does have a little to do with it; but, after all, it’s not the principal -point. One may be a good and honest and religious man, and yet be of -opinion—I mean, believe—that the earth stands still. St Paul, for -example——” - -“There you are!” roared the burgomaster, bringing his hand vigorously -down on his companion’s shoulder in the fulness of his satisfaction. - -And thus, through his well-timed consideration of the burgomaster’s -hobby, the sixth candidate was elected to the parish of Harder. - - T. H. HOOIJER. - (_De Gids_, 1881.) - - - - - _EPIGRAMS._ - - - (SNELDICHTEN.) - - Tys was a painter—a doctor then he became, - And said to his friends, who murmured at the same, - “My faults as a painter, sure, every one could see, - But now my errors are underground, the better ’tis for me.” - - * * * * * - - TROP DE ZÈLE. - - Hans boasts he skated from Cologne - In one day to the Hague. “In one,” - His man confirms him, “true as you stand here— - _But ’twas the longest day of all the year!_” - - * * * * * - - ’Twas asked, Which was the longest day? - My farmer friend, who would not stay - Till I had searched the calendar aright, - Said, “Why, sir, ’tis the one that has the shortest night.” - - * * * * * - - Dirck once was given to language most profane; - I strove to turn him from his evil ways in vain. - After long years I was successful. How? - With this one word: “Tis not the mode in Paris now.” - - * * * * * - - TO A PREACHER. - - Ye preach so long, good sir, that we the opening have forgot, - And therefore when ye reach the end, we understand it not. - - * * * * * - - Pete ran against me in the street one day, - Nor moved aside: “He would not yield the way - To every fool.” “I can—and do!” said I— - Stepped from the path, and let the fool pass by. - - * * * * * - - Old Father Jan did chide his son because he sleeping lay, - Instead of getting up to work at dawning of the day, - And told him how a certain boor, at daybreak in the field, - Had found his fallow ground a pot of gold did yield. - “Yes, father,” said young Jack, “’twas early, it may be, - But sure the man that lost the gold was earlier than he!” - - * * * * * - - Jan will take where’er he can, - Out of purse and out of sack, - Out of cupboard, chest or pack, - Out of kettle, pot, and pan,— - Jan’s a very _taking_ man. - - * * * * * - - CLOTHES AND MEN. - - The tailor’s shop for highest praise, say I, - With royal courts doth vie; - Best skill boast which of these two can? - There the man makes the clothes; here the clothes make the man. - - * * * * * - - Dirck went out once to buy a hat, ’tis known, - And sought to pay for it with words alone. - “Nay,” said the mercer, “I’ll not come to that, - To meet _you_ and uncover to _my hat_!” - - * * * * * - - How can a miller be a thief? - Methinks the thing were past belief; - What use for gold or gear can find - The man who lives upon the wind? - - * * * * * - - PRUDENT IGNORANCE. - - Peter knows nought, and will know nought; - I know the reason why: - He fears distress and injury, - And has not the old saw forgot— - _What a man knows not hurts him not_. - - * * * * * - - THE COURTSHIP OF JAN AND GRIET. - - “Well, is it ne’er to be?” said Jan; - “I’ve faithfully done all I can: - I’ve served you as a friend,” quo’ he, - “So long in all humility, - And serve you still!” “Tis true,” said she, - “And yet you will not serve for me!” - - * * * * * - - A knight, a doctor, a new nobleman, - A duke, a count, to make of any man, - Is no great art, and this can princes do. - Would Heaven grant us but some princes, who - Could by authority of ring and seal, - With men of sense provide the commonweal! - - * * * * * - - “My parents,” Andrew said, “were drowned at sea, - Therefore no vessel, ship, or boat, for me!” - “My father and my mother,” Adrian said, - “Died in their beds: shall I not go to bed?” - - * * * * * - - Twelve men to try a crime is British use:— - A thief was asked his jury for to choose. - “The twelve apostles—honest men they be.” - Then said a man: “But those we shall not see - Before the day of judgment.” “Gentlemen, - I’ll gladly wait the trial until then.” - - * * * * * - - Once poor, and kind of heart, thou’rt rich and greedy, Jan! - The touchstone proves the gold, the gold doth prove the man. - - CONSTANTIJN HUYGENS, 1596–1687. - - I met a kinsman of mine but now, - And asked him where he lived, and how? - “Like any prince,” so said my friend, - “I have enough to eat and drink, and debts without an end.” - -[Illustration: - - “I MET A KINSMAN OF MINE.” -] - - * * * * * - - Said Jan, twice wedded to a scolding wife, - “Church-going’s the great pleasure of my life; - ’Tis strange and sweet to see a man, O rare! - Keep full five hundred women quiet there!” - - - - - _THE VILLAGE ON THE FRONTIER._[26] - - - CHARACTERS. - - MARIA (_Maid_). - MICHIEL (_Man-servant_). - NICOLAAS (_Landlord and Burgomaster_). - LIEUTENANT EDELING. - VAN WERVE, } (_Refugees_). - CLARA (_his daughter_) } - CAPTAIN D’EGLANTIERS. - LIEUTENANT TAELINCK. - SERGEANT PLUCKX. - CORPORAL NESTEIRS. - PRIVATE PESSEREAU. - - - ACT I. - - _A Village Inn. Evening._ MICHIEL _asleep in a chair_. - -_Maria_ (_the maid—behind the scenes_). Michiel, where are you? -[_Entering._] He is lazy enough for a member of the Brussels Committee. -Michiel, get up! - -_Michiel_ (_awaking_). Well, what’s up now? - -_Maria._ Wake up, at any rate! Isn’t it perfectly scandalous to lie -there, at seven o’clock in the evening, snoring like an ox? - -_Michiel._ Does that hurt any one? - -_Maria._ Is there no work to do then? - -_Michiel._ That won’t amount to much. Travellers won’t give us any -trouble, it’s not worth their while to cross the frontier just now; and -the farmers have their money under lock and key, and not a cent about -them to take a dram with. - -_Maria._ Is there nothing else for you to do? Couldn’t you take your -rifle, in your spare time, and drill a little? Everybody is drilling -just now; there isn’t a child but can load at twelve different rates. -And you, of all others, ought to be ready to give an account of yourself -when the rebels come to pay us a visit. People on the frontier, if no -others, ought to be always in readiness. - - (_Sings_) “Only with vigilance, powder, and ball, - In time of need, one can live at all - Upon the Belgian border.” - -_Michiel._ Well! you’ve got hold of that sentiment by the wrong end. Let -me tell you the right way of it. - - “He who would live in a border place - Must always exhibit a double face. - Let the Dutch army come—we’ll fly - Old Holland’s colours right merrily; - Let the Brabanters march this way, - And the Belgian flag goes up to-day, - And so in varying order. - Not by courage or powder and ball, - By cunning alone we can live at all - Upon the Belgian border!” - -_Maria._ Do you know that you deserve to be hanged, with such infamous -principles as that? - -_Michiel._ Why, it’s just to escape hanging that I want to put them into -practice, as our schoolmaster says. - -_Maria._ Our schoolmaster used to say you were an ignorant ass; but I -see that at any rate you have remembered something. - -_Michiel._ He shall be sorry, one of these days, for having spoken of me -in that way. But, never mind that, I have a good idea. - -_Maria._ A fine one, I expect! - -_Michiel._ Just listen. We cannot help it if one party or the other -wants to annex us; so we must try and keep friends with both, and make -each of them believe we are on their side. Now, I’ve asked the -house-painter for a couple of pots of paint: there they are. You say I -never carry anything out; now you shall just see. - -_Maria._ Well—and then? - -_Michiel._ Why, you see, the Orange flag is still on the church tower? - -_Maria._ Yes; and if you dare to touch it, I’ll scratch your eyes out! - -_Michiel._ My idea was to paint it with the Brabant colours on the side -towards Brabant. If the Dutch come from the north—very good! they see -the Orange flag. If the Brabanters come from the south—very good too! -they’ll see their own colours. - -_Maria._ Well, that’s a nice invention! - -_Michiel._ Isn’t it? I think they ought to give me a prize out of the -village treasury; for in this way I am saving every one from -embarrassment. - -_Maria._ But you’ve forgotten one thing! - -_Michiel._ Forgotten! What’s that? - -_Maria._ When the wind changes, the Brabanters will see Orange, and the -Dutch the Brabant colours; and then, perhaps, both of them will bombard -the village, and you in it—which would not be the worst loss of all. - -_Michiel._ That’s true; I never thought of that. But, after all, is -there no contrivance to prevent that? With a rope, for instance? - -_Maria._ You’re a nice politician! It doesn’t do to forget that the wind -may change. So leave politics alone for the future, or I’ll tell the -master what sort of fellow you are. - -_Michiel._ Would you go and tell tales, just because I have a little -more sense than the master? He will get us all into trouble before he’s -done, because he can’t give and take. - -_Maria._ Then both of you taken together ought to make a man after your -own heart. If you ask any of the poor people hereabouts, they will tell -you whether or not he knows how to give; and if you were in his place, -you would certainly do nothing but take. - -_Michiel._ Yes; having is having, but getting’s the trick! Much good has -the master done himself, with all his giving away. Then you have the -King; what numbers of people he has helped out of his own pocket-money! -And what has he gained by it? Nothing! They are breaking his -window-panes with his own three-guilder pieces! - -_Maria._ Would you follow the example of such ungrateful wretches? - -_Michiel._ Just now the question is, What pays best? And if we are ever -to be man and wife, it will surely be necessary to scrape a little money -together first, if we want to live like decent people. - -_Maria._ We man and wife! You may make your mind easy on that point! - -_Michiel._ It’s not to be? Very good—you’ll change your mind some day, -and come asking me on your bare knees to make you my wife,—some day when -I’m a great lord, just like the man with the whale,[27] who is now a -general among the Brabanters. - -_Maria._ If being a fool and a scoundrel is enough to give a man high -rank among the rebels, you will have plenty of chances; but I won’t talk -to you any more. - -_Michiel._ Have you anything more to say? Because, if not, I’ll go to -sleep again. - -_Maria._ Nothing but this, that for the present, not being a general as -yet, you might go to Peter Kluisken’s and fetch the pig that the master -has bought. - -_Michiel._ A nice little job! To tramp all that way at this time of -night, and in the direction of the Belgian sentinels, too. Well, just -you look out; if I meet them, I bring them here—upon my word I will. - - [_Exit._ - -_Maria_ (_alone_). The scoundrel! He is quite capable of doing it. And -_he_ expects to marry me? Not if I know it. - - _Enter_ NICOLAAS, _the landlord, with a newspaper in his hand_. - -_Maria._ Well, sir, what’s the news? - -_Nicolaas._ Good news, my girl. A division of our brave North -Netherlanders is marching this way; perhaps they may even pass through -this village. - -_Maria._ That would be a pleasure. I wish some of them would stay here, -then the brigands, who yesterday were only a few miles from this place, -would never dare to show themselves. - -_Nicolaas._ I think they will keep pretty quiet for the future. - -_Maria._ Are there any more news in the paper, sir? - -_Nicolaas._ H’m! h’m! not so fast, child. [_Glances over the paper._] -They do not seem to have made up their minds yet at Brussels whom they -are going to have at the head of the Government. - -_Maria._ I can quite believe that; and I don’t think there are many men -very eager to undertake the management of such a confused state of -affairs. - -_Nicolaas._ They may seek long enough, the ungrateful hounds, before -they find another ruler under whom they will be as happy as they were -under our good old King. - -_Maria._ Any news besides, sir? - -_Nicolaas._ Do let me read in peace.... H’m! yes; they are complaining -of scarcity in all the Belgian towns. - -_Maria._ Of course they are. They may hate the Dutch, but they’ll find -they can’t get on without Dutch money. What other news is there? - -_Nicolaas._ The Powers have resolved to keep to the non-intervention -system. - -_Maria._ Non-intervention! what’s that? It must be a fine thing whatever -it is; every one is talking about it. - -_Nicolaas._ Well, how can I best explain it? It means ... not to meddle -with other people’s affairs. For instance, if your neighbour comes and -asks you to help him because his house is on fire, and you tell him to -put it out himself, for it’s no affair of yours,—that’s -non-intervention. But listen ... I hear the sound of horses’ hoofs. Who -can it be? - -_A voice outside._ Does the burgomaster live here? - -_Nicolaas._ Coming! - -[Illustration: - - “JUST COME IN, LIEUTENANT.” -] - -Maria (looking out). Lancers! lancers! - - _Enter_ EDELING, _with two lancers_. - -_Edeling._ I want to speak to the burgomaster. Does he live here? - -_Nicolaas._ Just come in, Lieutenant. Come in, gentlemen, I am very glad -to see you. What will your honour take? Maria, run to the cellar, -there’s a good girl, and bring up a bottle of the best. - - [_Exit Maria._ - -_Edeling._ Not for me, thanks; I don’t want anything. My time is short, -and so are my orders. - -_Nicolaas._ I won’t listen to a word before the gentlemen have had some -refreshment. - - _Enter_ MARIA _with wine_; NICOLAAS _opens bottle_. - -_Edeling._ I do not care for useless compliments. I am commissioned to -buy some cattle here, and bring them at once to headquarters. How many -head can you let me have, and at what price, to be paid in cash at once? - -_Nicolaas._ We will see. (_To Maria._) Is Michiel back yet? - -_Maria._ He is only just gone out. - -_Nicolaas._ Then you will have to do the errand. Run at once to Peter -Slof and Cornelis de Ruyter, and ask them to come here at once. I want -to see them about a cattle contract. Well, what are you dawdling for? - -_Maria._ Because—because——[_Looks at the lancers._] I’m so glad! [_Runs -out._] - -_Nicolaas_ (_offering wine_). Come, just one glass! - -_Edeling._ If you insist. (_Suspiciously._) Are you not going to drink -too, Burgomaster? (_Drinks._) What’s to pay? - -_Nicolaas._ Who’s talking about payment? Haven’t I even a glass of wine -to spare for our brave defenders? - -_Edeling._ Well, but you’re an innkeeper. Take these two guilders and -put them in your pocket, for it’s against orders for us to get anything -on credit. - -_Nicolaas._ And I say I won’t have the money. I can be obstinate enough, -too, when I once begin. Take it, and give it to the Government as a -voluntary subscription on my part. You don’t trust me, Lieutenant, and -that grieves me to the heart. I see I shall have to put on my Sunday -coat; perhaps that will give you more confidence. [_Fetches a coat, with -a medal on it, and puts it on. The lancers salute._] Now, do I look like -a man who would betray you? I won that at Waterloo. - -_Edeling._ Forgive me for suspecting you; but so many of your class, -especially on the frontier, have turned out traitors, that suspicion has -become a disagreeable duty. What is the general feeling in this village? - -_Nicolaas._ Not what it ought to be. I fear that, if the rebels were to -arrive, there are those, here and there, who would join them. It seems -as though people were struck with blindness; they want change at any -price. They have let themselves be persuaded that they will have no -taxes to pay under the Brabant Government. That’s the worst of the -people here; they are stupid, they don’t reason. - -_Edeling._ They don’t know any better, I suppose. Do you think your -friends will be here soon? - -_Nicolaas._ Presently, I hope. Your honour seems to be in a hurry. Is it -far to headquarters? - -_Edeling._ A couple of hours. We are to march again at daybreak -to-morrow. I am sorry we are not going farther, for I fear we shall not -meet any of the enemy. I would willingly have paid them a visit. - -_Nicolaas._ You are very eager for fighting. - -_Edeling._ Particularly so; for, besides my wish to do my duty by my -king and country, I have a private account to settle with the gentlemen -from the south. They are keeping my bride a prisoner. - -_Nicolaas._ Your bride! I thought women, at least, would have been -respected. - -_Edeling._ Her father is a well-known soldier; when the first -disturbances broke out in the place where he was in command, he gave -orders to fire on the rebels. They never forgave him, and when he had -the misfortune to fall into their hands they kept him in prison—his -daughter refusing to leave him. - - _Enter_ MARIA. - -_Maria._ Here come Peter Slof and Cornelis de Ruyter. - -_Nicolaas._ Very good! Shall we go to meet them, and look at their -beasts together? - -_Edeling._ Willingly. Thank you for doing the errand (_to Maria_.), and -here is something to remember the Lieutenant by. [_Gives her money, and -exit with Nicolaas._] - -_Maria_ (_alone_). A guilder! Well, I’ll keep that as a remembrance. A -nice man that lieutenant! One can see he comes from Holland. But who are -these strangers coming in so timidly? - - _Enter_ VAN WERVE _and_ CLARA. - -_Van Werve._ Can we get a night’s lodging here? - -_Maria._ Please don’t take it ill of me, I must ask first where your -honour comes from? We can’t take any one in for the night without first -knowing who it is we are sheltering. - -_Van Werve._ I will answer your question to the Burgomaster. Where does -he live? and can I speak to him? - -_Maria._ He lives here. The Burgomaster and the landlord are the same -person. The master will be home directly. - -_Clara._ Will you please tell us what province we are in? - -_Maria._ In North Brabant, Mejuffrouw. - -_Clara._ Thank Heaven! then you are safe, father! - -_Maria._ Safe! Then you are refugees? - -_Van Werve._ Clara! - -_Clara._ I was imprudent, father—forgive me. But I could not control my -joy at finding myself once more in our own country, after all that we -have gone through. - -_Van Werve._ I am not yet sure that we are safe here. - -_Clara._ If we had anything to fear here, I feel sure, from this girl’s -honest face, that she would not betray us. - -_Maria._ I betray you! I’d sooner die a thousand times over. But come -and sit down—you seem tired. - -_Clara._ It is true, we have been walking for a long time, and I begin -to feel it. - -_Van Werve._ My dear child, what a difficult and anxious journey you -have exposed yourself to, to save your father. (_To Maria._) Yes, my -good girl, I have been in prison,—my daughter has succeeded in saving -me, and it is to her courage and devotion I owe it that we have been -able to pass the enemy’s outposts and reach this village. - -_Maria._ It’s lucky you just happened to come to-day. A few Dutch -soldiers arrived not long ago, who will be quite ready to escort you to -a safe place, if you prefer not to stay here any longer. - -_Van Werve._ My comrades! Oh, where are they? Take me to them. - -_Maria._ I will call them,—or—wait—I think I hear them coming. - - _Enter_ EDELING. - -_Maria._ What, alone, Lieutenant? Where are the rest? - -_Edeling._ They have gone on with the oxen. I found I had left my cloak -here. But whom do I see? - -_Van Werve._ The voice seems familiar. - -_Clara_ (_hastens to him_). Edeling! - -_Edeling._ Clara!—Mijnheer van Werve!... - -_Van Werve._ So you’ve enlisted, Edeling? Well done, my boy! That is -what I should have expected of a true-born Dutchman like yourself! - -_Edeling._ Your words remind me that I am no longer my own master. I am -expected every minute at the camp. - -_Clara._ Cannot we go with you? - -_Edeling._ I have only my horse; but perhaps there is a conveyance of -some sort to be had in the village. - -_Maria._ Oh! three if you like. I will go at once to order one. - -_Van Werve._ Stop a moment, girl. I—alas!—I have no money to pay for a -conveyance. - -_Edeling._ Here is my purse—but I really must go. - -_Van Werve_ (_putting back the purse_). I must not accept it. I can -never return it. I possess nothing now. - -_Edeling._ Nothing? - -_Van Werve._ Not a cent. The little ready money we had with us we have -been obliged to spend on the road; and this morning I had the -misfortune, to leave behind—— - -_Edeling._ Well? - -_Van Werve._ My portmanteau, with my whole fortune in it, at the village -where we stopped for the night. - -_Maria._ Well, portmanteau or no portmanteau, you will have to drive, -and I’m going to fetch the carriage. - - [_Exit._ - -_Van Werve._ It was no carelessness on our part; the pursuers were at -our heels—we had no time to save anything but ourselves. - -_Edeling._ And isn’t it enough for me to see you safe, sir, you and my -Clara? Is not everything I have yours? Take my purse. As soon as you can -get a vehicle, follow me as quickly as you can, for I must not delay one -moment longer. - - _Enter_ MARIA, _hastily_. - -_Maria._ Save yourselves, for Heaven’s sake! save yourselves! they’re -coming! - -_Omnes._ Who? What? [_A noise outside._] - -_Maria._ The brigands! Don’t you hear them? They’re shouting, “_Vive de -liberteyt!_” - -_Edeling_ (_draws his pistols_). The first who dares—— - -_Maria_ (_seizes him by the arm_). Are you mad? What is the good of your -pistols against a whole band? Quick! out at the back door. (_To Van -Werve and Clara._) And you—into this room! I’ll come back to you in a -minute. - -_Edeling._ But if—— - -_Maria_ (_pushes him out at a side door_). No buts! make haste! - - [_Exit Edeling._ - -_Van Werve._ Can’t we follow him? - -_Maria._ Certainly not. He is a young fellow, and can take care of -himself. Three of you would arouse suspicion, and perhaps lead to -mischief if he tried to defend you. Just come in here. [_Opens the door -of a room on one side._] - -_Clara._ We leave our fate in your hands. - - [_Exeunt Van Werve and Clara._ - - _Enter_ MICHIEL, _bringing with him a number of Belgian volunteers, - among whom Captain D’Eglantiers, Lieutenant Taelinck, Sergeant - Pluckx, Corporal Nestiers, and Private Passereau. They speak the - broad Flemish or South Netherlands dialect, largely interspersed - with French words. On entering, all of them, including Michiel, - sing, to the air of “La Dame Blanche”_— - - Victory! Victory! - The enemy’s away! - Who conquers through sheer bravery - But Old Brabant and liberty? - Victory! Victory! - Glory and loot to-day! - -_Maria._ Well, they do look like lunatics; and there’s that villain of a -Michiel with them. - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_wiping his sword_). The victory is ours, comrades! Our -courage has repulsed the enemy, and maintained the glory of our name. -Lieutenant Taelinck, see that none of the Hollanders escape who are -hidden away here, do you hear? - -_Taelinck._ I have seen to that, Captain. All the exits are well -guarded. - -_Maria_ (_aside_). The poor quarter-master! how will he escape? - -_Michiel._ What will the gentlemen please to take? Everything in the -house is at your service. - -_Maria._ Just listen to the contemptible rascal? - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_to Michiel_). You’re a fine fellow! Just let the lass -fetch a litre of wine from the cellar. - -_Michiel._ Do you hear? Fetch wine for the gentlemen. - -_Maria_ (_treading on his toes as she goes out_). You villainous -traitor! - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_to Michiel_). Do you live in the house? - -_Michiel._ I live here, Captain. (_Aside._) I need not tell him in what -capacity. - -_D’Eglantiers._ You are a brave _citoyen_! Without you, we should never -have found the way to this village so soon. I think I might make you -Burgomaster. - -_Michiel._ Indeed you couldn’t do better, Captain. I will at once give -orders to have the Brabant flag hoisted. - - [_He is about to leave the room._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ There’s no need of that. It’s _obscur_ out of doors, and -one can’t very well distinguish the colours. But I’ll tell you what to -do. Go at once and fetch the notables of the village, and tell them to -come here to-morrow with the first _lumière_ to hold a meeting of the -council. Corporal Nestiers, go along with the Burgomaster, and whoever -does not come with you at once, _de bonne volonté_, you must bring him -by force; for liberty must triumph. - -_Michiel_ (_aside_). Michiel, Burgomaster! - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_sits down_). I shall make my headquarters here -provisionally. Let’s see—what has to be done now?... - - _Enter_ MARIA, _bringing wine_. _All sit down and drink._ - -_D’Eglantiers._ Ahem!—reports ... but who is to write them? Lieutenant -Taelinck, can you write? - -_Taelinck._ No, Captain. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Why are you a lieutenant then? - -_Taelinck._ But you can’t do it either, Captain—or read, for that -matter. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Silence! I’m a captain to give orders, not to write. -Sergeant Pluckx, can you write? - -_Pluckx._ Not I—but there’s Private Passereau, he knows how. - -_Passereau._ Plaît-il? - -_D’Eglantiers._ I’m asking if you can write. - -_Passereau._ _Verdikke!_[28] eh? - -_D’Eglantiers._ If you can write—don’t you understand? - -_Passereau._ _Je n’entends pas—verdikke!_ - -_Pluckx._ _Verdikke_ is the only word of Flemish that Passereau knows. - -_D’Eglantiers._ So he can’t write Flemish. (_To Maria._) Can you write, -my girl? - -_Maria._ At your service, Captain. - -_D’Eglantiers._ That’s curious! Sit down here, then, and write as I -dictate. - -_Maria_ (_sits down at the table—aside_). What an idea!... Yes, I think -it will do! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Write: Report.... - - _Enter_ NICOLAAS, NESTIERS, _and two others_. - -_Nestiers._ Captain, here is a fellow who has been rebelling against us. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Well—what has he been doing? - -_Nestiers._ He forcibly resisted our entrance into an _écurie_ in which -there was a lancer’s horse standing. - -_D’Eglantiers._ And where was the lancer who sat on the horse? - -_Nestiers._ He is nowhere to be found. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Well—just look through the whole village till you find -him. - - [_Exeunt Nestiers and others._ - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_to Nicolaas_). Who are you? - -_Nicolaas._ I am the Burgomaster. - -_D’Eglantiers._ The ex-burgomaster! I have put another burgomaster in -your place—do you understand? But if you will make your _soumission_ to -the Committee, then, perhaps.... - -_Nicolaas._ Never! - -_D’Eglantiers._ What!—do you know that I can have you _fusillé_? - -_Nicolaas._ So you may, if you like! - -_D’Eglantiers._ What do you say? Stop where you are—I shall have a word -to speak with you presently—do you understand? (_To Maria._) Write! - -_Nicolaas._ What! Maria, are you giving this scoundrel any help? - -_Maria._ Why not? The gentleman was in such trouble because he could not -find any one able to write. - - _D’Eglantiers._ Where did I leave off dictating? - (_Sings_) Write with care—or you’ll regret! - - _Maria._ Captain, not a word I’ve written— - You have told me nothing yet! - - _D’Eglantiers._ Write: Our army, fear-compelling, - Took six hamlets in a day. - - _Nicolaas._ Since they saw no en’my—surely - No great wonder anyway. - - _D’Eglantiers._ Of the foe full seven hundred - Fell before our conquering force! - - _Nicolaas._ Numbers which, if rightly sifted, - Come to just one lancer’s horse! - - _D’Eglantiers._ Out of all my valiant heroes - Only one has fall’n—the which— - - _Nicolaas._ As I’ve just had information, - Fell dead drunk into a ditch. - - _D’Eglantiers._ Good!—you now may cease your labours! - So!—a neat despatch you see, - Accurate and interesting, - As they always ought to be. - - _Nicolaas._ Such as all despatches be! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Well—now let us just look at it. H’m that’s written very -cleverly. Now for the proclamation. Another sheet of paper! Write: -Proclamation! Have you written that sentence? - -_Maria._ Yes—what next? - -_D’Eglantiers._ We, Captain d’Eglantiers and Lieutenant Taelinck,—to all -who are about to read these presents—salutation! - -_Maria_ (_writing_). To all who are _able_ to read these presents.... - -_D’Eglantiers._ _About_ to read, I said! Fellow-citizens! we are -bringing you _la liberté_. We have risked our life-blood to procure it -for you: we also hope that you will show yourselves _reconnaissants._... -Hey! now what do you say to such a sentence as that? That’s what I call -eloquence! - -_Maria._ Undoubtedly! That is very neatly said, Captain. - -_D’Eglantiers._ I see you’re a girl of taste and intelligence. Go on—and -that you are to give us ... give us ... everything that is necessary. -Well, that’s short and to the point, isn’t it? - -_Maria._ A very fine style, and any one can understand what is meant at -the very first reading. - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_gratified_). Can’t they just? - -_Maria._ Now you’re going to sign both papers, aren’t you, Captain? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes; I’ll put a little cross to them—that’s my mark. -Lieutenant Taelinck, are you going to sign them too? - -_Taelinck_ (_half asleep_). Yes, yes. [_They sign._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ Now the report must be enclosed in an envelope, and sent -to the General, and the proclamation will be posted up to-morrow. - - [_Maria hastily hides the signed paper in her dress, and folds - another, which she hands to D’Eglantiers._] - -_Maria._ Here you are, Captain. (_Aside._) I have it all right. - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_hands the paper to Private Passereau_). Get on your -horse at once, and take this paper to the General. - -_Passereau._ _Verdikke! Dans la nuit_—— - -_D’Eglantiers._ Go at once! [_Exit Passereau._] Well, that’s finished. -Now I’ll go and get an hour or two’s sleep. You’ll call me, my good -girl, when the council is assembled, won’t you? - -_Maria._ Yes; and in the meantime I will go and post up the -proclamation. - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_takes it hastily from her, and puts it into his -pocket_). No; I must first read it out, or have it read, to the council. -Now, where is my bedroom? - - [_He is about to go into Van Werve’s room._] - -_Maria_ (_quickly_). No, not there. The left-hand door, sir. - - [_Points to a door on the opposite side._] - -_Nicolaas_ (_aside_). I don’t understand it. Why does she want to put -that fellow into my bedroom? (_Aloud._) Maria, are you mad! the other -room is—— - -_Maria_ (_interrupting him quickly_). Just suited to a prisoner. - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_pointing to Nicolaas_). Then he must be put in there. - -_Nicolaas._ But—— - -_Maria_ (_quickly, aside to Nicolaas_). Leave it to me! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Good-night! (_Turning to the Volunteers._) If Nestiers -comes with the portmanteau, tell him to bring it into my room. Do you -hear? - - [_Nicolaas goes into the room in which Van Werve and Clara are - hidden, while Maria takes a candle and shows D’Eglantiers into - the left-hand bedroom._] - -_Taelinck_ (_crouching over the fire_). B-rrr! it’s famously cold! - -_Pluckx._ I believe you! The Government really ought to provide us with -better clothing. - -_Taelinck._ That’s just the beauty of liberty, that every one has to -look out for himself. - -_Pluckx._ And that’s just what I mean to do, so soon as that girl comes -back. - -_Edeling_ (_appears in the doorway and looks in_). These fellows are -everywhere! I am caught in a trap. - -_Pluckx._ But just tell us now, Lieutenant, who is supposed to be -governing us at the present moment? for every day I hear of a fresh -sovereign, who has been recommended to us. - -_Taelinck._ Who is governing us? Why, Liberty! - -_Pluckx._ I shan’t be sorry to see some change, then; for I haven’t yet -seen the colour of Liberty’s money. I think the lass must be very hard -up. - - _Enter_ MARIA. - -_Maria_ (_aside_). Is this rabble going to stay here all right? - -_Pluckx._ I say, my girl, look here. Have you got a blanket or rug you -could let me have? - -_Maria._ What for? - -_Pluckx._ You’ll soon see that—_comprenez_? - -_Maria._ I have; if you will be sure to give it back. - -_Pluckx._ Oh! you shall have it back soon. - -_Maria_ (_takes a blanket out of a chest_). Here is one; but you shall -not have it, unless you give me your tunic as a pledge that you will -return it. - -_Pluckx._ Come, none of that chatter! - -_Maria._ Gently, gently! You have seen that the Captain lets me write -his proclamations for him. Nothing would be easier than for me to put in -a word against you, if you don’t behave yourselves. - -_Taelinck._ The girl is right, Pluckx. - -_Pluckx._ Well, here’s my _sarrau_, then! It’s not a bad exchange. [_He -gives his tunic to Maria, and cuts three slits in the blanket._] - -_Maria._ What’s that for? - -_Pluckx._ A new-fashioned overcoat for the winter. [_Puts his head and -arms through the slits. All laugh except Maria._] - -_Maria._ Well, as you’ve spoilt my blanket for me, you shall not have -your tunic back either. - - _Enter_ NESTIERS. - -_Nestiers._ Come, men, here are your billets; and here (_laying it on -the floor_) is the Captain’s portmanteau. - -_Pluckx._ You mean the portmanteau that the Captain looted this morning. - -_Maria and Edeling_ (_aside_). Is it possible? - -_Taelinck._ Well, be quick and give out your billets. I’m going to stay -here. I suppose there’s a second bed in the Captain’s room? - -_Maria._ Surely. - -_Taelinck._ _Allons donc!_ Right-about march! Place a sentry outside the -front door, and see that no one goes in or out without permission from -the Captain or me. - - [_Goes into D’Eglantiers’ room with the portmanteau. The others - retire. Enter_ EDELING, _to whom Maria hands Passereau’s tunic, - in which he escapes_.] - -ACT II. - -_Middle of night._ D’EGLANTIERS _alone with the portmanteau under his -arm and a candlestick in his hand_. - -_D’Eglantiers._ I see they’ve brought me the portmanteau. Let’s seize -the golden moment, while old Taelinck lies snoring like an ox, to -inspect the contents a bit. [_Breaks the lock, and rummages through the -portmanteau, taking out a necktie or some similar article, which he puts -on._] What do I see? This seems to be a handsome capture! And I’ll be -hanged if these are not Government bonds! _Ma foi!_ Now I’m a rich man, -and can let the service slide with an easy mind! I shall lose nothing by -resigning—no one ever got his pay out of a Provisional Government! -However, we must keep a sharp look-out, and not let any of my comrades -find out what has been in here! All honest fellows, no doubt, but -suffering from the same complaint as myself! Where shall I hide the -packets? The portmanteau won’t lock now; and, besides, several of them -have seen it already. - - [_Remains standings with the bonds in his hands. Enter_ MARIA.] - -_Maria._ Up already, Captain? - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_starts, and tries to hide the papers_). What,—what is -it? - -_Maria_ (_aside_). That’s the portmanteau in question. (_Aloud._) -Nothing, Captain; I came to see if you wanted anything. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Nothing! or,—wait! (_Looking at her attentively. -Aside._) The girl seems trustworthy ... otherwise ... yes, I suppose -that will be best! - -_Maria_ (_aside_). What is he considering with himself? - -_D’Eglantiers._ My good girl, I have here some of the army reports; -could you tell me of a safe place, where no one comes poking and prying -round, and where I can _cacher_ them in safety till my departure? - -_Maria_ (_aside_). He’s running into the trap of his own accord. (_To -D’Eglantiers, pointing to the cupboard._) Shall I hide them in here, -under the house linen? But in that case you must give your men orders -not to go about plundering my cupboards. - -_D’Eglantiers._ I’ll promise you that, but just open it. - - [_Maria opens the cupboard; D’Eglantiers hides the bonds inside - it._] - -_Maria._ I think, Captain, that packet must contain something more than -reports and general orders! - -_D’Eglantiers._ No, it really does not, by—— - -_Maria._ Well, I’ll believe you; so you need not swear about it. But it -looked to me rather like bonds. [_Locks the cupboard, and is about to -put the key in her pocket, but D’Eglantiers prevents her._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ Stop! I keep that key, do you hear? - -_Maria._ Do you, sir? they’re bonds! Otherwise you would not be so much -afraid of losing them! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes, if that were true—— - -_Maria._ Then you wouldn’t be captain of a volunteer company, would you? - -_D’Eglantiers._ No, certainly not! - -_Maria._ No, if you were only rich, you’d already be a Member of -Congress,—perhaps even of the Provisional Government.... - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes; I do really think, if I were richer—— - -_Maria._ Not a doubt about it! A man of your talents and your eloquence -would certainly have reached a high rank at Brussels, but for the want -of means. - -_D’Eglantiers._ You’re flattering me; but, after all, think of the -numbers of conceited fools that have been elected to Congress! They do -nothing but talk and mismanage matters. - -_Maria._ I really think that you ought to be there, sir. It’s quite a -mistake your not going! Brussels is the only place fit for you. - -_D’Eglantiers._ I tell you once more, you’re a flatterer; but I promise -you one thing,—as soon as I’ve hoisted the Brabant flag on the church -tower of this village, I’ll go to Brussels and ask for my discharge. - -_Maria_ (_aside_). A pleasant journey to you,—so long as the bonds -remain here! - - _Enter_ TAELINCK. - -_Taelinck._ You’re up early, Captain? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes, yes, good-morning! (_Looking sideways at the -portmanteau._) May the devil—— - -_Taelinck._ It seems to me you’ve been looking out for yourself already. -Was the portmanteau quite empty like that? - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_somewhat embarrassed_). Well, there wasn’t much in it. - -_Taelinck._ You’re not a man of your word, Captain! You promised that we -should share and share alike, whatever was in it. - -_D’Eglantiers._ When there is nothing, there’s nothing to share; do you -hear? - -_Taelinck._ You might at least have waited to open it till I was there. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Lieutenant, you’re becoming insolent; you’re forgetting -discipline! - -_Taelinck._ I shall let the General know that you keep all the loot to -yourself. - -_D’Eglantiers._ There stands the girl,—ask; let her _témoigner_ whether -there was anything in it but—— - -_Maria._ But eight linen shirts, which the Captain gave me to put away -in the cupboard. Shall I get them out, Captain? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes, yes,—here’s the key! (_Aside._) That’s a little -jewel of a girl! - - [_Maria opens the cupboard, and takes out a pile of shirts, which - she drops on the floor. While the two officers are busy picking - them up, she hides the bonds under her apron._] - -_Maria._ There they are,—eight of them! - -_Taelinck._ That’s five for me,—but was there nothing more? - -_Maria._ Nothing. [_She locks the cupboard, and returns the key to -D’Eglantiers._] - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_aside to Maria_). If I ever get into the Government, -I’ll see that you have a pension. - -_Maria._ I should like to ask you something, sir. First, about the -landlord,—my master, you know,—the man you took prisoner yesterday, and -who is in that room; will you set him free again? - -_D’Eglantiers._ H’m! h’m! a rebel like that? but, since you ask it ... -well, go and fetch him! - -_Maria._ And in the second place, will you let my sister and my uncle, -who are sleeping here, go back to their own village undisturbed? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Where do they live? - -_Maria._ Why ... not very far off. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Well, if they lived at the other end of nowhere, I -should let them go, since it is you that ask it! - -_Maria._ Very good; I’ll go at once and tell them. - - [_Exit._ - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_aside_). That’s the right sort of girl! she’s saved me -from all my anxiety. - -_Taelinck_ (_aside_). I don’t feel anything like easy about that affair -of the cupboard! - - _Enter_ NICOLAAS. - -_Nicolaas._ Captain, the maid tells me you have given orders for my -release. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes; because that girl asked me, I’ve let you go, but -mind what you’re about next time. The council is going to assemble here, -and you may vote with the rest, because I want liberty to flourish. - - _Enter_ PLUCKX. - -_Pluckx._ Captain! here’s the council; are you ready for them? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Yes, yes, let them come; but,—I tell you what,—let ten -or a dozen of our men come in too, so as to maintain full liberty during -the discussions; do you hear? - -_Pluckx._ Very good, Captain. - - [_Pluckx goes out, and returns with the principal men of the - village, headed by Michiel, as Burgomaster, and some - Volunteers._] - -_Nicolaas_ (_to Michiel_). What in the devil’s name are you doing here? -Look alive, and get to the stables! - -_Michiel._ Why, master, are you there? That’s lucky. I’ll have you for -my man-of-all-work, master! - -_Nicolaas._ Why, man, are you gone wrong in your head? or—— - -_Michiel._ Not at all! The Captain here has made me Burgomaster of the -village;—so you see, sir, that things look very bad for you. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Silence! The council is going to be opened, and every -one is to sit down. - - [_The “Notables,” with Michiel in their midst, sit down in a circle, - while D’Eglantiers takes his place at a table, with Taelinck by - his side._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ The _séance_ must be public, as is the proper thing for -all liberal governments. - -_Nicolaas._ Of course—so that every one can hear the nonsense that is -talked. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Therefore, Pluckx, open the door; but don’t let every -one in, or the room will be overcrowded, you understand? - -_Nicolaas._ A very wise precaution! - - [_The front door and shutters are opened. It is daylight._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ Citizens! in the name of the Government, I offer you _la -liberté_, _les lumières_, _et l’ordre légal_. Do you understand that? - -_The Schoolmaster._ It seems to mean the same thing as freedom, -enlightenment, and law and order. - -_Nicolaas_ (_standing up_). Surely, sir, it is scarcely necessary to -give us what we have possessed for a long time already! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Silence! I bring you liberty in all things,—no more -coercion,—no more monopoly! Education and trade are free. Is there a -school here? - -_The Schoolmaster._ Certainly, sir, the Society for National Education— - -_D’Eglantiers._ Done away with! Abolished! The parents are free from -henceforth, and, as a natural consequence, the children also. No more -schools; at any rate, none of the National Education Society’s! - -_Nicolaas._ That I am quite willing to believe. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Silence! Is there any factory in this _commune_? - -_Nicolaas._ There are six, in which hundreds of people earn their -living. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Monopoly must be abolished. Every one ought to be -allowed freely to make what he likes. Therefore all the factories must -be sacked. - -_Nicolaas._ The factories sacked? Is that the freedom you are bringing -us? (_Turning to the Notables._) And you are going to allow this? -(_Confusion in the meeting._) - -_D’Eglantiers._ Silence! _Volontaires!_ the first man that contradicts, -you are to shoot through the head. Otherwise free discussion becomes an -impossibility. - - [_The Volunteers take aim._] - -_Michiel_ (_quaking with terror_). Of course—the Cap—Captain is right. -The—(_in confusion_)—the factories must take his word for it. What a -kind amiable man the Captain is! Long live the Captain! - -_D’Eglantiers._ All the ready money in the village must at once be -placed in my hands, in order to clothe my valiant troops. - -_Nicolaas._ They can take care of themselves in that respect (_Points at -Pluckx._) - -_D’Eglantiers._ All the wine and provisions in the place must be -presented to my troops as a voluntary gift. - -_Nicolaas._ Anything else? - -_D’Eglantiers._ All swords, guns, knives, spades, axes, pickaxes, -ploughshares—in short, all iron tools must be handed over to me. - -_Nicolaas._ He’s not hard to please, _he_ isn’t. - -_D’Eglantiers._ And the council is to deliberate whether it would not be -well to send in an address declaring their submission to the Government. - -_Michiel._ A very good idea. - -_Nicolaas._ I should like to say a word. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Speak up! - -_Taelinck._ He can’t speak. He is only the ex-Burgomaster; he is not -entitled to a share in the proceedings. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Never mind—let him speak as one not entitled. - -_Nicolaas._ If I may speak without danger, I should like to ask what -_is_ the Government that we are to submit to? I have already heard some -half-dozen sovereigns mentioned; and really I should not be surprised if -you had offered the crown to a Chinese mandarin. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Tut! tut! all you’ve got to do is to submit—it doesn’t -matter to whom. That’s not your business. - -_Nicolaas._ Then I vote against such an absurdity. - -_The Schoolmaster and others._ So do I! so do I! - -_D’Eglantiers._ I shall put you under arrest if you don’t vote as I tell -you. - -_Nicolaas._ Is that what you understand by liberty? - -_D’Eglantiers._ You are at liberty to talk as much as you like, but you -must vote as I wish. - -_Nicolaas._ I thought you were more liberal than that, Captain! - -_D’Eglantiers._ I can’t waste time arguing with you. [_Takes the -proclamation out of his pocket._] Here’s my manifesto. Let the -Burgomaster read it out loud. - -_Michiel._ Silence! Let every one listen! (_Reads._) “Proclamation,—We, -Captain D’Eglantiers——” - -_D’Eglantiers._ That’s me, standing here. - -_Michiel_ (_reads_). “And Lieutenant Taelinck——” - -_Taelinck._ Here’s the man you’re reading about, _compère!_ - -_Michiel._ “To all that shall read these presents, salutation! -salutation!” (_Bows._) - -_D’Eglantiers and Taelinck._ Salutation! - -_Michiel_ (_reads_). “Citizens! a Dutch army, ten thousand strong, is -marching on this village!” What’s this? - -_D’Eglantiers._ That’s not on the paper, you scoundrel! - - [_General consternation._] - -_Michiel._ It is there—read for yourself! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Then it’s a forged document—_parbleu!_ - -_Pluckx_ (_examines the paper_). It’s signed by you and the Lieutenant, -sir. - -_All._ Go on! go on! - -_Michiel_ (_reads_). “As I am not in a position, with the forces at my -disposal, to withstand so powerful an enemy, I hope you will not take it -ill of me if I beat a retreat——” - -_All._ Well, now! - -_Michiel_ (_reads_). “Within a quarter of an hour!” - -_Nicolaas._ A pleasant journey to you! - -_D’Eglantiers._ What sort of an infernal thing is this? [_Snatches the -paper out of Michiel’s hand. Aside to Taelinck._] Yes, indeed, there’s -my mark! - -_Taelinck._ And mine, too! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Then the girl has cheated us! - -_Pluckx._ If ten thousand men are marching on us, the best thing we can -do is to march off in the other direction. - -_Nicolaas._ And we will go to meet them. - -_Michiel._ Yes, we’ll escort them in in triumph! - - [_All the Notables, and the majority of the Volunteers, leave the - house._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ What the——! What are you doing! Stay here! It’s all a -swindle! - - _Enter_ MARIA, _with_ VAN WERVE _and_ CLARA, _disguised as_ _peasants_. - -_Maria._ Captain, here are my sister and my uncle, who—— - -_D’Eglantiers._ Here! you child of Satan! I’ll sister and uncle you! -What sort of a paper is this that you’ve written? Come, now! - -_Maria_ (_aside_). The fat’s in the fire now, and no mistake! - -_D’Eglantiers._ Answer me! what sort of a paper is it? - -_Maria._ Why, sir, haven’t you read it? - -_D’Eglantiers._ I’ve heard it read, and—— - -_Maria._ Did you let it go out of your own hands? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Insolent, too? Who’s asking questions, you or I? - -_Maria._ A word in confidence, Captain? [_Draws him aside._] Don’t you -understand?—that was a trick of mine to—— - -_D’Eglantiers._ A trick?—a fine trick! I’ll—— - -_Maria._ Hush! hush! do! I knew that the Dutch troops were coming, and -in order to let you know it privately I wrote it down on that paper. I -hoped you would read it by yourself, and then act as circumstances might -demand. - -_D’Eglantiers._ Well—in that case! But it is strange, though—— - - _Enter_ PLUCKX. - -_Pluckx._ Captain, it’s time for you to show yourself. Half of our men -want to leave, and the villagers are beginning to arm! - -_D’Eglantiers._ What the——[_Breaks off, and looks towards the -cupboard._] I must get hold of my bonds first. Lieutenant Taelinck, go -on. I’ll follow immediately. - -_Taelinck_ (_also looking at the cupboard_). Aren’t you coming with us, -Captain? - -_D’Eglantiers._ Presently, presently. - - [_Taelinck goes out slowly, followed by Pluckx. D’Eglantiers runs to - the cupboard, opens it, and searches in vain for the packet._] - -_Maria_ (_aside_). What shall I do now? Wait!—I have it. - - [_Hastens out and comes back with Taelinck._] - -_Maria_ (_to Taelinck_). It is just as I told you—the Captain has been -hiding gold and jewels in that cupboard. - -_Taelinck_ (_comes forward, and taps D’Eglantiers on the shoulder_). -Well, Captain, what have you got there, say? - -_D’Eglantiers_ (_surprised_). Eh! what? - - [_Turns round, and seeing Taelinck, hurriedly closes the cupboard._] - -_Taelinck._ You’ve hidden our booty there,—that’s quite clear. Open that -door again, and look sharp about it. - -_D’Eglantiers._ What’s the good?—there’s no money in it. - -_Taelinck._ I’ll report you! - -_D’Eglantiers._ I won’t give you the chance! [_Draws his sword._] - -_Taelinck_ (_defends himself_). You miserable thief. - - [_They fight. Van Werve and Clara are about to take the opportunity - of escaping, when Pluckx enters with his men._] - -_Pluckx._ What! fighting here? Why, the Hollanders are coming! - -_D’Eglantiers._ What! Where? When? - - [_Shouts of “Oranje boven!”[29] outside. Van Werve rushes at - Taelinck and disarms him._] - -_Van Werve._ Yes!—“Oranje boven!” - -_Pluckx._ Here they come! _Sauve qui peut!_ - - [_Tries to escape by the front door._] - -_D’Eglantiers._ Where’s the back door? - -_Maria_ (_calls after him_). Don’t forget your bonds, whatever you do! - - [_As D’Eglantiers attempts to leave by the back door, Michiel - enters, accompanied by several Soldiers, and knocks him down - with a pitchfork, while Taelinck is being held by Van Werve. - Edeling, Nicolaas, Soldiers, and Armed Villagers enter by the - front door, and disarm Pluckx and the rest of the Belgians._] - -_Michiel._ Halt! Captain! you were mistaken after all! “Oranje boven!” - -_D’Eglantiers._ Traitor of a Burgomaster! - -_Edeling._ My Clara! - -_Michiel._ See there! I knew we should catch them. - -_Nicolaas_ (_to the Dutch leader, pointing at Michiel_). Captain, you -had better secure this rascal! it was he who brought the rebels here. - -_Michiel_ (_as he is seized by the Dutch_). How! what?—why, I showed you -the way myself! - -_Maria._ The pitcher to the well—Michiel! - - [_The insurgents and Michiel are led away._] - -_Edeling_ (_seeing Maria_). Good-morning, my lass—didn’t I come back to -see you, as I said I would? (_To the others._) This is the girl who -helped me to escape. - -_Van Werve._ She has served us all. - - VAN LENNEP. - - - - - _PROVERBS._ - - -He who lives with cripples learns to limp. - -The best steersman stands ashore. - -Self is the man. - -He gives an egg to get a chicken. - -They are not all princes who ride with the emperor. - -He howls with the wolves when he is in the wood, and bleats with the -sheep in the field. - -A little too late, much too late. - -Stand still a while, you lose a mile. - -The nearer Rome the worse Christian. - -Call no herring before he’s in the net. - -He who has choice has anxiety. - -Don’t put too many eggs under one hen. - -If fools were silent they’d be wise. - -No man dies of threats. - -The fowl that cackles most does not lay most eggs. - -No mad dog ever ran for seven years. - -One can see by the stockings whose leg is broken. - -You should hang your cloak towards the wind. - -No man ever limped for another’s sore foot. - -It’s ill stealing where the host is a thief. - -’Tis ill eating cherries with lords. - -When slovenly people turn over a new leaf they polish the bottoms of the -saucepans. - -What belongs to the ravens[30] will never drown. - -All offices are greasy.[31] - -What the sow does the little pigs must pay for. - -With much pounding the stockfish becomes tender. - -No man sees his own hump-back. - -’Tis an ill water, said the horse, for he could not swim. - -’Tis an ill morsel that chokes one. - -Let them pump who are cold, I have my coat on.[32] - -All that come of cats will go mewing. - -Let the plover peck, I have the eggs in my hat. - -Though the ape should wear a golden ring, yet he is an ugly thing. - -He who has a fine cat should bring no furrier into his house. - -Lands become sand, sands become land. (_Landen versanden, sanden -verlanden._ An epitome of the physical history of Holland.) - -The greater jurist the worse Christian. - -When the gnats dance in January the farmer comes to beggary. - -Beware of a fair Spaniard and a swarthy Englishman. - -Better sit still with an owl than fly with a falcon. - -The first man in the boat has the choice of oars. - -It’s the third strand that holds the cable. - -Man overboard—an eater the less. - -A tired horse would rather see a dirty stable than a clean high-road. - -A woman’s hair pulls worse than the main-topsail. - -At Boulogne there are more traps than mice. - -White and black[33] were the making of Venice. - - A hundred Dutchmen, a hundred knives. - A hundred Frenchmen, no knives. - A hundred Scots, two hundred knives.[34] - -In Italy—too many feasts, too many chiefs, too many storms. - - The Spaniard seems wise, and is not. - The Frenchman seems a fool, and is not. - The Italian seems wise, and is so. - The Portuguese seems a fool, and is so.[35] - -A husband’s mother is the devil on the floor. - -A house full of daughters is a cellar full of sour beer. - -’Tis easy piping to those who love dancing. - -Smoke, bad air, and scolding wives, are what drive men out of the house. - - - - - _A DUTCH PODSNAP._ - - -“A glass of wine, mamma?” - -“No, thank you, papa.” - -“You, Caroline?” - -“No, thank you, papa.” - -“Frederica?” - -“No, thank you, papa.” - -Ditto, ditto, for Marie, Antoinette, and Hortense. - -“Hendriek doesn’t take any wine?” - -“Oh! no, papa.” - -“And my Lijsje?” - -“Oh! it would be dreadful, papa!” - -Mijnheer Van Arlen, having gone through this ceremony, half-filled his -glass, filled it up with water, and then carefully corked the bottle, to -be put away for to-morrow. In this way it would be made to last ten -days, and as a rule it did so; for the above invitation to his wife and -seven daughters was renewed every day, and every day regularly declined. -However, there were some exceptions to this rule: in the first place, -when papa was on a journey. Every year papa had to take a journey for -the Minister; it was a mission of mysterious importance, whose -destination no one was to know. It always came off quite unexpectedly, -immediately after the receipt of his second quarter’s salary. On these -occasions the bottle, if it still contained any wine, was emptied by the -family, and papa’s own particular tumbler—a most precious one, of ruby -glass, with a flower-pattern, and the initials H. M. engraved on it—put -away in the china-cupboard for the space of ten days. For this -unexpected, mysterious, and important journey always lasted exactly ten -days, during which time the daughters enjoyed the mild joke of calling -their mother “Madame Veuve,” and were solemnly requested by her not to -do it, for, as she said, it was a sort of joke that always sent a cold -shudder through her. She preferred being called “little bride,” which -took place once a year, on her wedding-day, an occasion which formed the -second of the exceptions referred to above. On this occasion papa always -provided mamma with the surprise of a glass of port at dinner, and all -the seven daughters had some too, though in their hearts they would have -preferred not taking it, for they detested it—and it always gave one -such a colour in the evening! - -The third exception—which was only half a one—occurred when papa had a -relation or a friend from out of town on a visit, when mamma would take -a glass; and then the bottle had to be finished, for wine only turns -flat if it is left standing. - -To-day, however, was merely an ordinary day. Papa had received no -instructions as to his journey, and the wedding anniversary was some -time off; though the friend from out of town was expected, and might -arrive any week. He was something more than a friend—he was a late -brother-in-law; for Mevrouw Van Arlen—Hortense Muggenhout, as denoted by -the initials on the tumbler—had had a younger sister, who had married -Heer Van Noost Prigson, a most respectable man, as appears from his -double-barrelled name, which was never forgotten, either by himself or -the Van Arlen family. Mijnheer Van Noost Prigson had lost his wife not -long after the birth of his only son. - -Uncle Van Noost Prigson had written to-day he would come; but he was a -man of business,—of much business,—and he wrote so quickly that -three-fourths of each of his letters were illegible. Fortunately, papa -was also a man of business, and in his responsible position was brought -into contact with so many matters—cipher, among others—that he was able -to read the writing of Uncle Van Noost Prigson, at least the greater -part of it. This time, however, the most important part of uncle’s -letter was in figures, and he always made his figures very indistinctly. -He said he might possibly come on the 3rd (it might also have been the -8th), unless it were the 10th—or (for the figures might equally well -have stood for that) the 21st—while at the end of the letter he added, -with equal distinctness, that it was to be between the 14th and 16th, -for which again one might have read the 24th and 26th. Equally uncertain -was the duration of his visit; its purpose, indeed, was explained, and -this papa thought fit to keep to himself. It must surely be a matter of -importance, thought the eight ladies, for the thought that he—with his -vast experience of all sorts of business—should have failed to decipher -this part of the letter never entered their heads for a moment. - -Papa filled a most important office,—it was in the year 1846,—and in -consequence of one thing or another, perhaps in connection with the -mysterious journeys, he had, one 6th of December, received a token that -the State appreciated his services. Since that day, the said token had -been inseparable from the black coat, without which no one ever saw -Mijnheer Van Arlen. It was quite in harmony with the impressive wrinkle -on his forehead, which looked as though Van Arlen had for years been -staring upward in a bent position,—in harmony, too, with the compressed -lips, which seemed in continual fear of letting a State secret escape; -while his hair had become quite white, probably from the anxiety -occasioned by the weighty matters which occupied his head. The daughters -found in papa the type of a handsome man, and at the same time of a -thoroughly respectable one; mamma adored him with the enthusiasm which -every good housewife is bound to feel for her husband, and never spoke -of him except as “Mijnheer Van Arlen.” Conversely, he always referred to -his wife as “_Mevrouw mijne echtgenoote_;”[36] and he preferred to -allude to his daughters in numerical order, unwilling to admit the outer -world to so great a degree of familiarity as to speak to it of his -daughters by their Christian names. - -Either the bottle had stood too long on this particular day, or some -other cause had spoilt Van Arlen’s taste for it; anyhow, he did not -finish his glass, and, when dinner was over, fixed a penetrating gaze on -the door, and remained silent. - -“Are you not well, papa?” asked Caroline. - -“Quite well, my child!” - -“Difficult business?” asked Mevrouw, sympathetically. - -“Oh! all business is difficult, mamma,” said Van Arlen, weightily, and -stared into nothing more perseveringly than ever. - -Mamma sighed, and the daughters looked sadly at papa. Could Uncle Van -Noost Prigson’s letter be the cause of the trouble? - -“Will you have any dessert, papa?” - -The dessert was standing ready, as usual, on the small side-table. A box -of flat biscuits, a butter-dish, a corner of cheese under a glass cover, -and a little dish of fruit, or, if there was none to be had, of -preserved ginger. But papa did not care for dessert, and never took any, -except when the above-mentioned relation or intimate friend from the -country was present; for “a dinner is not complete without dessert.” - -“No, thank you, my dear? Will you?” - -“Oh! you know I never do. Shall we say grace?” - -Grace was said, reverent and short, as is befitting in a house where a -good tone prevails, and papa folded up his napkin neatly, and laid it -beside his plate; whereupon Leida fetched the matches, and gave papa a -light, which he accepted with a gracious nod, just as he had done -yesterday, and the day before, and all the year round, with the -exceptions aforesaid. Then eighteen-year-old Leida gave her papa a light -kiss on his forehead, just above the broad wrinkle. - -“Why, papa! you must not be so gloomy; just let me kiss the trouble -away,” said she. - -“What tricks next?” asked papa, sportively; and mamma called her a -monkey, and all the six sisters thought it such a good thing that Leida -was in such spirits, and had such a knack of getting papa into a -cheerful humour. - -Van Arlen lit his cigar, and went slowly and thoughtfully to his own -room, whither he was called by his weighty official cares, and where a -mysterious locked portfolio lay ready for him. He turned the key in the -lock, sat down in his easy-chair, and went to sleep. He was quite right -to lock himself in,—a State secret might so easily have escaped him in -his sleep,—nay more, the secret of his after-dinner nap, which was -entirely unknown to his household and the outer world, might have leaked -out. About half-past seven there was a modest knock at the door; the -person knocking waited patiently till all the State secrets should be -covered up; and when the door was opened, the table before Van Arlen was -strewn with papers. The inkstand, however, remained on the mantelpiece. - -But she who entered the room suspected no deception, and was not on the -look-out for traces of it. Year after year it had been Mevrouw Van -Arlen’s habit to bring her husband his “first cup” at this hour, and the -ten minutes which he was accustomed to give her served for the -discussion of domestic matters. Papa listened attentively to what mamma -had spent on milk and on bread, on peas and beans and matches,—nothing -is too small for a great man,—and then handed out the exact amount from -the secret drawer of his writing-table. - -“And then, papa, Caroline and Frederica and Marie ought to have new -hats.” - -“And the three others?” - -“They can have the old hats of the three eldest done up with new -trimmings.” - -“And what becomes of _their_ old ones?” - -“They can use them for every day.” - -Van Arlen tried to form in his own mind a visible picture of the change; -but his habit of considering affairs of State somewhat dimmed and -confused his sight in matters of everyday life. - -“I do not rightly understand you, my dear. It seems to me that the three -eldest might just as well have the hats of the next three, as the next -three have the hats of the elder ones passed on to them.” - -“Caroline, Frederica, and Marie are the eldest.” - -“Is that a reason, mamma? Let us take, as our fundamental principle, -impartiality. Let us act without respect of persons—it is a wise rule, a -guarantee for the stability both of a government and a household. Let us -give no occasion for jealousy by measuring with two different measures.” - -“But, papa——” - -“Believe me, my dear, parents who show partiality are sowing the seeds -of unfriendly feeling, discord, hatred. Let us be wise, and not bow to -any antiquated principle of primogeniture. What human experience has -found to be fatal in society, must not be introduced into our smaller -circle by us, the individual units of society.” - -“But in that case they might as well all keep their own hats, and trim -them up afresh.” - -“Let it be so.” - -How mamma was to settle matters with her daughters was her business; the -head of the family was concerned solely with the legislative, not with -the executive department. - -“And Leida must keep her old hat because she has been so untidy; but she -will have to have a new ribbon on it.” - -Van Arlen nodded assent. - -They must have been great men who first preached impartiality, and -abolished the right of primogeniture. Here, in this individual instance, -was a saving of three new hats,—what economy would be effected by the -application of the system to a whole State! - -“And you yourself, mamma?” - -“I have been thinking of keeping on the mourning for another year. My -black dresses are all quite good still.” - -“And we were so fond of poor Cornelia! When the mourning is worn out the -dead are forgotten, people say. We must show that it is not the case -with us.” - -“Or that we have been careful of our clothes,” Van Arlen might have -added; but though this inference did not enter his head, another did. - -“So we shall not go out this year?” - -“I’m sorry, for the girls’ sakes; but it really is a duty. But, all the -same, we must not keep them quite shut up either.” - -“No, of course not.” - -Mijnheer and Mevrouw Van Arlen were silent for a little. - -“We must not keep them shut up,” repeated the mother, thoughtfully. “Do -you think it possible you might some time be transferred, Van Arlen?” - -“Oh, Hortense! don’t ask such questions.” - -“It is not out of curiosity, but in the interest of our family. You are -in such favourable relations with people in high positions.” - -“What do you think is the cause of this, mamma?” - -“Well, your knowledge, your ability, your great——” - -“Do you think that a man possessing such qualities—mind I don’t say I -possess them—has much chance of being sent away to a distance?” - -“No, but—it is hard.” - -“It may be hard,—but when a man is indispensable—I don’t say that I am -indispensable—he has to put up with it. The feeling that he is doing his -duty conscientiously to the State, ought to have most weight with -him,—and it certainly makes things easier.” - -Van Arlen finished his tea, and handed the empty cup to his wife—the -usual sign that the audience was over. - -“Another cup?” - -“Yes, please—but no sugar.” - -This condition was as stereotyped as the dessert; papa only took one cup -with sugar; the ladies did not care for sugar, except at evening -parties, when they took it to prevent mistakes and confusion. - -Van Arlen then went to work,—read, signed documents, made a note here, -and drew his pen through a sentence there,—and became so absorbed in his -work that he never heard Marie come in on tiptoe, to set down the humble -domestic cup of tea on the table covered with State documents. At the -stroke of half-past nine Van Arlen rose, and once more made his -appearance in the family sitting-room, where an old-fashioned card-table -had been set out. After working all day, he found that his mind needed -some relaxation. His wife and two of the daughters,—who took turns in -this, as in other things, were already seated; the cards were dealt, and -he had only to begin. They were playing whist for recreation, and not -for money—therefore no reckoning was necessary; but the marking was done -with laudable accuracy, and every mistake was severely reproved—for the -furthering of every one’s enjoyment; for enjoyment without seriousness -does not deserve the name. - -Papa never spoke a word except what was required by the game, and did -not like any talking to go on in the room; so that the five daughters -who were not playing, sat silent round the big table, each with her -needlework, thinking about the hats they were not to have, the mourning -that their mother was to go on wearing, the ball to which they were not -invited, the opera they never went to, the new fashions other people -were going to wear, the novel they were in the middle of, but which must -not be read aloud now papa was in the room, the riches they missed, the -enjoyment they did not know, the past that was so poor, and the future -that did not promise to be richer. - -There was a ring at the bell. - -All the ladies looked up; even papa laid down the cards he was just -about to deal. - -“Brother Van Noost Prigson!” said Mevrouw, in a tone of some anxiety,—as -well she might, for there was no meat in the larder—in fact, nothing in -the house but a small angle of cheese, and a few ounces of ginger from -the uneaten dessert. - -Van Arlen said nothing: he was never precipitate, and in all -circumstances of life preserved his presence of mind. - -“What a quiet little ring!” said Frederica. - -“Could it be a message from the Minister, papa?” - -“Leen has not heard the bell—shall I ring?” - -Mevrouw Van Arlen assented, and the sitting-room bell was heard—a -quicker and more excited ring than the heavy, respectable front-door -bell. - -“The bell rang, Leen.” - -“Yes, ma’am, I’m here.” - -“No—the front-door bell.” - -“No, indeed it didn’t, ma’am.” - -“We all heard it.” - -“Impossible,” muttered the maid to herself, as she went to see; “or else -it must be some one who pulled the bell and ran away—and you can’t be -always on the look-out for that.” - -All listened in strained expectation. The front door was opened, but no -sound of voices came from it; it was closed again, and Leentje was heard -shuffling off to the kitchen. - -“She might come back and say who it was,” mamma assented. - -Leentje was again sent for. - -“Who rang the bell, Leentje?” - -“Just as I thought, ma’am,—it was some boy that ran away.” - -Mijnheer Van Arlen was inwardly very indignant that his family—among -whom so good a tone prevailed—should make such an exhibition of -themselves in the presence of a servant. Mamma blamed the girls’ -curiosity, but could not unconditionally accept the theory of the -boy,—Leentje had been too long at the front door for that. If it turned -out that she had been speaking to a “fellow” there, she would have to -leave next day. That sort of thing would not do in a respectable house. -The girls likewise declined to believe in the boy—the bell had been rung -too quietly. They wanted to go out and look whether anything had been -pushed under the door. Then it struck Antoinette that the mysterious -ring might be connected with burglary, and this opinion gave rise to -some eager whispering, which caused papa to turn a frowning brow, not -once, but twice, in the direction of the large table. In an unguarded -moment Leida slipped out into the passage, to institute an investigation -_in loco_, but neither on nor under the door-mat was there any trace of -a paper. All conjectures remained fruitless. - -If the little street-boy, with the newly mended kettle on his back, who, -merrily whistling his favourite tune, had crossed the quiet street, and -pulled the bell, to give his aunt’s sister-in-law a run from the kitchen -for nothing,—if that small evil-doer had known what a change and -excitement he had caused in a respectable family, insomuch that Van -Arlen himself, who filled such an important post, had laid aside for a -moment the business which occupied him, he would probably have repeated -the experiment on the following evening—if only out of pity for the -monotonous life of the seven ladies, to whom even the pulling of the -bell was an event. - -The night has passed;—the little, sputtering, flickering night-light, -which burns in Van Arlen’s bedroom—for Van Arlen does not believe in -having no light in the house, one never knows what may happen—has -consumed all its oil and gone out. The insolent sun, which has no pity -for faded carpets and curtains, has penetrated everywhere; and if one -could walk through the Van Arlens’ house at this hour, when their high -tone is still asleep, one would lose much of the reverence inspired by -the important position, the refined manners, and the ceremonious -intercourse with each other of its inhabitants. - -But at this hour in the morning no one walks through Van Arlen’s house -except the maid, who, by the terms of her engagement, is bound to “do” -two rooms before breakfast. This involves rising before five, though she -does not go to bed any earlier for that; she is also supposed to answer -the door, go out once in four weeks, “if it suits,”—and have neither -right nor claim to any extras beyond her wages, which are moderate, and -her perquisites, which are _nil_. - -To be weighed against all this is the great advantage of living with -respectable people, and that is a great deal in these days, Mevrouw -says. Besides this, Leentje is a “whole” orphan, and therefore ought to -appreciate the privilege of finding a home with such a family—though it -is true that Mevrouw Van Arlen will never engage a servant with any -parent or relative living, to save trouble with their families. - -But the Van Arlens are far too respectable to let us waste any more time -over their servant,—more especially as by this time they are all -assembled at breakfast, with the exception of the head of the house, for -persons who do much brain-work need more rest than those who only tire -their bodies—so Mijnheer says. Mevrouw is seated before the tea-tray—the -daughters take cold water. Nothing is wholesomer than cold water. -Moreover, butter—at least, much butter—is bad for the health. Bread in -large quantities is also unhealthy, and the ladies prove, by the extent -of their breakfast, that they quite subscribe to this opinion. The -“whole orphan,” also, is educated in the same doctrine, but she is -allowed to poison herself every morning with coffee—so long as she does -not exceed her two ounces a week. - -“I don’t know how it is, mamma, but that ringing the bell last night -does worry me,” said Frederica, by way of morning reflection; and the -other girls reflected also, and talked it over, and objected, or -supported each other, as if there were really an interesting question at -stake,—till papa’s arrival restored silence. He cast one glance over the -paper, which no one was allowed to inspect before him, for fear the news -might evaporate, and then put it into his pocket,—for girls have no -business with newspapers, and his wife did not care to see it. During -the meal he spoke little—he was oppressed by the prospect of all the -important affairs awaiting him; and he ate his bread and butter, and -drank his tea, with a solemnity which made it difficult to realise that -they were only ordinary bread and tea. - -Presently he rose. “Oh! papa! you scarcely give yourself time for -breakfast!” said his wife, and he did not dispute the proposition. He -kissed her and his daughters on the forehead in silence, put on his hat, -and went to his office, thoughtful and abstracted, as if bowed down by -the weight of his position. He did not even see people who bowed to him; -as for miscellaneous human beings, they were not worth his attention. - -Suddenly some one stopped him. - -“This is lucky! I was just on my way to your house!” cried this person -in a loud voice,—so loud that all the bystanders could hear Van Arlen -being addressed like an ordinary human being. “Have you been out to a -funeral this morning?” - -A well-regulated smile hovered for a moment about the official’s -mouth,—“No, brother.” - -“You look just like it. How are they all at home?—your youngsters -growing up—eh? Nothing particular going on?” - -Thus talking, Brother Van Noost Prigson walked along beside Van Arlen, -and entered with him—no, actually preceded him—into the door of the -building where he exercised his important functions. Preceded him! Van -Arlen went down five per cent. in the estimation of his subordinates -that day; and when his own messenger, with a low bow, threw open the -door of his private office, Van Noost Prigson was again the first to -tread the magnificent carpet, on which inferior officials scarcely dared -to set foot when expressly summoned by their chief. - -“Not much to do—eh?” - -“On the contrary, I am very busy to-day.” - -“Well, well—reading and signing documents, and all that sort of thing—I -could do that too.” - -“I shall have to sign about three hundred and forty separate papers.” - -“Well—I’d do that in half-an-hour; but if you really are busy, I won’t -keep you. I’ll come and dine with you to-day.” - -“Very good—and in that case, I’ll see——” - -“Don’t give yourself any trouble. I’ll call in and see Hortense myself. -You know you needn’t make any difference in your ways for me, and I -daresay you couldn’t very well afford it either.” - -Van Arlen looked at his brother-in-law as if to ask, “Do you mean to -insult me,” but his expression changed as he met the glance of the -cheery but penetrating eyes. “Living is dear at the Hague,” he said. - -“The more fool you, then, to stay here—and with seven daughters, too! -Just listen, Van Arlen,—I have a plan, but I can’t carry it out without -your help.” - -“Let me hear it before I promise.” - -“My plan is—to make Van Arlen rich.... Where did you get that ridiculous -thing?” he suddenly broke off. - -“Which?” asked the official—following Prigson’s eye, which was directed -to his breast. - -“Why—that bit of ribbon. I never heard of your getting it. From Santa -Claus, I suppose?” - -“I don’t understand you, Prigson; if you mean my Order, I make it a -point of honour to wear it, and I don’t like its being made a joke of.” - -“A joke, my dear fellow? I have the most fervent respect for all orders -of knighthood—especially if they are sent home on St Nicholas’ Eve.... -Come in! Beg pardon—I forgot this was _your_ place. Can I stay?” - -Van Arlen glanced at the door,—it was only a clerk with documents, and -Prigson was suffered to remain while the clerk waited and the official -signed. - -“This is the sort of thing that goes on all day long.” - -“Well—it seems to me you earn your money pretty easily. But say, Van ... -I suppose no one can hear us talking here?” - -“No one.” - -“Well,—it doesn’t matter to me, but I shouldn’t like it on your -account,—I want some money.” - -Van Arlen drew the palm of his hand across his forehead, and stared at -his brother-in-law without answering. - -“I’m so fearfully in debt that I don’t want to give the alarm. I should -be much obliged if you could let me have those thousand florins I lent -you. In a month or two you can have them again, if you want; but I’ve -got to live till then, and I have nothing left.” - -“It comes at a very inconvenient time, Prigson.” - -“My dear fellow, I would like nothing better than to give you a receipt -for the whole sum in full; for you’re a good fellow, and have to -struggle so hard, one ought not to make it harder for you. But, just say -now, when _would_ it be convenient?” - -Van Arlen thought for some minutes. - -“At the beginning of next year,” he said slowly. - -“I wish I could wait so long. I wish I could; but I have an expensive -undertaking on hand, which will perhaps by next year put me in a -position to accommodate you. But, for the moment, I _must_ have money; -and I dare not try to raise it myself for fear of ruining my credit, -which I can’t do without just now.” - -“Come in!” said Van Arlen, in answer to a knock at the door. - -“His Excellency would like to speak to you,” said the clerk. - -“So those fellows let themselves be called Excellency, do they? I -thought that was bad form now-a-days,” said Prigson, loud enough to be -heard by the clerk. But Van Arlen did not reply, he was too thankful for -the chance of escape from his brother-in-law. - -“I suppose you’ll be gone some time? An Excellency like that has plenty -of time for talking; _he_ doesn’t work himself to death,” said Prigson. - -“It may be a couple of hours before I can get away.” - -“In that case I’ll say good-bye. By-the-by, is there any place where I -can see the papers? Are you a member of the Besogne Club?” - -“At the White Club you’ll find all the daily papers.” - -“And will one of your cards be enough to admit me?” - -“I haven’t a card here, but——” Van Arlen looked round, and his eye fell -on the card of one of his subordinates. “This will do just as well.” - -“_Merci!_” said Prigson, with a just perceptible smile, and left him. - -When Van Arlen returned from the Minister’s private room, he sent to ask -the functionary whose card he had given to Prigson to come to him, and, -while waiting, wrote a note to his wife, informing her of that -gentleman’s arrival. - -Before the note had reached its destination, however, the person in -question had already appeared on the scene. He had been shown into the -_salon_, where, after sending up his name, he paced up and down for -about half-an-hour, vainly seeking for diversion in the four framed -engravings representing the divisions of the day, typified by English -ladies in the large bonnets and short waists of a fashion forty years -old. The alabaster clock, with gilt ornaments, was not going—it had not -gone for twenty years,—and the vases were as clumsy in form as monstrous -in colouring. - -“Everything dates from the year twenty,” muttered Prigson, after a hasty -glance at one article and another, “and these things never break! The -whole house and furniture is of the year twenty—the girls too. Is none -of them going to appear? Hortense surely doesn’t require to make such a -toilette.” - -He pulled the bell. It had given no sound for the last ten years;—but, -as it happened, the maid was just passing the door. - -“Look here, my girl—you seem smart enough—just run upstairs and tell -your mistress I have only ten minutes to spare, and I have to go out of -town again directly.” - -“Thank Heaven!” thought Mevrouw, when the maid came up with the message, -“then he won’t stay to dinner!” and in another moment she was -downstairs, endeavouring, by extra cordiality, to remove the impression -which the long waiting must have produced on Prigson. - -“I’m sorry, brother, you can’t stay to dine with us in a quiet way,” she -said after a time. - -“If you really make a point of it, Hortense, I can alter my plans to -suit,” answered Prigson; “but you must not let me put you out in any -way.” - -“Oh! not in the least; certainly not. You are always welcome, and our -table is large enough. And what are you doing just now?” - -“At this moment I am living on my means, for the last enterprise came to -nothing. But now I really have my eye on something good. You must try -and persuade Van Arlen to take it up; it is certain to make him rich——” - -He was interrupted by “Good-morning, uncle!” in three different voices; -and the three eldest Van Arlens proceeded to welcome Prigson, who, in -entire disregard of the tone of the house, embraced them one after the -other. - -“Always the same,” said their mother, smiling, and shaking her finger at -him, and the three girls blushed and sat down. Then appeared the two -next, to be welcomed in the same way; and presently the two youngest -turned up, to be likewise honoured by their uncle. All seven were as -neat as if they had come out of bandboxes, and each had some fancy-work -in her hand. - - -When the subordinate official whose card Van Arlen had given to Prigson -appeared in the former’s room as desired, he was received with— - -“Oh, Mijnheer Talm, I have just taken the liberty of using your name.” - -“You do me a great honour, sir.” - -“One of my relations, Herr Van Noost Prigson, from London, wished to be -introduced to the White Club, and you know I can’t go there!” - -Mijnheer Van Arlen meant that his position was too important to allow of -his doing so. The official bowed—he quite understood that. - -“I happened to have your card lying here, and I thought you would be -willing to do me that service.” - -“Certainly, very much flattered. Can I be of any further service to your -relative? Take him about anywhere? But I don’t speak English.” - -“Oh, he speaks Dutch quite fluently,” replied Van Arlen; “if one did not -know it already, one would never guess that he came from London. So it -might be as well not to mention it.” - -“Very good, sir.” - -Mijnheer Talm was about to withdraw, with a low bow. - -“By-the-by, Mijnheer Talm, is Department Y in order?” - -“I thought there was no hurry about it.” - -“The Minister has been asking me about it to-day, so I should be glad to -have it as soon as possible.” - -“I can promise to have it ready to-morrow.” - -There was work enough in Department Y to occupy Talm all day and all the -evening, perhaps half the night as well; his meeting Uncle Prigson was -scarcely possible under the circumstances. - -In any case, there was not much chance of this happening; for when -Prigson had left the Van Arlens’ house, with a promise to return at -dinner-time, he went straight to the White Club, and got himself -introduced by a Secretary of Legation; and when Leida went to the -confectioner’s to double the stock of dessert-ginger, she saw Uncle Van -Noost Prigson sitting at the club window! Her heart beat high with so -much grandeur. - -And Talm’s conversation for the next six weeks consisted principally of -the English millionaire whom he had introduced at the White Club at his -chief’s request. He thought it would do him no harm at the next chance -of promotion. - - -We left Van Arlen alone in his private room at the Government office. -There are moments in life when one prefers not to be alone, yet has not -the courage to break away from solitude; moments when a seemingly -impossible resolution must be taken, when one would be thankful -if—instead of thinking and acting for one’s self—one could blindly -follow the dictates of another. All the weight of his important position -had never oppressed Van Arlen so much as the idea suggested to him by -his short interview with Prigson. - -Imagine a man who, without knowing a note of music, is handed the score -of a symphony and told to read it. That was about his state of mind with -regard to the question Van Noost Prigson had asked him. He had not a -thousand guilders in the world—not even a hundred. - -He walked up and down his room, staring at one thing and another, but -unable to forget that thousand guilders, and the smallness of his -salary. If he had a thousand—no, not one, but ten, twenty, a hundred -thousand—would he not be a happy man? Then he would really live, as he -now only had the appearance of doing;—distinguished society, pretty -dresses for his wife and daughters, all pleasant things vainly desired, -would be his! Imagination has peculiar force in such cases, and Van -Arlen’s painted this ideal life for him with rough but forcible touches, -till he was once more recalled to reality and the starting-point of his -reverie—the thousand guilders! - -Where was he to get them? He _must_ have them. Sell his possessions? The -furniture was worth nothing. The pictures?—who knew if the English -engravings might not be rare and valuable? He did not understand such -things. He had indeed pretended to some knowledge of art, but he had -none. If he had only the smallest grain! What would a collector give him -for them? Two hundred and fifty guilders each? Surely they might be -worth that. Perhaps more—perhaps—— - -Then arrived documents for signature, and Van Arlen signed his -name—signed again, and yet again, and imagined that he was endorsing -bank-notes. Why was his name not of equal efficacy when written on a -cheque? He could always pay the amount later on; it was only for the -time he wanted it. - -Suddenly Van Arlen stood still. “Temporary—only temporary—and if I pay -it back, no one will ever ask after it.” He opened a locked cash-box; it -contained more than enough to help him; it did not belong to him; it had -only been left in his care, to give account of when the sum was -complete. He stood up, and wiped his forehead, and once more paced up -and down. - -Who was going to inquire after it? The Minister? He had other things to -think of. His colleagues? The affair did not concern them; they did not -even know of its existence. His inferiors? They would certainly mind -their own business; and if they did not,—after all, he was their chief, -and could give them what answer he thought fit. There it lay. He opened -the little parcel. Surely no one knew the numbers! - -There was a knock at the door. Van Arlen started as if he had committed -a crime, yet kept looking at the money that had been entrusted to him. -It was in an unsteady voice that he said, “Come in.” - -“Mijnheer Van Teuten would like to speak to you.” - -“Van Teuten?—I’m busy—well, one minute, then. Tell him to come in.” - -The man ushered into the private room wrote a magnificent hand. For the -moment that was nothing to the point—yet, after all, it was something, -for Van Teuten owed his career to it—“the best hand in the department.” -He did not write quickly—that was beneath his dignity—but for really -beautiful writing no one could come near him. - -Van Teuten was visibly disturbed, as he stood facing Van Arlen, who sat -leaning over his desk. The cash-box was shut. - -“Well, Mr Van Teuten?” - -“Mr Van Arlen—I’m come—I hope you’ll excuse it. I’ve come to make a -request, on which my future depends.” - -Van Arlen looked up from his paper, and coughed importantly, fixing his -dark eyes on the chief clerk, as though he suspected him of high -treason. - -“You know perhaps that—that I have absolutely no means of my own, and, -with the title of assistant secretary (which I owe to my -handwriting)”—here Van Teuten raised his head with a certain pride—“in -spite of my handwriting, still only draw the salary of chief clerk.” - -“Do you want to be promoted, Mr Van Teuten?” - -“Promoted—that is to say, sir—not exactly; but, Mr Van Arlen, I can’t -live! I’m poor, sir, and—if I write a good hand—Heaven forbid, sir, that -I should boast of it; but, well, it is hard that one should have one’s -merits, and be forced to suffer from poverty.” - -Van Arlen gazed fixedly at the owner of the fine handwriting, and asked -him for a definite statement of what he wanted—his time was valuable. - -“Do excuse me, sir; but I’m nervous—I’m agitated. I shall have to pay my -rent on Saturday—three-quarters’ rent, sir,—and I’ve nothing—nothing—not -so much as _that_!” - -“Very sad for you, Mr Van Teuten, but you know that I can be of no use -to you in this matter.” - -“Nay, Mr Van Arlen, you can. I only want two hundred guilders—nothing -more, and then I am saved—saved! And, you see, if I stood alone, sir, I -shouldn’t care—I should find some way out of it,—but I have a wife and -five children. Oh, God! Mr Van Arlen, it’s my last hope. Don’t let me go -like this!” - -Van Teuten pulled out a red pocket-handkerchief, and dried a few tears -with it. Van Arlen stared at him, still lost in thought, and forgot the -man’s request in the comparison he was drawing in his own mind, between -this case and his own. At last he asked slowly, “What do you want me to -do?” - -“Lend me two hundred guilders, sir,—that’s all that I hope, I entreat, I -beg of you——” - -“Just listen to me, my good Van Teuten, and don’t get excited,—tears are -not becoming in a man of your age. We’ve all got to work for our -families, and some men in this world happen to be better off than -others—but that’s no reason for giving way to passionate grief. As to -your request, it’s out of my power to grant it. Next time there is any -question of increase in salaries, I will do my best to improve your -position, but for the moment I cannot help you. If I did, I should have -all your colleagues asking me for the same thing to-morrow, and my -position will not allow of my coming to the assistance of officials in -this way.” - -Van Teuten was searching his mind for a word—a sentence. To-morrow, when -he did not want them, he might think of hundreds; now, he could find -none that would add force to his entreaty. He soon gave up the effort, -and tried another tack: - -“The Minister is rich, sir,—don’t you think he might give or lend me two -hundred guilders?” - -Van Arlen looked straight at him. True, the Minister was rich, and what -he refused Van Teuten he might yet be induced to grant to Van Arlen. - -“If you would only speak for me, Mr Van Arlen,—I don’t want to exalt -myself—and yet, I believe—don’t take it ill of me if I say so—I think my -services are worth something—and if His Excellency would be willing to -give me the money, I should be saved.” - -“Probably His Excellency would have the same reasons for declining as -myself; but I cannot conceive, Mr Van Teuten, that there is not one of -your colleagues who would be willing to help you out of a temporary -inconvenience.” - -Would Van Arlen himself have found one so quickly? - -“Oh! plenty!—but they want security—they want a guarantee; and ... do -you think His Excellency would become security for me?—or you, sir—your -name will do anything you like.” - -“My good friend, you understand that I, in my position, cannot afford to -get mixed up with any such affair, nor can the Minister either. Try and -come to some arrangement with your landlord, but don’t expect anything -from _these_ quarters, under such circumstances. We can’t have anything -to do with such matters.” - -Van Teuten bowed his head—he had exhausted his arguments, and all to no -purpose; he had completely forgotten the eloquent address, thought out -last night; the courage with which he had armed himself had oozed -away—he went out silently. But suddenly he turned back. - -“If it were _outside_ the official circle, sir, could you help me then? -I could get money at an interest of one per cent. per month—only I must -have the security of one of the superior officials.” - -“I have told you, Mr Van Teuten, that I, in my position, cannot occupy -myself with any matters of the kind. I am sorry for you, but I can do -nothing.” - -The man with the fine hand went away, slowly and dejectedly, and Van -Arlen was once more alone with—or rather without—his thousand guilders. - - * * * * * - -It is a mistake to suppose that, for the preparation of jugged hare, a -hare is necessary. Mrs Van Arlen understood very well how to give a -dinner, which, to the uninitiate, seemed the finest kind of “company” -dinner, and yet consisted of the most commonplace everyday dishes. But -there is an infinite difference between rice in a dish and rice in a -mould—more especially when the latter is served with lemon sauce. The -ham was prepared _à la mayonnaise_—Van Arlen was so fond of that -dish,—he always partook of it when on those mysterious journeys of his; -and then—you need not have a whole ham for it, a few slices are quite -enough. Moreover, there stood, on the side-table, besides the -never-failing ginger and cheese, a silver dish with ten little halfpenny -tarts on it. It was quite a splendid dinner; papa and uncle had each a -bottle to himself, and besides the ordinary wine glasses there were -others of smaller size for the better wine. - -But, with all this magnificence, a certain gloom prevailed among the Van -Arlens. This is the way with the great ones of the earth; they enjoy -wealth and ease without appreciating them. - -Prigson, on the other hand, was, as usual, in excellent spirits. He felt -in nowise overawed by the splendour of the feast, or the eight silk -skirts which rustled round about him. - -“You see, it’s just our ordinary family dinner,” said madame, with a -pleasant little laugh. Prigson gave the obligatory answer, and paid no -attention whatever to the material part of the dinner. - -“Which of you girls are going out with me this evening?” he asked. “I -can’t take all seven—three is the maximum—or else your father will have -to come too.” - -“You know, Prigson, my position is such that I cannot devote a single -hour to mere enjoyment.” - -Madame sighed, and said, in a compassionate tone, that brother could -form no idea of the life Van Arlen led. - -“No doubt,” said Prigson; “but I admit that it is far from appearing to -most people what it really is.” Prigson made the remark entirely without -sarcastic intention, and went on, with a smile, “I would bet something -that you haven’t even read the paper yet, Van Arlen.” - -Van Arlen usually read his daily paper from title to imprint while -taking his breakfast; but to-day he had entirely forgotten it. - -“I haven’t once looked into it; and here’s the proof,” he said, taking -it still unopened from his pocket. - -“So you haven’t seen my advertisement?” - -“Your advertisement?—no—did you insert one?” - -“Do you remember our talk at your office?” - -Van Arlen had not forgotten it for one moment, and if Prigson had paid -more attention to him, and less to Caroline and Leida (who, in fact, -were very pretty girls), he would have noticed that Van Arlen’s looks -continually took the vague direction which indicated that his mind was -elsewhere. His wife, who noticed it, ascribed it to the responsibilities -of his office; his daughters were thinking, this evening, more of their -uncle than of him. Certainly papa was the very type of a handsome man, -but uncle had something very distinguished about him—especially since -Leida had told them about seeing him in the club. - -“What advertisement is that, brother?” asked Mrs Van Arlen. - -“Oh, my dear Hortense, it belongs to those matters which ladies can’t -understand; but if it comes to anything, and Van Arlen is willing to -take a hand in it, he has only to say the word. You can make your -fortune over it, Van Arlen.” - -The word “fortune” awakened in the Van Arlens a feeling which used to -come over them day by day, and had as regularly to be suppressed. Now, -however, they were able to give way to it for a moment, and Van Arlen -himself—still under the influence of what he had endured that -afternoon—looked at Van Noost Prigson with interest. - -“How could that be done?” asked Mrs Van Arlen almost indifferently; -while all the girls, holding their breath, looked at Prigson in order to -form their own conclusions as to whether his project were practicable. - -“In the first place, you would have to give up your situation; in the -next, to leave the place; and in the third, to work rather harder than -you do at present; but, on the other hand, you would earn six times as -much money.” - -“You evidently don’t know what the life of a Government official is,” -said Van Arlen, with a contemptuous smile at the mention of harder work -than his. - -“Oh, dear, no!” said his wife; and the daughters looked in consternation -at the man who had dared to cast the slightest doubt on the extent and -importance of papa’s duties. - -“Well, what now, Van Arlen?” said Prigson, seeing that his -brother-in-law seemed once more lost in a brown study, “are you off to -that office of yours again? You had better come to the opera with us -this evening; that is to say, if these ladies are inclined to come.” - -A cold shudder—but it was one of delight—completely overpowered the -self-control of Frederica and Marie. They scarcely knew the opera, -except by name,—papa never went there,—and it was very long since they -had been invited by any one else. - -“The opera?” said Van Arlen, “I don’t care about that; it’s a sin -against common sense.” - -“I beg your pardon?” asked Prigson, perplexed. - -“Why, all the people there die singing—I can’t get over that.” - -“Eh?” said Prigson, evidently much taken aback; “well, I never thought -about that. But now I do think about it, I should say that the opera is -the most natural picture of life. There are so many people that weep and -wail all their lives; is that so very much more unnatural than that they -should sing when they die? But, granting that it is as you say, let’s go -to an opera in which nobody dies. Isn’t _Don Pasquale_ on to-night, -young ladies?” - -“I think so, uncle,” answered Frederica, blushing, for none of the girls -even thought of looking at the theatrical announcements. What was the -good? - -“Yes, yes—_Don Pasquale_. Come, Van Arlen—that’s a comic opera—just the -thing for you!” - -Van Arlen shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind a comic opera—not if -it’s _really_ comic,” he said. - -“Come along, then—you’re sure to like _Don Pasquale_.” - -“No, I can’t—another time, perhaps—I’ve too much to do to-night,” said -Van Arlen, absently looking at the alabaster clock that did not go, but -nevertheless seemed able to tell him that it was now _his_ time. - -“Yes,” said his wife, “and if we’re to go to the opera we shall have to -dress.” - -“Hortense! Hortense!” said Prigson, with a mischievous glance. - -“What do you mean, Prigson? Of course I can’t let the girls go to the -opera with a strange gentleman. I’ve always done my best, brother, to -give my daughters a _good_ bringing-up.” - -Prigson was too polite to answer; Van Arlen had folded his hands,—his -wife did the same, and soliloquised in silence. - -“Six of the ten tarts left over ... perhaps the confectioner would take -them back ... at any rate, one might try. Leentje might go and see.... -The opera ... that has not happened in the last ten years—what are we to -do about dresses?—we shall have to be quick about it.... Amen.” - -Her reflections were brought to an abrupt conclusion, for Van Arlen had -opened his eyes with a sigh, and once more saw Prigson before him. Oh! -what would he not have given not to see him—to have opened his eyes in -the consciousness that he had been sleeping! Sleeping, from the moment -of meeting his brother-in-law in the street; sleeping, when the latter -reminded him of the debt, when he had been alone after Prigson’s -departure, when Van Teuten stood over him; sleeping, too, that last -quarter of an hour, when he stood before his desk after Van Teuten had -left him.... But he had not slept—all, all was real ... and then to go -to a comic opera on the top of that! - -“Excuse me, Prigson, but I must go back to work immediately, there are -some documents wanted in a hurry.” - -“Oh! so things _are_ sometimes wanted in a hurry at a Government -office?” asked Prigson. “No, thank you—take one of my cigars—real -Havannah, fifteen cents—delicious—just try one.” - -“Oh, uncle, it’s positively sinful!” said Leida, who had nearly -forgotten etiquette so far as to hand him a light, which at a ceremonial -dinner would have been highly unfitting. - -“Sinful is it?... How old are you now, Leida?” - -“Eighteen next birthday, uncle.” - -“Good-bye, then—till later—no, don’t apologise. But don’t go to sleep, -Van Arlen,” Prigson shouted jocularly after his host, and then added, -turning to Leida, “A happy time of life, Leida, I wish it were mine -still;—but when I was that age, I didn’t think fifteen cents too much to -pay for anything I liked.” - -“How do you mean, uncle?” - -“Just what I say, my dear girl. What is life, after all? isn’t it always -seeking for what you like, whether you understand by that the smoking of -a good Havannah, or the consciousness of having done a good action? -Enjoyment means just what people like—and the older they are, the more -they want of it. It’s unjust of old people to say that it’s the young -ones that always want to enjoy themselves—the old ones are just as set -on it, but they get their enjoyment out of other things. Well, any man -who can get himself one enjoyment for fifteen cents is certainly not -cheated out of his money.” - -“But, uncle, must one always have money to enjoy one’s self?” asked -Leida, naïvely, but very much _à contre cœur_—for her whole life was in -evidence to prove that, as a rule, one must. - -“Certainly not, my very charming Leida,” said Prigson, rising, and -added, as he embraced his niece, “That’s a treat for nothing, do you -see?” - -“Not for me, uncle,” said Leida, laughing mischievously, as she ran out -of the room. - -“It’s really a pity that Van Arlen’s such a harlequin!” muttered Van -Noost Prigson to himself, and then went to join his elder nieces at the -window. - -Van Arlen was once more in his room, and had locked the door—but he -didn’t go to sleep. He had his hand in his breast-pocket, and his -fingers were clutching a little packet that seemed to burn them. - -Borrowed? No—not borrowed; it was stolen—it was not his. And yet he was -not a thief—he had already as good as put it back,—only the execution -was awanting to complete his intention. He strained his ears listening -for Prigson and the others to go out at the front door. As soon as they -were gone, he would hurry to the office and put back the money! Why were -they dawdling like that? If anything happened to prevent his going—if he -were to find the lock out of order. Why did they not start? If there -were a fire in a street he had to pass—if he were to meet with an -accident.... Do be quick, Prigson! the money is burning me—if I start -now, we shall be in the street at the same time—then I shall have to go -with him, and he will have to walk slowly on account of the ladies. -Which way shall I go? My hat—where did I put my hat? If Prigson were to -take my hat by mistake—happily it has a mourning band on it. Why don’t -you go, Prigson? Have you given up the plan? - -There was a knock at the door, and his wife entered. - -“Are you going out, Van Arlen?” - -“No, my dear, no.” - -“I thought you looked as if you were going to start.” - -“Certainly not, certainly not! Go now, make haste, or you’ll be late.” - -“Perhaps you’re going to give us a surprise.” - -“No, no—I’ve too much to do—and I don’t care about operas, where people -die singing. Good-bye, Hortense, good-bye! Don’t let the girls come up, -I’m too busy.” - -At last, at last, he heard the door close! and when Caroline, as the -eldest available daughter, came to bring papa his cup of tea, his room -was empty. - -“Papa has surely gone too,” she said, as she went down again. - -“I don’t think it’s very nice of him if he has. Why, he said that if he -went we should go too.” - -“Papa doesn’t care for operas.” - -“Oh! _I_ think he likes them well enough, really—only——” - -She stopped herself just in time, keeping back the word, the great word, -which might be thought, but never spoken, in the Van Arlen household. - -When the family came home that night Van Arlen was even more silent than -he had been at dinner, but his silence was a dull apathetic calm. The -ladies had enjoyed themselves “_awfully_”; their flushed cheeks and -dancing eyes spoke volumes for the effect of this unwonted gaiety. - -“Oh, papa, you _must_ go some time!” - -“Was it comic opera?” asked papa. - -“Oh, yes! indeed it was—awfully!” - -“Yes—but _really_ comic, _good_ comedy?” - -“Oh, yes, very good,” said mamma. - -Van Arlen’s position was too important for him to let himself be guided -by any chance person who chose to label an opera as comic. A thing must -really be what it is given out for. - -“I suppose you care nothing at all for tragedy, then?” remarked Prigson. - -“Well, not altogether that, but a tragedy must be _really_ tragic.” - -The conversation, of which some fragments are thus reported, will -scarcely make the reader long to hear the rest. The Van Arlens -consistently kept up their depreciation of sour grapes, to the great -delight of Prigson, who amused himself by defending all sorts of -paradoxes. But though the hands of the alabaster clock unchangeably -pointed to half-past one, it was getting late. Uncle Van Noost Prigson -prepared to take his leave, and Van Arlen made no great effort to detain -him. He thought his brother-in law a good fellow, and, under certain -circumstances, an indispensable person; to-day, however, Prigson -reminded him of so much that he would willingly have forgotten, that his -presence became well-nigh intolerable. He breathed more freely when -Prigson got up to go; and it was with a certain cheerfulness that he -remarked, as he looked out at the front door at the stars, “I see you’ve -a fine night.” - -“We’ll hope so,” said Prigson; “but now, business for a moment. I asked -you for something this morning—not for the sake of embarrassing you, but -of getting myself out of a hole. When can I have that money?” - -“Will to-morrow evening do?” asked Van Arlen, with a sigh of -thankfulness that it was no longer in his pocket. - -“Don’t let it be later than that—you know you’ve always told me I could -have it when I liked, otherwise I shouldn’t have asked at such a -moment.” - -“Oh, it’s no trouble to me!” said Van Arlen, though he was wondering all -the time where the money was to come from. - -“Now for my plan. I will guarantee that you get the money back three -days after the King has signed this concession—but then you will have to -work the Minister!” - -“I?” - -“No one is in a better position to do it; the business is honest enough, -but, like all business, it has a shady side to it: and the authorities -have a nasty way of seeing the black before the white. There _is_ some -black about it, I won’t deny; but if you can manage to show up the -white, we shall be that thousand guilders to the good.” - -“But I don’t see——” - -“No need you should, for the moment. Take the papers to your room, read -them, think over them, and, once more, three days after the granting of -the concession, your debt is no longer in existence.” - -“Prigson!” - -“Van Arlen!” - -“What you ask—can it be reconciled with an honest man’s conscience?” - -“What do you take me for, Van Arlen?” - -Van Arlen was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, “For a man who -wants to be rich.” - -“Quite right, my dear fellow, and you should do the same. With this -concession your fortune is made. You will have a situation with a salary -of ten thousand guilders.” And with a cheerful “Good-night,” Prigson -departed, while Van Arlen went up to his room. - -It was many hours before he rose from his chair. The sun was shining in -at the window, but he had no inclination to sleep; he had been absorbed -in the documents. He read from beginning to end, thought for a while, -folded them up, and muttered— - -“Heaven preserve me from it!” - -Thoughtfully he went to his office that morning. He could find no -solution to the Prigson question, and there was nothing to help him. - -He was summoned to the Minister’s presence, and found him -extraordinarily amiable—a bad sign. - -“Sit down, Mr Van Arlen, sit down,” said His Excellency. Van Arlen -obeyed. - -“Mr Van Arlen—it is possible I may be mistaken—but it seems to me as if, -just lately, you had shown—_passez-moi le mot_—less zeal for business -than I formerly thought was the case with you.” - -“Your Excellency, I was not aware that I had felt less zeal for my -duties than at any other time.” - -“Is there anything worrying you? Your health?” - -“It is excellent, thank you.” - -“Domestic trouble?—it might be indiscreet to inquire—but I take an -interest in all my subordinates. Is there perhaps any financial trouble? -Just tell me freely. Our salaries are not high, I know, but, if I am -rightly informed, you have some private means.” - -“At your Excellency’s service,” assented Van Arlen. - -“I thought so, otherwise we might have thought of offering you some -assistance in this respect. But as it is, I suppose the extent of your -work is such that it presses too heavily on one man; and so I have been -considering the feasibility of appointing one more official to my -department, subject to His Majesty’s approval of my nomination.” - -Van Arlen turned deathly pale; now he understood the Minister’s -friendliness, and the fate that lay before him; he understood also that -the first offer was by way of gilding the pill. He had refused the -gilding from pride, but had to swallow the pill all the same. - -“I assure your Excellency that I do not know what work could be -entrusted to such an official.” - -“That is quite a minor detail,” said His Excellency, naïvely. “However, -I wished to consult you first about the matter, and perhaps you will be -so kind as to have the proposal drawn up. Baron Regenstein is the person -meant.” - -“The son of your colleague?” - -“I believe so; but he is a man of great acquirements, whose help will be -extremely useful to you. I shall want the paper before two o’clock.” - -Van Arlen bowed and rose. - -“Oh, as to salary, we shall give him eighteen hundred guilders.” - -“Your Excellency will allow me to remark, that in that case you will -have exceeded the estimate for the department.” - -“Then we must see how we can manage with the smaller salaries. Didn’t -some one die a month or two back?” - -“Yes, an assistant secretary.” - -“Very good; and I just heard this morning that we’ve probably lost -another. Van Teuten left town quietly last night.” - -“Van Teuten!” exclaimed Van Arlen, in consternation. - -“Yes. Do you know anything in particular about him?” - -“He came and asked me for two hundred guilders yesterday.” - -“Well, why couldn’t you let him have an advance? or you might have sent -him to me; if necessary, we could have helped him by getting up a -collection. But you’re too busy to attend to such things; it’s a good -thing we’re going to have some extra help. Good-morning, Mr Van Arlen.” - -“That, too!” said Van Arlen, when he was back in his own room, and then -called out to the messenger that he could see no one. - -“A gentleman has been here; he said he would come back.” - -“Can’t see any one to-day.” - -“Mr Van Arlen!” said a voice, just as the door was closing. - -“Impossible, sir, the Minister is in a hurry.” - -The door was shut, and the voice—and all persons with whom it -subsequently came in contact—were aware that there was “something up,” -perhaps a reorganisation of the whole department.... So much only was -certain, that no one knew what it was but the Minister and Van Arlen, -which still further increased the latter’s importance. - -But the drawing up of a proposal for the appointment of a supernumerary -official was no joke. It was long since Van Arlen had such a ticklish -document in hand, and the only reason it seemed to him that he could -give was,—“Whereas it is our pleasure ... to supersede Van Arlen.” At -last, however, he found the way to do it. By noon the document was -ready, and one of the copying clerks, in whose discretion he placed -unlimited confidence, was sent for to prepare the mysterious paper for -its high destiny, in Van Arlen’s own room. At a quarter to two it was -fairly written out, and Van Arlen presented himself before the Minister, -who took the document, thanked him courteously, and glanced through it. - -“You have forgotten the date when the new appointment is to begin,—the -1st of the following month,” said His Excellency, in a tone which -clearly conveyed: “Really, Mr Van Arlen, your work is too much for you.” - -Van Arlen returned to his room with the paper in his hand, and found -Prigson at the door. - -“Good-morning, Van Arlen.” - -“Excuse me, Prigson; I haven’t a moment to spare.” - -“What is it now? Country in danger? What’s that document?” - -“Ministerial business.... Where is Mr Zuigman?” This to the messenger. - -“Gone away, sir.” - -“Tell him to come here immediately.” - -But after his highly important activity in his superior’s private room, -the copying clerk Zuigman had understood that he was in need of some -slight recreation, and, alleging a commission in town, he had gone off -for a stroll round the square. His immediate superior had given him -leave at once. One doesn’t refuse modest requests like that to a man -perceptibly high in Van Arlen’s favour. - -“What now?” said Van Arlen. “My head is going round. Zuigman must come -to my room the very first thing to-morrow morning.” - -“Can I help you, Van Arlen? What is it has to be done?” - -“Writing, man, writing!—a proposal addressed to the King that will have -to come before the Cabinet Council.... I don’t know what to do.” - -“Can’t you do it yourself?” - -“I!” said Van Arlen, in consternation. - -“Well, a good writing is not your strong point,” laughed Prigson, -“otherwise you never would have risen so high. The man with the worst -hand gets on best, because they can’t keep him on as a copying clerk. -Just give me a pen.” - -“But, Prigson, it’s a great document! strictly secret—no one is to know -anything about it!” - -“I’ll promise not to tell; let’s have a look.” And before Van Arlen -could prevent it, his brother-in-law had already glanced over the paper. - -“Heaven be good to us! a magnificent bargain!” - -“A bargain?” - -“Why, of course! Now-a-days it’s not their own sons that ministers help -forward; they do it for each other’s. Regenstein is to get this, and -your man’s son has just been put into a good thing by his father’s -colleague. Splendid exchange! Did you draw up the proposal?” - -“I have no time now, Prigson. Do be kind enough to let me alone.” - -Van Arlen rang the bell, and sent for one of the clerks. Van Teuten -entered. - -“Mr Van Teuten!” - -“Sir, I have—” - -“We’ll see to that presently. Sit down, Mr Van Teuten, and -write—here—recopy this page; but mind you put in the insertion! The -first time a document of mine has been disfigured by an insertion! My -head’s going!” - -Van Teuten wrote as he was told, and in a quarter of an hour the work -was finished. He perceived, with visible complacency, how much better -his writing was than that of his colleague. - -“Two different kinds of writing! Never yet happened with a document of -mine; and it’s got to go to the King and the Cabinet Council!” - -With these words Van Arlen rushed out of the room, leaving Prigson alone -with Van Teuten. - -“Can you copy decently?” asked Prigson. - -“I venture to say, sir, that there isn’t another hand like mine in this -department.” - -“What do you earn at this work, now?” - -“Six hundred guilders, sir. Mr Van Arlen has perhaps told you that I am -financially in circumstances of great difficulty.” - -“Well, it is indeed too little for a man who writes a hand like that; -but surely you’re out of all your troubles now?” - -“I?—I just wish I were!” - -“Why, a man who knows all about a secret document like this need not be -poor any longer than he likes.” - -“Secret, sir?” - -“Most particularly so,” said Prigson, turning away, while Van Teuten -considered with himself whether it could really be the case, and -whether, if so, he could profit by it. - -Van Arlen came back, thanked the copying clerk, and recommended him to -keep the matter secret. - -Prigson stole a glance at Van Teuten, who was now convinced of the truth -of his words. - -“Do you want anything, Mr Van Teuten?” asked Van Arlen, for the man -remained standing. - -“May I venture to remind you of my request yesterday, sir? Perhaps you -know that ... that I ... yesterday....” - -“Yes, I know—nothing takes place in this department without my -knowledge; but the Minister and I have agreed to take no notice of -such ill-considered action on the part of a member of this -department—provided, of course, it is never repeated.” - -“No, sir, I give you my word it shall not. Oh, if you had only known -what I felt this morning, when I thought of my wife and children -searching for me! I couldn’t stand it any longer, sir, and I came back.” - -“The wisest thing you could have done.” - -“But that does not save me! I have obtained two days’ respite; but after -that—I am hopelessly lost, if no help comes. If you will allow me, sir, -I will go before the court to-morrow.” - -“I’ll do better for you than that,—I’ll send a subscription list round -the office, and let you have the amount. His Excellency is sure to put -his name down too.” - -“And if there is any deficiency, I’ll make it up,” said Prigson. - -“Certainly a State secret,” thought Van Teuten, amazed and confused at -the turn matters had taken,—which he ascribed entirely to the secret. He -too was involved in it,—but, alas! he had read nothing, that was not his -habit. A good copying clerk never reads—he only writes. “To begin on -Aug. 1st,”—that was all he could remember. But it must be a secret of -the highest importance,—and the stranger who seemed to have the -principal share in the business was—yes, what could he be? Then he -remembered that Talm had spoken of an English millionaire, introduced by -him at the White Club, and somehow connected with Van Arlen;—but the -millionaire, according to Talm, knew not a word of Dutch—it was for that -very reason that Van Arlen had entrusted him to Talm’s guidance; and now -the secret document, and the unexpected help, and the change in his -fortunes—had Van Arlen, perhaps, been raised to the ministry?... - -Van Arlen and Prigson were left alone. - -“Did you look over my papers?” - -“Yes.” - -“And——?” - -“I don’t want to be in it; your business is not—not honest.” - -“What do you call honest, Van Arlen?” - -“Perhaps I expressed myself rather harshly—it is not what it seems to -be.” - -“_You_ say that?” sneered Prigson. “Come, Van Arlen, _that_ can be no -reason for you to dislike a thing. But we’ll grant that it is more -profitable for the contractor than for the State—that’s a matter of -course. Do you think we’re going to make the State presents, while the -Ministers put their sons into all the fat Government places? Just tell -me, on your conscience, Van Arlen, is that an honest business, that -appointment? I bet something you had a heap of trouble to give the thing -a decent appearance?” - -Van Arlen nodded. - -“Well, now, there’s a present of eighteen hundred guilders being made to -Regenstein. I suppose your Minister’s son is getting double that? And am -I to be fool enough not to get my share out of the ‘Widow Woman’ too? -Let’s be wise, and follow the good example set us.” - -Van Arlen was silent. - -“Shall I tell you something? The functionary now being smuggled in—for -whose coming you have been obliged to find the reasons—is really -appointed in order to oust you. He is to do your work, and you are to -become supernumerary, and then who knows how soon you’ll be pensioned -off?” - -“Then I shall fall honourably.” - -“Cold comfort that; it’s surely no dishonour to prevent the blow. Once -more, I’ll give you a receipt for that debt; I offer you a well-paid -position, and if the concern comes to smash—for that _might_ happen—I -will guarantee that you shall lose nothing.” - -“So you admit that the thing is not honest?” - -“My good Van Arlen, you’re the very type of infantile innocence. If it -were quite safe and certain to be profitable, I could do without your -help. One word more,—if you still refuse, Regenstein is a good friend of -mine; he gets his appointment on the first, and within a month from that -date I shall get what I want without applying to you. Just think over -that.” - -“Prigson, you are a tempter.” - -“Van Arlen, you are a fool.” - -“If it should come out that I have been playing a double game?” - -“If this Minister is still in office, just remind him of that -appointment; if there is another, you can lay the blame on his -predecessor, and the disorder occasioned by the unnecessary nomination -of new officials.” - -“But—I took an oath——” - -“And didn’t the Minister do so too? Come, shut up shop for to-day, and -come and dine with me.” - -“With you?” - -“Why not? Yesterday I was your guest, to-day you are mine. I am staying -at the Bellevue; but if there are too many princes there for your taste, -we’ll go and dine at the Badhuis restaurant.” - -“Impossible; I can’t leave the office till four. If you’ll believe me, -Prigson, I envy the clerks, who can take their hats and go whenever they -like.” - -“The burdens of greatness.... So you’re free at four, are you? Well, -I’ll drive round and fetch you.” - -Accordingly, at four, Prigson arrived in a cab, and conveyed not only -Van Arlen, but his wife and Leida, to the garden restaurant at -Scheveningen known as the Badhuis. They dined sumptuously, and did not -even refuse champagne. This was an unheard-of event in their lives—but -they were not paying the bill. - -After dinner, as they were sitting on the terrace, they perceived Mr -Talm. Mr Talm had on flesh-coloured kid gloves, and an eye-glass -prominently fixed in his left eye, the cord waving in the wind like the -web of a gigantic spider. Talm was quite presentable, and, being now of -opinion that the Van Arlens were presentable also, he accosted them, and -was honoured with an invitation to join their party. - -Madame thought it would be nice to walk up and down the terrace, and -Leida also showed herself pleased with the idea. Talm offered his -escort, and Prigson was once more alone with his brother-in-law. - -“The business is clinched now, isn’t it?” - -“No,” said Van Arlen, “I have been thinking it over, and I must abide by -my first answer.” - -“That’s a pity,” said Prigson—“a pity for you—for, as I said, the matter -will have to be got into shape without you; but I should have liked to -have you in it, because I’m heartily sorry for you. Just excuse me a -minute,” he went on, rising and signalling to a stranger, who was -casting sinister glances at the teacups—“it is my friend Valtoucourt, -one of the associate concessionaires.... I’m sorry, for I could have -introduced you to each other—in fact, I shall have to do it after -all,”—and Prigson, continuing in French, presented Baron de Valtoucourt -to his brother-in-law, for whom he invented a high-sounding title on the -spur of the moment. Van Arlen had never thought that his name would -sound so well in French. But French was not his forte, and now his -silence made him seem more solemn than ever; and he was convinced in his -soul that Baron Valtoucourt thought him the pivot of all the home and -foreign politics of Holland. Prigson did his best to strengthen this -hypothetical opinion. “You see, my dear fellow,” he said to the -stranger, “if Van Arlen is willing, he can do anything, but he is fond -of raising objections—_ce cher_ Van Arlen.” - -The stranger muttered, with amazing rapidity, a long French sentence, of -which Van Arlen could not seize a word. He therefore confined himself to -ejaculating now and then “_oui_” or “_peut-être_,” and at the close -wrapped himself in a diplomatic silence. His wife and Leida returned -with their cavalier; the stranger greeted them with a bow, as deep and -solemn as though he were announcing her death-sentence to the Queen of -Spain; he then bowed no less deeply to Talm, who, on his part, was not -to be outdone, and, deeply impressed by the high solemnity of the -occasion, made another low bow before Van Arlen. The latter, having -witnessed the performance three times, involuntarily saluted his -assistant secretary in a similar manner. - -It was, in fact, most impressively solemn. - -The stranger was a man who knew life, and could understand that a man -might fill a highly important position without being an accomplished -French scholar. He therefore slackened the flow of his words, and -assured them that he should consider it a great honour to have Van Arlen -as a director. - -“But,” said Van Arlen, “I never said that!” - -“_Si, si_,” said the stranger, “we understand one another perfectly;” -and then he pressed his hand and gave utterance to a friendly wish, -whereat Van Arlen (unwilling to acknowledge even to himself that he did -not understand) replied, “_Nous verrons_.” - -Next morning he sent for his wife and Leida to his own room, and -completely bewildered them, first by swearing them to secrecy with -regard to a conversation they had neither heard nor understood, and next -by completely losing his temper, when Leida innocently asked: “Why, -papa, you frighten me—one would think it was high treason!” He was so -violent that Leida went off into hysterics, the girls came up to see -what was the matter, and Van Arlen left for the office in a very bad -temper. - -He found that Prigson had been there, and was coming back at three -o’clock. - -The Minister not only refused to have anything to do with the -subscription list for Van Teuten, but hinted disapprobation of those who -had got it up; and let fall expressions which tortured Van Arlen all the -morning, making him wonder whether His Excellency had penetrated his -secret. At last Van Teuten came, and he was forced to acknowledge his -failure. The poor man, nearly in despair, was about to make a last -effort, and ask the Minister to become security for him, when Van Arlen -had a luminous idea. - -“I will——” he said. Van Teuten was overwhelming him with thanks and -blessings, when he interrupted him: - -“On these conditions I will become security. First, the money must be -here by two; secondly, you must borrow, not two hundred, but twelve -hundred; thirdly, the whole matter must be kept secret.” - -Van Teuten was ready to promise anything,—he would willingly have made -him a present of his soul into the bargain. Not long afterwards a former -Government clerk, who was now “in business on his own account,” was -admitted to Van Arlen’s private room. The money-lender was inclined to -make objections—twelve hundred guilders was a large sum for a clerk -whose income only amounted to the half of that sum. - -“If I don’t raise that difficulty,” said Van Arlen indifferently, “I see -no reason why you should.” - -“Yes, you see—but you are mortal like the rest of us; you might have to -retire, or be put on half-pay—excuse my suggesting such things, but -they’re all possible.” - -“You’re not lending money to me, but to Mr Van Teuten; if anything of -the sort were to happen, he would find you a new security.” - -At last the matter was settled, at an interest of seven and a half per -cent. The money-lender produced the twelve hundred guilders, and carried -off the bill, duly stamped, and signed by Van Arlen and Van Teuten. - -When the man with the handwriting was once more alone with his chief, -the latter said, “Two hundred guilders are all you want for the present; -I’ll keep the rest for you, in case you should get into difficulties -again. Never mind about the interest—I’ll pay that.” - -Van Teuten was fairly dazzled by such liberality. There must be -something behind it—probably the State secret. - -The news went like wildfire through the department how that unlucky -devil of a Van Teuten had been set on his legs again by Van Arlen! -Zuigman knew what to think of it—_he_ had seen documents; but he never -spoke, and that his colleagues knew right well. - -Talm, too, had his say on the subject,—Talm, who had introduced the -millionaire, and had, yesterday evening, walked on the terrace at -Scheveningen arm in arm with his chief’s wife. Further and further -spread the fire, and every one made his conjectures. Van Teuten’s rescue -remained the great event of the day. - -It struck three, when Prigson was announced. Van Arlen was deep in his -work. - -“What zeal! But of course you want to leave the books in good order when -you go!” - -“I’m not thinking of going, Prigson.” - -“What do you say? And our agreement?” - -“I have made no definite agreement; but, in so far as I have made any -promise to join you, I withdraw it.” - -“What the deuce! Van Arlen, aren’t you right in your head?” - -“On the contrary, I have come to my senses. When one has been an honest -man for thirty years, Prigson, one is thoroughly in love with honesty.” - -“Especially the way it is appreciated! The reward of all your honesty -will be, that you fall from the tree, like an over-ripe fruit, and lie -there till somebody treads you flat.” - -“Better so than trample on one’s self.” - -“That is a gymnastic feat I would rather leave to a Münchausen. But -you’re mad, Van Arlen—the matter is getting into shape after all.” - -“Do you think so?” Van Arlen stood up, and looked his brother-in-law -straight in the face. “Do you think I would ever allow it?” - -“My good friend, you won’t be asked. Regenstein is going to negotiate -the business.” - -“Then I’ll inform the Minister. The supernumerary will be on his guard.” - -“Like the dying gladiator—_moriturus salutat_—it’s heroic, but comic -too. I’d be more sensible, if I were you, Van Arlen.” - -“Prigson, when I came here this morning, with the feeling that I had -broken my oath and betrayed my country.... Oh! I couldn’t stay here a -day—I couldn’t live—I should lay hands on myself.” - -“Treason—perjury—you do choose such fine words! and the real point is, -whether you’re going to depart from an old habit or not. Believe me, -you’re the slave of habit.” - -“I prefer to remain so.” - -Prigson looked at him, and saw that his mind was made up. But he had one -resource left, “Well, I suppose you’re your own master, and can do as -you like.... But I’m sorry—I shall have to remind you of what I asked -you for the other day.” - -Van Arlen put his hand in his breast-pocket, and laid a small parcel on -the table before Prigson, “Will you kindly see if that’s all right?” he -said. - -Prigson was disappointed. He did not need the money—in fact, Van Arlen’s -utter inability to pay would have been worth another thousand guilders -to him. - -“I suppose it’s all right,” he said, glancing over the notes. “There, -Van Arlen,” he said, with a sudden change of tone, and a quaver in his -voice, “give me your hand, old fellow! you’re better than most men. -Good-bye! Stay as you are!” - -He left the room, and Van Arlen, finding himself alone, felt like a man -saved from shipwreck. - -It is some weeks after the first of August. The new official has long -been installed, and the Minister does nothing without consulting him. -Everything passes through Mr Regenstein’s hands. - -It is Sunday afternoon. On Sunday afternoons, as a rule, it is too hot -for a walk; or, if not too hot, it is too cold. If neither too hot nor -too cold, it most likely threatens rain; and if none of these three -atmospheric conditions prevails,—well, formerly Van Arlen always had -urgent work to do. This Sunday, however, he is quite at leisure, and the -weather is perfect, but—it is the anniversary of Aunt Cornelia’s death. - -Van Arlen looks over the blinds at the passers-by, most of whom are on -their way to the Bosch. Here and there a quietly dressed lady, with a -Bible in her hand, threads her way through the throng. - -“I think I’ll go to afternoon church,” says Caroline. “Will you come, -Frederica?” - -“Oh, yes, Caroline,” answers Frederica, with a little sigh, and they go. - -Leida and Hendrika made a slight grimace. - -“Papa really might go out for a walk with us.” - -“Oh, fie! girls!” said their mother, “that would not be at all proper on -a day like this.” - -“Couldn’t we keep the day just as well to-morrow, mamma?” asked Leida -simply. “I don’t see why we should have to keep it up for twenty years; -I’m quite sure that Uncle Van Noost Prigson himself doesn’t remember it -now.” - -The name made Van Arlen look up. - -“Oh, papa—have you heard anything more about the situation uncle was -talking about at dinner that day?” asked Marie. - -“That’s all come to nothing, dear child; I have been talking it over, -but they say they can’t do without me at the office.” - -“But, papa,” asked Hortense, “if they can’t do without you, how does it -happen that you have less to do than you had?” - -“Does the importance of a position lie in the mere amount of work?” -asked Van Arlen, with dignity. - -“Papa has this secret business now, you see,” said his wife, anxious to -help him out—she was looking straight before her. “This business is, by -itself, of tremendous importance.” - -“Is that since Uncle Prigson was here?” asked Leida, going up to her -father, and laying her arm over his shoulder. “You’re not angry with me -any more, are you, papa?—you know—since that morning?” - -Van Arlen bent down to his daughter and kissed her on the forehead. “No, -little girl,—I can’t be angry with you.” - -“But you never travel now, papa. Has that part of your work been taken -away? That’s stupid!” - -“The travelling has come to an end,” said Van Arlen thoughtfully,—“come -to an end for good and all.” - -The item “Travelling expenses,” in the Van Arlen budget, was now -replaced by another, which was, “Instalments and interest on debt.” - -“That’s a pity,” said Caroline, “because now you can never take two of -us with you, as you promised to do long ago.” - -“That plan has come to nothing too, child. Besides, I’m getting old.” - -“Oh, papa!—you old! that’s the first we’ve heard of it. It must be since -you gave up your glass of wine at dinner.” - -“Papa has to keep his head clear, you see,” said Mrs Van Arlen. “That’s -the penalty of greatness, girls!” - -She was silent, and they all followed suit. No one had anything more to -say. If only a caller would come!—but since papa had entered on his -important position as supernumerary in the office, callers had been -scarce. So the dull Sunday wore away. The two eldest girls came home -from church; the dinner hour drew near, and, still in silence, the Van -Arlens took their places round the big table, on which a soup tureen was -the only dish visible. It does not take long to eat soup, and the -dessert, as usual, remained untouched. Already Leentje had stuck her -shining Sunday face, and her hat with the flowers in it, through a crack -of the door, to give notice of her departure—for it was her day out, and -“it suited.” The family were still seated round the table. Why should -they rise?—the evening was long enough. Suddenly, however, they were -startled out of their inertia by the front door bell. Leida went to -answer it, and immediately returned with Van Noost Prigson. Van Arlen -felt himself turn pale—was he to be tempted again? - -His wife, too, was seized with panic—supposing Prigson had not dined! -Fortunately, he set her mind at ease forthwith. - -“I left the dinner-table before dessert, fearing that otherwise I should -not find you at home. I suppose you’re going to Scheveningen?” - -“No; it’s rather too crowded for me at the Badhuis on Sundays,” said Van -Arlen, feeling that it would not quite do to allege to the widower the -anniversary of his wife’s death as their reason for remaining at home. - -“Crowded! The father of seven daughters ought simply to revel in crowds. -What do you say, nieces?” - -The nieces had no opinion to offer on that point. - -“Really, Van Arlen,” Prigson went on, throwing himself back in his -chair, and surveying the seven girls, one by one, with a well-pleased -expression,—“really, my dear fellow, you ought not to stay at home on -Sunday evenings! At any rate you should send your daughters to church.” - -The younger ones looked mischievously at Caroline and Frederica. - -“It has always struck me as strange, Van Arlen, that there are so many -old maids at the Hague. What in the world is the cause of that?” - -“Because the girls are rather hard to please, uncle,” said Leida. - -“Oh, that’s the reason, is it?” said Prigson, with an air of simple -faith. “I’m sorry to hear it—I’ve just come to look for a wife at the -Hague.” - -“For Cousin Cornelius, uncle?” asked Leida. “I suppose he’s about twenty -now, isn’t he?” - -“Good for nothing, girl! And have you heard, Van Arlen?” he continued, -turning to his brother-in-law. - -“What?” asked the latter. - -“Oh! you know well enough,—you’re only pretending, because you want to -make out it’s a State secret.” - -“On my word, as an honest man——” - -“That’s worth something, as we know. So you haven’t heard? Next week -your Minister’s going to resign.” - -“Prigson!” - -“The day before yesterday, it was brought before the Cabinet Council, -and His Majesty made as little difficulty over the matter as I should -have done. He’ll get the Grand Cross now, and perhaps be Minister of -State—but _you’ll_ be rid of him!” - -Van Arlen sat looking at his brother-in-law, without moving a muscle of -his face, and the girls felt convinced that papa knew just as much about -the business as Prigson. - -“And the best of it all is, that your friend Regenstein has been doing -his level best to pull His Excellency down! Well—reap as you’ve sown!” - -“Prigson, we’re not alone here.” - -“I see no earthly reason why your wife and daughters may not know it. I -hate these mysteries. They may shout the whole thing from the housetops, -for all I care.” - -“But think of my position!” - -“It will be greatly improved, Van Arlen. Regenstein has made his own -terms, like a sensible man; but I’ll tell you about that later. As soon -as I heard that His Excellency was going to close his portfolio, I came -to the Hague at once; last night I had a talk with him, and now my -business is done. The Minister wasn’t of the same mind as a certain -fellow I know, when _he_ found himself set aside.” - -“But, Prigson!” - -“All men are not equally conscientious, my dear man. His Excellency had -too much common sense to make difficulties,—but that’s not to the point. -Enough that the matter’s settled! By Jove, but I’m sick of it! To -Amsterdam yesterday—to Rotterdam this morning—but now I’m going to get -some rest!” - -Van Arlen shook his head doubtfully over such lack of principle. - -“And are you remaining in town some days?” asked Madame, with -distinction. - -“That depends, Hortense. I’ve told you what I came for.” - -“Uncle is sorry for the Hague ladies,” said Leida. “But remember, uncle, -they’re very hard to please.” - -“I think I shall have to run off with one. What would you do, Van Arlen, -if a fellow ran off with one of your daughters?” - -“Prigson, my daughters are far too well brought up, ever to be exposed -to the danger of such a thing.” - -“But supposing a man comes and proposes in due form?” - -“I think it’s going to rain,” said Marie. - -“Dear me! isn’t that picture hanging all on one side,” exclaimed -Hendriek, at the same moment. - -“Mamma, have you noticed that the edge of the tablecloth is all ravelled -out here?” asked Hortense. - -Frederica rose to pick up her napkin, which she had dropped. - -“Shall we have tea in the front or back room, mamma?” asked Antoinette, -whose turn it was to see to the housekeeping this week; and they rose, -followed by Caroline, who went over to mamma, to whisper a very -confidential communication with regard to a ribbon in the latter’s cap. -Leida was lighting a spill for papa. “You might as well ask, uncle, what -is the amount of the dowry papa is going to give us,” she said, handing -Uncle Prigson a light at the same time. - -“Pretty girls need no dowry,” answered Prigson. - -“Thanks for the compliment to your nieces,” said Leida, with a roguish -curtsey, as she left the room. - -Prigson and Van Arlen were once more alone. - -“Prigson,” said the official, “I must repeat to you candidly what I have -already told you—you’re not playing a fair game.” - -“Do you think I want to turn your daughters’ heads?” - -“I didn’t mean that—your enterprise, which now seems about to succeed——” - -“Say, which _is_ going to succeed; but let that matter rest just now.” - -“Surely you have a conscience, Prigson?” - -“An amazingly big one, Van Arlen; and, between ourselves, I think it’s -made of some elastic substance, most likely of the same material as your -Minister’s and your friend Regenstein’s.” - -“Prigson! Prigson! a time will come——” - -“Dear me! Van Arlen, what a platitude!” - -“You’re scoffing, Prigson; but listen, you set store by the respect of -your fellow-creatures—mine, for instance; you told me once that I was -better than many men.” - -“Well remembered; but have I forfeited that respect?” - -“Not quite, yet—but still——” - -“The greater part? Good. Now the proof of the sum; Van Arlen, I want to -ask you for the hand of your daughter.”[37] - -“Prigson, do remember that we are discussing serious matters.” - -“But, Van Arlen, I’m speaking as seriously as I ever did in my life. -Your Leida is a nice, pleasant, merry girl, with a good heart, -and—excuse my having seen a little deeper into your domestic economy -than perhaps you like—Leida knows how to keep house.” - -“Your age!” - -“Do you reckon by the heart or the head?” - -“You might be her father!” - -“If I had six more daughters, like you, I wouldn’t envy their position. -I don’t understand, Van Arlen, why you should make any difficulty about -it; a father of seven girls ought surely to be glad enough to get rid of -one of them.” - -“You forget that a daughter’s marriage involves expenses too heavy for a -household like mine.” - -“I will bear the cost of everything.” - -Van Arlen was silent, and reflected. He had just been calling Prigson a -dishonest man,—was he going to give him his daughter? Could he answer -for such a step to his own conscience?... But it was a good match after -all ... and then ... seven daughters! And the outfit! But perhaps that -was only a nominal present after all ...; perhaps Prigson only meant to -reckon it as cancelling the money still due to him. - -“Our debt—” he began. - -“Cancelled on the wedding-day.” - -The prospect was, in truth, a seductive one; but how could he give his -daughter to a man without a conscience? Suddenly there occurred to him a -way of escape, which united in itself all possible advantages. - -“Prigson, with me everything must give way to my children’s happiness; I -have never forced any of them into a marriage” (in fact, the opportunity -had never offered), “and I would not attempt to prevent a union which——” - -Van Arlen paused—Prigson waited. - -“Which may, perhaps, lead to your happiness—even your higher happiness, -Prigson. The influence over you may have the power to inspire you with -better feelings, with—let me speak plainly—more moral principles.” - -It was an inspiration of the moment,—but Van Arlen, by this time, was -quite convinced that it was his principal motive in consenting. - -“Will you let us hope so, Van Arlen?” - -“But——” - -“Well?” - -“Would not Caroline, who is nearer your own age——” - -“I am convinced that Leida’s influence will act on me more powerfully,” -said Prigson, humbly. “What do you think of taking a drive out to the -baths now? I shall have a better chance of getting a few words with -Leida than here, where there are always six more of them sitting -sorrowing that the offer was not for them.” - -“I do not think my daughters would take that view of each other’s -happiness.” - -“Come! we’re getting on!—you call it happiness, do you? Will you have a -fly ordered?” - -“The nearest driver is a Roman Catholic.” - -“No, of course he must not drive us; that would begin to play the -mischief with the moral principles at once. I’ll go and find a Calvinist -cabman.” - -That same evening Leida called her uncle by his first name; and in two -months’ time the Van Arlens were giving a ball in honour of the -engagement,—a thing they had never done before,—with Prigson’s money. -Talm appeared at this festivity; and the man with the handwriting, who -was accustomed to amuse his leisure hours with the clarionet (purely for -the love of art, of course), also assisted—at a distance. He told his -friends next morning that he had been one of the invited guests, and -that Mr Talm would probably get a good piece of promotion before long, -for he had been dancing all the evening with one and the same Miss Van -Arlen—who, moreover, gave him her bouquet when he left! - -The ball had important consequences, moreover, for five more of the -Van Arlen girls; and the old man now lives on his pension, with his -wife and eldest daughter. He often calls to mind his important -position,—especially the time when he was entrusted with such very, -very confidential business, of which no one knew anything at the time, -and no one knows anything to this day. - - GERARD KELLER. - - - - - _ROUGH DRAFT OF A NEW SET OF REGULATIONS._ - - - FOR THE BENEFIT OF SERVANTS AND THEIR EMPLOYERS. - -The milkman must be made to understand that it will not do to ring -people out of their beds at seven in the morning, and make them catch -cold at the front door. - -Pianos are not to be locked by the family after using; the servants -would like a little music now and then. - -The master and mistress must consult the servants before subscribing to -newspapers and magazines. The foolish choice that is often made in this -respect is very trying to the feelings of the latter. - -Another practice that cannot be too strongly reprobated, is that of -carrying off books and magazines from the circulating library to -people’s bedrooms before the servants have read them. - -Madame and the daughters of the house should always knock properly -before entering the kitchen. - -When visiting the servants’ own rooms, they should always send some one -up to announce them first. - -When the housemaid is sent to order a cab, it by no means follows that -she is to tell the cabman to drive her home by the shortest way. - -If the master and mistress are medically attended by a Professor, it -will not do to let the servants be treated by an ordinary doctor. - -Stale bread will no longer be eaten. - -When a serious misfortune is impending—_e.g._, a bankruptcy or the -like—the servants ought always to be warned in time. - -If the family have a box at the theatre or the opera, the servants -should have the full use of it. - -The family should not speak French at table while the maid is in the -room, unless it has been previously ascertained that she understands -that language. - -Tips ought to be compounded for, just as much as tithes. - - _Uilenspiegel._ - - - - - _THE STORY OF A BOUQUET._ - - -Alfred possessed two qualities common to many young men besides -himself,—he was in love, and he had very little money. - -His condition was therefore a sad one; but he cherished the hope that -the lovely Clara would not only make a good wife, but also put an end to -all his pecuniary embarrassments. So he neglected nothing that he -thought might please her. - -Every one knows that homage when offered in the shape of flowers is, as -a rule, well pleasing to ladies. But, unhappily, the world is at present -so prosaically constituted, that even the perfumed children of Flora are -not to be had except for money,—and this point constituted, as we have -already seen, the Achilles sinew of our enamoured here. - -Day and night his thoughts were occupied with this difficulty, and, when -it did not keep him awake, his sleep was filled with uncomfortable -dreams. - -After one of these weary nights, another bright morning had dawned,—the -larks were singing, the roses were in bloom, and Alfred was busy -cleaning his pipe. - -In the midst of this poetic occupation, he was suddenly inspired with a -practical idea. He sketched out a plan which would have done no -discredit to the most finished diplomatist, and executed it with an -energy worthy of a worse cause. - -He had been accustomed to sell his cast-off garments to a humble citizen -of much experience in retail trading; and, considering the man’s -astuteness and eloquence, he had often been seized by a suspicion that -he (Alfred) had not got the best of the bargain. - -This must be put an end to. He broke off his commercial relations with -the experienced dealer, and concluded a treaty with a nursery-gardener’s -boy, to whom he presented his worn-out clothes; in return for which the -boy engaged to gather him a bouquet, from time to time, late in the -evening, and bring it to him with the necessary discretion. - -This plan answered well enough for a time. The boy brought the flowers, -and received in return, gifts of equal value,—a hat, adorned with dints -like a Homeric shield; a waistcoat, wofully stained down the front; and -a coat, whose collar shone like a meteor; and furthermore, a pair of -shoes, on which the cobbler’s art could no further go. - -On the morning of a bright summer day, the gardener’s boy, being unable -to come in person, sent up by another hand a magnificent bouquet of -roses, which Alfred, without loss of time, despatched to his adored -Clara. - -Full of joyous hope, and sure of a friendly welcome, he sped the same -evening to the house of his chosen one, but found, to his great -disappointment, that he was received with decided coolness. - -“You sent me a note this morning,” began Clara, after an awkward pause. - -“A note?” he asked, in astonishment; “I?” - -“Yes, with the flowers—” - -[Illustration: - - “YES, WITH THE FLOWERS—” -] - -“Yes, I did send some flowers—roses——” - -“Into which this note was stuck,” went on Clara, freezingly. “Here it -is—do you deny having sent it?” - -And she handed the miserable man a piece of paper, on which he read, to -his consternation— - -“_Don’t forget the old boots you said you would give me last week._” - - _Uilenspiegel._ - -[Illustration: - - “TO HOLD UP FOR THE KISS.” -] - - - - - _UNBIDDEN GUESTS._ - - - I. - -Notary van Elst generally comes home from his office about five in the -afternoon, and his return to the bosom of his family is a pretty sight. - -The Van Elsts’ neighbour,—unsociable old bachelor that he was,—noticing -how eagerly this return was watched for every afternoon and greeted with -joyful acclamation, had a way of turning away his head, and muttering -crossly, “I might have known that sort of thing too, if only——” - -In the _bendy_[38] sent to fetch Van Elst, the curly head of his eldest -child was always to be seen; Nonnie and little Ada were always watching -for him on the verandah steps when he drove up; and no sooner did the -wheels crunch over the gravel than a pretty little wife would come -flying out with the brightest, pleasantest face imaginable, which she -never forgot to hold up for the kiss which was always forthcoming, -unless the children interfered, clinging about him as they did, and -clamouring for attention. - -Then came an interval of peace. Papa went to dress, and mamma sent the -little ones out for a walk; and when the old bachelor returned to his -verandah,—having been away for his bath meanwhile,—he would see his -gentle little neighbour seated at the tea-tray as placidly as if she had -not been busy the whole day running here and there,—now urging a -perverse “boy” to work, now disposing of a contumacious pedlar or -unreasonable _lengànan_,[39] or, most frequent occupation of all, flying -to soothe the children in the countless infantine woes and accidents -which were always occurring. - -[Illustration: - - “WHEN THE OLD BACHELOR RETURNED TO HIS VERANDAH.” -] - -It really _was_, and not merely in the old bachelor’s fancy, a pretty -sight. - -The wife got all the newspapers and letters, and the master of the house -innumerable cups of tea. He would retail all the items of news,—she, the -children’s pretty sayings and doings; and if she felt a craving to -unburden herself of domestic grievances, she found him ready to listen, -as far as appearances went, at least. - -“Is there no news to-day?” she asks, when the little disturbers of the -peace have been sent out, and her husband throws himself back -luxuriously in his lounging-chair. - -“Oh! yes, a great piece of news. Just guess.” - -“Oh! come; do tell me. You know I hate guessing.” - -“Well, then, a letter from our cousins the Martendijks. Where on earth -did I put it? Oh! here it is in my coat pocket. Well, there’s not much -in it, except that they ask if we will have them on a visit.” - -“The _Martendijks_!” Jo exclaims, her face lengthening. But immediately -she recollects that they are relations of her husband’s; and as this is -rather a sore point with him, she hastens to add: “What do _you_ say to -it, Max?” - -“Well, you see,” answers Max, “I have been wondering whether we should -not write that you are not yet strong enough for visitors.” - -Jo does not indeed look strong, with her fitful colour, and that languid -droop of the eyelids, but, like most mothers of a family who know how -ill they can be spared, she is loath to allow that she is not robust, -and does her best to persuade herself and every one else that, once she -has got over this or that, she will be perfectly strong. - -“No; you must not do that. We can’t let them stay on at that hot -Soeka-Manies, especially with the bad season coming on. When do they -propose to come?” - -“On the 5th.” - -“Good gracious! the day after to-morrow! And I have to put clean -curtains on the beds! They might have given us longer notice, I think. -Surely Emily knows as well as I do that there are always some -arrangements to make in a busy household.” - -“Then am I to write that they are welcome?” - -“Yes; we can’t well do anything else. Another cup of tea, dear?” - -Here follows a pause. Mr Van Elst puffs away contentedly at his cigar, -while his wife begins to fidget a little. At last, laying her hand on -her husband’s, she says, hesitatingly, “Do you know why their coming is -not very convenient just now, dear boy? the _godown_ is nearly empty.” - -“Empty _again_? My dear Jo, what on earth becomes of the things?” - -And as if this remark—a favourite one with married men, and generally as -unjust as it is senseless—were not enough, he continues, in an aggrieved -tone: “Good gracious, child! it is not three months since I ordered in a -whole supply. Are the four boxes of wine finished? And all those tinned -things? And all the casks of butter?” - -“No, not yet. If no visitors were coming, we could easily hold out for -another month; but you absolutely must order in a new supply now.” - -“A new supply! And the beer not paid for yet at the bazaar! It’s all -very well for you to talk, but you forget it’s easier to order than to -pay.” - -“Oh, Max! how can you speak so?” was Jo’s only answer. She might, if she -chose, have retorted that it was he who drank so much wine,—though -certainly _she_ required the stimulant more than he did,—that the tins -were rarely opened except on the numerous occasions when he brought home -friends to dinner, and that it was he who grumbled if the dinner ever -chanced to be a little scrimp. But she made no remark, and merely turned -a piteous little face to her husband, which resulted in his immediately -exclaiming: “Well, dear! don’t worry about it.” And then he continued, -impelled to vent his wrath on something,—“But living is so confoundedly -dear here, that a fellow is at his wits’ end to know what to do. And -then come visitors to ruin you altogether.... They asked for an answer -by wire,” he added, after a pause. - -“Well, it does cost a good deal of money,” said Jo; “but, oh dear! if it -is to please them!—” - -When the morning of the 5th came, the Van Elsts’ neighbour over the way -congratulated himself on his single blessedness, remarking to his dog, -“That’s what comes of getting married.” He relented after a little, -however, when his cup of coffee had put him in a somewhat better humour, -and added: “After all, Van Elst is not so much more tied than I am. It -isn’t often he’s interfered with. It’s a marvel how that woman always -finds time for everything.” - -To-day, however, Mrs Van Elst found it rather difficult to fit in -everything. She was dreadfully busy; and, as might be expected, lost her -temper a little, got cross with the “boys,” gave Nonnie a push, and Max -a sharp answer, and then was stung with remorse, and said, resentfully, -“that she could not understand why Cousin Martendijk had not written -sooner; it was such short notice,—such a nuisance!” - -It was indeed. For when Van Elst came home at mid-day, and she met him -with the query if everything did not look nice? he saw by her flushed -cheeks, and the dark rings under her eyes, that she had over-exerted -herself. - -“Yes, very nice indeed; but you have been doing far too much again,” he -said, reproachfully. “Do take a rest now,” he added, pouring her out a -glass of port. - -“Thanks, dear; but I must go and dress first.” - -“Yes, yes, presently,” he said, as he seated himself beside her on the -couch, holding her back as she struggled to free herself, and then -resorting to endearments and caresses which he well knew would retard -her escape. - -Presently a carriage drove up to the door. Jo sprang up in dismay, and -made a bold attempt at flight; but she was caught in the act, and found -herself face to face with the Martendijks! Very smart did Mrs Martendijk -look in her white gown, flounced and embroidered; and Jo became -painfully conscious of her own dishevelled hair, her soiled and crumpled -_kabaja_, and old faded _sarong_[40]. - -“My wife was just going to dress,” remarked Van Elst, aware of her -embarrassment; “we did not expect you before two o’clock.” - -“Yes, so we wrote; but we changed our plans. It would have made us so -late for luncheon, and that does not suit my complaint, you see,” said -Martendijk. - -“If you had sent me word, I’d have made a point of being ready,” said -Jo. - -“Well, of course, I had not time to think of that with all the bustle of -starting. How d’ye do, Njo?”[41] - -Now the reader must know that Njo, to whom Mrs Martendijk addressed this -remark, was the Van Elsts’ pride and joy. They had two dear little girls -besides—very fine children, too,—but Njo; their Njo! when _he_ came into -the room, the father’s and mother’s eyes wandered involuntarily in his -direction, and instinctively they would pause in their conversation to -allow their visitors an opportunity of expressing their admiration, and -their amazement, over “_Such_ a fine little fellow! Such a _huge_ -child!” - -“Our Njo” looked perfectly charming to-day. Mamma had brushed the pretty -brown curls herself, to do him justice in the eyes of her husband’s -relations; and it was with his most roguish expression, and his usual -winning manner, that he held up his little face with a merry laugh for -the new aunt to kiss. And Aunt said nothing but “How d’ye do, Njo?” - -Max glanced at his wife; but she replied by a sign which was meant to -convey some such remark: “You can’t blame her for it; she doesn’t -understand children,” and that checked Max’s rising resentment. - -All this time the poor hostess was sitting very ill at ease; she kept up -the conversation for a few minutes, and then asked if her cousin would -not like to be shown to her room. - -But Mrs Martendijk preferred to drink a glass of port first, so Jo had -to remain sitting in the _kabaja_ and _sarong_, which seemed to her more -soiled and faded every moment. - - - II. - -It was doubly annoying to the dainty little hostess to be surprised in -such slovenly attire, because this was her first introduction to the -Martendijks, and she had set her heart on making a good impression on -them. - -Though Emily and Johanna now met for the first time, their husbands were -cousins and old acquaintances. Van Elst had been under some obligation -to Martendijk’s father; and although he had not much in common with his -cousin, he had always remained on friendly terms with him, in -acknowledgment of his uncle’s past kindness. - -They had both gone abroad at the same time, and after the lapse of ten -years they thus met again, both married—the one managing partner in a -sugar factory, the other notary in a prosperous place in the eastern -province of Java. - -There was no resemblance, not even a trace of family likeness, between -the cousins. - -Max was a strongly built man of middle height, broad-shouldered, and -remarkably robust, with clear blue eyes, fresh colour, a full beard, and -a laughing mouth; while Piet Martendijk was one of those long lean men -whose appearance suggests that they have not been over fed in their -young days, with scanty whiskers and hair, a long neck, and alarmingly -thin legs; his complexion was sallow, his eyes lack-lustre, and his lips -without a smile, which made some ladies pronounce him interesting, -others distinguished, and men declare it a sin that he should have such -a fine-looking wife. - -She _was_ a good-looking woman, with her handsome and graceful figure, -her regular features, her luxuriant mass of dark hair, and her tasteful -dress. But, after a few days’ acquaintance, one found oneself wondering -curiously if there was nothing could call forth a change in the -expression of her eyes,—so cool was their gaze, and so indifferent, that -a warm heart involuntarily shrank before them. Impassive faces of that -sort have sometimes a certain fascination,—one is ready to imagine that -the well-controlled features mask some deeply hidden sorrow, some tragic -secret, that there is warm blood in the pale cheeks, and a passionate -heart beating in the seemingly placid bosom. But Mrs Martendijk’s whole -personality was so insignificant, her talk so trifling, and her smile so -cold, that it would have been difficult for the most romantically -inclined to find her interesting; and for the Van Elsts it was -absolutely impossible, as they knew her whole history. - -A most commonplace one it was. The eldest daughter of a man who had made -his money in the cheese trade, she had known Martendijk for years -without thinking of a tenderer relationship, and had got engaged to him -by correspondence, after he had been some time in the Indies, and the -idea suddenly occurred to him of winning her as his wife. As soon as the -old cheesemonger had made satisfactory inquiries into the prospects of -the sugar trade, all arrangements had been completed by letter, and she -had “come out.” - -[Illustration: - - “ONE OF THOSE LONG THIN MEN.” -] - -It was a childless marriage. Both professed themselves highly satisfied -with this state of matters,—an assertion which usually suggests the old -story of the fox and the grapes, but which might gain credence in this -case considering the peculiar tastes and dispositions of the couple. - -Fresh from her toilet, in her dainty white _kabaja_, with the faintest -touch of colour lending a downy softness to her pretty little face, Mrs -Van Elst stood in the verandah awaiting her guests. - -With the self-complacency of an active housewife she let her eye rove -over the tempting table, to the sideboard with its sparkling crystal, -and to the side-table where the dishes stood ready to be handed round. -“What a shame to let everything get cold,” she said to herself, greeting -Max as he entered with the query if the “boy” had not announced -luncheon. - -“Yes, and I have called them myself too,” says Max, a little crossly, -for he loves to have the curry served hot, “but they don’t seem to be -ready yet. How splendid it looks,” he continues, and, with a furtive -glance round to make sure that the children are out of the way, he helps -himself from one of the dishes to a leg of roast fowl. He has abundant -time to pick the bone leisurely before the guests appear, with the -immediate request from Emily that the door may be closed. - -“Oh, cousin,” Max exclaims, “it will be so frightfully stuffy here!” - -“Yes, but there’s such a draught just now; and that’s so dangerous for -Piet’s complaint, you see. So—if you don’t mind?” - -They seat themselves, and the “boys” begin to wait. Jo is glad to see -that the cook has exerted herself to the very utmost, and throws a -contented little nod across to her husband, as much as to say, “Now, -haven’t you a clever little wife?” to which he replies convincingly by -helping himself very liberally from the various dishes. - -All at once Jo discovers that Cousin Martendijk is eating away at _dry -rice_! - -“Won’t you have some curry?” she asks; “or perhaps you would rather——” - -“No, thank you, cousin, I often eat my rice dry.” - -“Do have a little piece of fricassee, then!” she exclaims in dismay, as -he lets even that indispensable dish pass. - -“No, it’s so dangerous to eat fricassee. You never know what it’s made -of. And when one is a martyr to indigestion——” - -“Oh, come,” Max exclaims impatiently, “you don’t need to be afraid of -anything of that kind here. Jo always makes the fricassee herself, and -most delicious it is, I assure you.” - -“Well, a small piece then.” - -Mrs Martendijk ate very little also; and Jo could not help noticing how -Cousin Martendijk, who was rather shortsighted, gave a disdainful sniff -every now and then at one or other of the dishes, and how his wife, -without even honouring them with a glance, sent away one after another -with a brief but decisive “_tida_.”[42] - -My gentle readers will admit that this was a very trying experience for -a hostess. Jo begins all at once to doubt her own domestic capabilities, -and the painful conviction grows upon her that the fowl must be very -tough, and the fish not fresh, and that there is a want of variety. A -sort of dumb rage at the cook gradually takes possession of her,—she has -such a trick of making the _sambalans_ too hot; and she casts a -vindictive glance at the “boy” when he forgets to hand round the -pickles. And when the pickles are likewise smelt, and examined, and -declined, she feels her face blaze, and her appetite vanish, and a wild -longing comes over her for the moment when she can give the signal to -rise from table. - -“My dear cousin,” began Emily the next morning, following Jo into the -store-room, where she was busy giving out provisions, “I think you were -rather hurt at our eating so little yesterday, were you not?” - -“Well, to tell the truth——” - -“Now then, to put it all right, I’ll just tell you what was the real -reason. You use cocoa-nut oil, don’t you? and you don’t make it at home! -I tasted that at once.” - -“No, that is true; the cook has enough to do as it is.” - -“Oh, my dear! don’t you pay any attention to a cook like that. They can -easily get through all their work. And do you know why Piet ate so -little? Everything was too strong for him. I’m just telling you, you -know, so that you may manage things better another time.” - -“Yes, but that won’t be so very easy,” Jo ventured, “because—well, you -see, my husband likes his food very highly seasoned.” - -“That _is_ a pity. But,” continued Emily, with an amiable little laugh, -“I know what you can do. Have some _sambal_[43] made separately for him, -and he can mix it with his food. We must adapt ourselves to one another, -must we not?” - -“Oh, certainly,” said Jo, “if there happens to be anything else you -don’t care for, or that is bad for Cousin Martendijk’s inside——” - -“Oh, no, thank you! We had a delicious dinner yesterday evening. Your -cook is a capital hand. Oh, wait a moment, though, I had nearly -forgotten. My good man is accustomed to have a cup of _bouillon_ about -eleven o’clock, and I a cup of chocolate—but it must be _chicken_-broth; -he is not allowed beef-tea.” - -“Very well,” said Jo, a vision immediately rising before her of the -wrath of her cook when told that not only was she expected to make the -cocoa-nut oil herself, but to prepare _kaldoe_[44] and chocolate at the -very busiest hour of the morning. It was enough to make her give notice -on the spot. - -Mrs Van Elst, to tell the truth, stood in considerable awe of this cook, -who was highly proficient in her art, used little butter, and did not -appropriate much of the marketing money; and, I appeal to you, what -mistress would not tremble at the thought of losing such a treasure? - -She paved the way, therefore, with some friendly remarks, and even went -the length of promising a new _sarong_ before she broached _the_ -subject; and flattered herself that all was going to end smoothly, when -cook all at once snatched up a basket of potatoes with one vicious jerk, -and with another laid hold of the rice, and closed the door of the -store-room behind her with a bang that thrilled her mistress from head -to foot. Jo knew what to expect. - -For the rest, Emily supplied a ready answer to the great question which -haunts Indian no less than Dutch housewives: what are we to have for -dinner to-day? It was virtually she who proposed the _menu_ every day. -“Do you know what I’d make to-day?” she would remark to Jo;—“one of -those dishes of macaroni, with ham and cheese.” Or, “If you want to give -Martendijk a treat, dear cousin, give him asparagus, he’s wild about -that.” Or, “Do you never make tarts, Jo?—You do?—Well, I have a -delicious recipe for one I can lend you if you like.” - -It was really very kind of Emily, Jo thought; and she had little more -cause to complain of her guest’s want of appetite, especially as Mrs -Martendijk had taken upon herself to make sure that nothing came to -table which might prove injurious to her husband’s digestion. - - - III. - -Visiting is more of a burden than a pleasure in Holland, where people -are confined within such narrow limits, and where the usual routine of -daily life must be gone on with as usual. - -The Dutch host may express the hope that you will “make yourself quite -at home,” adding that you are perfectly free to do what you like; but -when bedtime comes, he also informs you that they breakfast at eight -sharp, and his wife asks you in the sweetest manner possible to be so -good as not to keep the light burning; and both are rather hurt if you -do not evince any great anxiety to cultivate the acquaintance of all -their friends, and think it rather “strange” if you go out on your own -account. - -Only in the Indies can one “make one’s self quite at home,” and that -undoubtedly accounts for the interchange of visits being so much more -common there than with us, and for people who are barely acquainted -beforehand finding it possible to stay weeks and even months with one -another without inconvenience to host or guest. - -Even in the Indies, however, much depends on whether or not the visitors -are located in a detached part of the house. This is an arrangement -which commends itself especially to those who have children with them. -There are so many details to be attended to, and arrangements made in -that case, that the close proximity to strangers is a little awkward, -and the visitor has rather an anxious time of it in Holland. Every -mother knows the haunting dread lest the baby should take it into its -head to indulge in a prolonged fit of screaming in the middle of her -host’s mid-day nap, and she is painfully aware that childish freaks and -misdemeanours may not always meet with sympathy in their new -surroundings. - -But in the Indies these fears and worries are unknown. The children are -quartered in the detached part of the house, where they may romp and -scream to their hearts’ content; and there is no risk of interference if -punishment is required, nor need to blush for shame at one’s -powerlessness under the rule of a spoilt four-year-old tyrant. - -Others, besides happy parents, have reason to be grateful for the Indian -arrangement,—the young man with his late hours, the young lady with her -delicate little traffic in _billets-doux_ and bouquets, for instance. -And it commends itself highly to many a young couple, when the husband -takes a fancy to revive the days of courtship, or the young wife has set -her heart on a charming blue dress in the bazaar,—so cheap, and blue is -just the colour he likes her best in,—and so on. (We all know the sort -of talk that goes on, and how it ends.) And should it happen—for such -things _do_ occur—that they have a slight disagreement, and the tender -husband’s tone waxes warm, and his sweet little wife has recourse to -tears,—well, the courtyard is wide, and the host and hostess are totally -unaware of any disturbance; so, presently they trip into the verandah as -staid and as charming as if they never heard of “spooning,” not to speak -of squabbling. It is not at all unlikely that the host himself may have -profited by their absence, “_pour laver son linge sale en famille_.” - -The Van Elsts had a very nice visitors’ room detached from the rest of -the house, with a verandah opening on a pretty flower-garden. Jo was in -the habit of having her visitors’ breakfast set in this front verandah, -chiefly because she liked to devote the morning undisturbed to her -husband and children, and because, moreover, it was more convenient for -all domestic arrangements. - -But the very first morning after their arrival, Emily came, laughing, to -say that they thought it would be so much more sociable to breakfast -altogether, especially as Piet fancied it was a little damp over the -way, and he had to guard carefully against damp on account of his -complaint. - -The Van Elsts thought it charming of their guests to be so sociably -inclined, but it was a little awkward nevertheless; and Jo wondered, -with some surprise, how Emily did not understand that, though it might -be pleasanter for herself, it might be decidedly inconvenient for the -mother of three children to have her visitors about her so early. - -Jo had a great deal to do in the mornings, like all Indian ladies, -though Dutch housewives, we know, are inclined to be sceptical on that -point. The children had to be bathed,—an operation she liked to -superintend in person,—the clothes to be looked over, the washing and -sewing given out, the dinner ordered, and the thousand and one little -domestic duties attended to; it was generally eleven o’clock before she -was ready to sit down quietly. - -There was, of course, more than usual to do with the Martendijks in the -house, but Jo was ready at last, and having just about an hour to spare, -she was anxious to finish the little frock over which she had been busy -for some time, and which was only waiting for the buttons and trimming. - -“I hope I’m not intruding, Cousin Jo?” said a suave voice, and Emily -came in, and continued, regardless of the frock Jo held in her hand, -“Look here! I have a skirt which doesn’t hang well; do you think you can -see what’s the matter with it? I hear you are so neat-handed!” - -Jo laid the little frock aside with a sigh, and began with deft fingers -to examine the drapery. The fault was soon detected. The skirt must be -unpicked, the folds relaid and pinned down; and in the middle of this -process, Emily suggested sweetly that it was more than time Piet had his -broth. Jo ran off with all speed to the kitchen, where cook received her -with a withering glance, and when her mistress asked for the _kaldoe_, -assumed an air of dense stupidity which checked all further inquiry. -Only by dint of lifting one lid after another did Mrs Van Elst at length -discover a fowl floating in tepid water. - -Jo was not accustomed to yield,—not even to her invaluable cook,—nor had -she forgotten how to work in the Indies; so, soon she had the _kaldoe_ -simmering over a moderate fire, and the chocolate all ready save the -boiling water. But to procure boiling water seemed to require some magic -quite beyond the powers of an ordinary cook; an immense kettle, full to -the brim, was suspended over a low fire, the wood was apparently damp, -the kitchen full of smoke, and not a single clean saucepan was to be -found.... When Mrs Van Elst at last carried in the two cups, it -certainly was not only the heat which flushed her cheeks and made her -hands tremble! - -Emily did not seem to notice her agitation; she thanked her cousin quite -cordially for the trouble she had taken, evidently found the fragrant -chocolate very much to her liking, tasted the _kaldoe_ critically, and -when Jo expressed the fear that it was not strong enough, she smiled -good-naturedly, and had no doubt it would be better to-morrow! - -Her next proceeding was to beg Jo to try on the altered skirt, so that -she could judge better of the draping, and the time was spent in pinning -and laying folds till the “boy” came to announce dinner. - -Jo laid away the unfinished frock, hoping that perhaps to-morrow she -might make up for lost time. But next morning Emily proposed a visit to -the Chinese quarter, if her cousin would be so good as go with her,—she -had some shopping to do. And the third morning, just as Jo had once more -produced her work, Emily, who was sociably inclined, and did not care to -be alone, came to beg her cousin to be so very kind as to explain to her -how that lovely collar was made that she had on yesterday. - -Oh, certainly! Jo would tell her,—so much embroidery, and lace, and.... -“Wait a minute!” cried Emily; “I’ll just fetch what we need, and you can -help me; you are so clever at these things—much cleverer than I am! This -is a splendid chance, Jo, for me to go over my wardrobe; it is so much -cheaper to do up things one’s self than to be always going to a milliner -or dressmaker—and you _will_ help me, won’t you?” - - - IV. - -“Just listen to this!” exclaimed Van Elst, reading the foreign telegrams -at the tea-table that afternoon. “Russia has declared war against -Turkey.” - -“Indeed!” remarked Martendijk indifferently. “Well, I thought it would -come to that in the end.” - -“It’s really terrible,” Max went on. “How many wars does that make -within our recollection? And in our much-vaunted nineteenth century too! -I hoped they would have been able to avert this.” - -“Have your people Turkish or Russian bonds?” - -“No; why on earth should you think that?” - -“Oh, because you are so interested in that war. You would be in a bad -way in that case. It is great folly. We don’t have anything to do with -that sort of thing either—do we, Emily?” - -“No, indeed,” said Emily. “As far as we are concerned, all Europe can go -to war.” - -“Alas!” cried Jo, who had not been listening to this dialogue between -the couple. “What terrible news, Max! To think of the waste of strong -young lives, and all the wives and mothers who are left at home.” And -instinctively she drew little Jan towards her, and pressed him close. - -“Well, there’s no danger for _him_ in the meantime,” said Martendijk; -and Mr and Mrs Van Elst glanced at one another, as they had so often -done during the past few days, as if to ask what manner of people these -cousins could be. - -Mrs Martendijk was also glancing through a newspaper, and, suddenly -turning to her husband, she exclaimed, “What did I prophesy, Piet? Van -Dalem is in the bankruptcy court.” - -“Well, well!” said Piet. “After all, what else was to be expected. It’s -the last straw breaks the camel’s back! It is the man’s own fault. You -must understand, Max,” he continued, addressing his cousin, “this Van -Dalem was a near neighbour of ours. He came into a splendid business, -and might have been rolling in wealth in a few years; but you never saw -such a spendthrift. He was always thrusting himself forward, always -entertaining, always having visitors——” - -“Yes,” affirmed Emily; “and the worst of it was, while his wife was -giving parties, he was lending money right and left,—standing security, -advancing money to every beggar who came to him; he said he could not -refuse.” - -“Real good-natured folk, then?” asked Van Elst. - -“Oh, yes, good-natured enough as far as that went. I can’t tell you how -many widows he has given shelter to, how many little waifs she took in -from the native village (they have no children of their own), how many -forced sales he has put a stop to——” - -“Poor fellow,” cried Max, “I wish I could do something for him.” - -“It’s easy to say that, Max,” interposed Martendijk; “but,” and he -pulled his thin whiskers meditatively, “it comes to be a question if it -is right to sympathise with people of that kind. Is it not their own -fault that they have gone down in the world? Is it not inexcusable to -run through one’s money in that way?” - -“Inexcusable? I don’t agree with you there. At least he has run through -it in a way which speaks well for his heart, if not for his good sense.” - -“I am anxious to see if people will help him in his turn,” said Emily, -in a tone which irritated Van Elst beyond measure. - -“Of course they will,” he said, curtly. - -“Do you think so?” asked Martendijk, with some expression for once in -his weak face. “People are, as a rule, more ready to look you up when -they need you than when you need them. He certainly had a great many -friends; but we know what that amounts to. In any case,” he continued -after a pause, “it is safest to make sure that you will never be -dependent on any one’s help.” - -“That is true,” said Max. But as he spoke he left his seat abruptly, and -went to have a look at the flowers with little Jan. Jo very soon -followed him. It was very evident that he had lost his temper; and she -was always ready in such an emergency to do her best to drive away the -clouds as quickly as possible. - -“What’s the matter, dear?” - -“Oh! nothing. Rather disgusted; that’s all. How do you like the -Martendijks, Jo?” - -“Oh! not particularly. Perhaps it would be better to suspend our -judgment of them for a little, Max.” - -“I don’t see it,” said Max, sharply. “But, Jo, do you know what we might -do?” he added, hastily, seeing her shrink at his vehemence, “go for a -drive just now; then Jan can go too.” - -“Oh! yes, papa,” cried Jan, delightfully, “and sit on the box.” - -“My dear, the horses have been too far to-day already. Emily drove to -the Chinese camp, and was out for more than two hours.” - -“_Indeed!_” said Max. “Well, then, for goodness’ sake, let us stop at -home. That will be very nice too, won’t it, Jan? and we’ll build a -fortress.” - -Jo was satisfied that the clouds were fast dispersing; she took her -husband’s arm, and exerted herself to be specially bright and charming, -chattering to him about the children, and all sorts of interesting -things, and finally assisting at his toilet,—a favour he particularly -enjoyed,—and prattling all manner of pretty compliments to him. - -Max was in high good-humour when he left her to go for a turn with Jan. - -When Jo appeared, after a hasty toilet, she found their cousins in the -verandah before her, busy with the illustrated papers. - -That was a most innocent pastime certainly; but, alas! Martendijk had -taken possession of Max’s place and chair. - -Now Mrs Van Elst was the most accommodating little person imaginable, -and would have given up _her_ chair to any one in the world; but she was -quite different where _Max_ was concerned. - -“Oh! there’s my husband coming,” she exclaimed in a minute or two, as he -came up the drive with Jan; and as Martendijk showed not the slightest -disposition to take the hint, she added, as pleasantly as she could, -“Martendijk, I’m sure you are not aware that that is Max’s place?” - -“Yes, dear cousin,” said Martendijk, stretching himself with an air of -contentment. “To tell you the truth, I was quite aware of the fact; but -Emily chose this place for me, because there are such draughts -everywhere else.” - -“Oh! I am sure Cousin Max will be glad to give up his place to you for a -little,—won’t you, Max?” Emily struck in. - -To Jo’s relief, her husband assented, and Martendijk made himself as -comfortable as he could in his host’s chair. - -The children came in from their walk, and stayed as usual with papa and -mamma till bedtime,—a habit as pleasant for parents as for guests. - -They formed a pretty group, the three innocent child-heads, and at the -sight Max’s and Jo’s beaming eyes met, and at last the happy little wife -could not refrain from the question,— - -“Don’t you two think our children are little angels?” - -“Yes, darlings!” responded Emily. “So good and sweet-tempered; -especially little Jan, he doesn’t give you much trouble now.” - -“_Trouble!_” exclaimed Jo. “Oh! not one of them gives any trouble,—only -a very little when they are ill. But as long as they keep well I have -nothing but pleasure in them.” - -And she spoke the truth, for all cares and anxieties were light to her, -because so willingly borne. - -“I’d not mind having a boy like this, about three or four,” Emily -continued, drawing little Jan to her caressingly; “but a baby like -_that_” (with a glance at “charming little Ada”) “I consider -_horrible_.” - -“_Horrible!_” Jo shrank from her in dismay, indignant that any one -should speak so. But her anger was transient, for she immediately -remembered that it was not poor Emily’s fault that she had such strange -ideas; she really did not know what it was to have children of her own. - - - V. - -The Martendijks had been about three weeks with the Van Elsts, when the -solitary bachelor over the way began to observe some change in his -neighbours. - -The notary began to go earlier to his office, and to come home later. -The little wife, of whom he was growing rather fond by dint of watching -her so long, did not take her walks so regularly; and when she played -with the children in the garden in the morning, her laugh sounded less -merry than it once did. When the old gentleman (who seemed to have -assumed this privilege of observing his neighbours with special interest -because it _might have been_ his lot to have just such another family) -noticed that Mr Van Elst looked cross, and his wife very wearied, he -began to grow uneasy, and at last set on foot inquiries through the -medium of his own “boys” and those of his neighbours, which resulted in -the reassuring news that no one was ill. After that the old bachelor did -not know what to make of it. - -And yet the explanation was simple enough! - -To be ousted from your favourite seat, to have tasteless food set before -you, to see your delicate wife tired to death, your horses over-driven, -your store-room plundered, all this is very easy to bear,—nay, may even -be reckoned among the pleasures of hospitality, if your visitors are -agreeable people, whose society compensates for the lack of the usual -cosy _tête-à-tête_, and whose cordial interest in all your concerns -proves that they like you and appreciate the friendship you show them. -But, when you see that your guests regard you merely as convenient -people to spend some time with,—that they take advantage of your -hospitality, and honour you with no special cordiality in return,—when -they remind you, by their treatment, of certain fruits you throw away -once the juice is squeezed out, it is impossible to submit to the -visitation with a very good grace! - -That certainly was the case here. - -Van Elst, moreover, with his warm temperament and strength of character, -could ill brook his cold-blooded cousin. He liked men to be firm, and -women tender-hearted; and Piet was so weak, and Emily so cold, and the -two couples so directly opposed to each other in all their sentiments -and opinions, that the most innocent conversations often led to -collision. When, for example, Van Elst brought home the news one day -that one of their acquaintances had been suddenly taken ill, and Jo -asked, with a quaver in her voice and tears in her eyes, if she could do -anything to help the poor wife, Emily scarcely listened, and Piet only -to inquire anxiously what was the matter—he hoped nothing infectious! - -With regard to society, there was great diversity of opinion between the -couples. Up country in the Indies it is possible to live on such terms -with all the Europeans as to avoid giving offence, while at the same -time one cannot be intimate with all. One comes across many people there -who are wealthy, who entertain, and are to a certain extent admitted -into society, but of so low a stamp intellectually and morally that it -is impossible for respectable families to associate familiarly with -them. - -The Van Elsts had thus soon chosen their own friends, and to this select -circle they had introduced their guests. - -But the Martendijks struck up acquaintance with a family with whom they -had no wish to become intimate. - -“Good gracious!” said Max, who did not approve of this at all; “what is -there in that man to take your fancy?” - -“Not much,” replied Martendijk. - -“Surely his wife isn’t the attraction, then?—a stupid insignificant -creature like that!” - -“Yes, she is very stupid,” said Martendijk. “But she is a capital cook,” -he added, after a moment. - -“Well, but they’re not people to get so very intimate with. Perhaps you -don’t know that he has a very shady reputation,—it is well known that he -got that factory into his hands by a very dirty trick. They say he made -the former owner drunk, and then——” - -“That’s very likely true,” interposed Martendijk coolly; “he looks to me -just that sort of man. But that does not prevent his keeping capital -wine, and being very generous with his help——” - -“For any sake hold your tongue!” cried Max, suddenly turning his back on -his guest. - -But the most violent explosion took place one morning at the -breakfast-table, when the conversation turned upon one of their aunts—a -sister of Martendijk’s father and Max’s mother—who was in great poverty, -and had been very unfortunate. - -“I have not troubled my head about her for years,” said Piet. “I may -tell you I make a point of interesting myself only in my respectable -relatives.” - -“You mean in those who have got on well in the world,” observed Max. -“Aunt Liza is a worthy respectable woman, whose only fault is her -poverty.” - -“But she had no position at all in Delft,” said Emily. (Martendijk was -silent: he preferred not to argue with his cousin when Max’s eyes -flashed like that.) “She dealt in tea, I think, or knitting-cotton, or -something of that kind.” - -“Yes, just so, in _tea_,” said Max; “exactly in the same way as your -husband deals in sugar, and your father in cheese. Good-morning!” - -“Good gracious, Jo, what a temper your husband is in!” exclaimed Emily, -who was determined not to take offence, because she was very comfortable -with Martendijk’s relatives, and the building at their own place at -Soeka-Manies—the real reason for their visiting—was still going on. - -“Yes,” said Martendijk, the courage of his opinions returning as soon as -he heard Max drive away; “I don’t see why on earth he should get so -excited!” - -What surprised the Van Elsts more than anything else, was the relation -of the couple to one another. The same man and woman, who had not one -grain of sympathy for the troubles of others, or for the most terrible -national calamity, and who were totally impervious to the sufferings of -even their friends and relations, were full of devotion to one another. - -If Piet was not quite the thing, Emily was full of anxiety; and if she -looked worried, Piet did his best to conquer his despondency. In short, -disagreeable though they were in every other respect, they were a model -couple. It was difficult for a third person to start any subject of -conversation with them, because nothing interested them which did not -affect themselves directly or indirectly; but they were never at a loss -for a subject when by themselves, and their conversation was -inexhaustible so long as they could devote themselves unreservedly to -the discussion of their own affairs, bringing every effort of mind to -bear on what concerned them alone. - -_Money_ was a favourite topic: how they could enjoy this or that -together—it was always together!—without much expense; how to manage -their domestic expenditure most satisfactorily; how to invest a small -sum securely—and so on. - -They spent so long over these interesting details, that it was -impossible for outsiders to take any part in their discussions. - - - VI. - -“Just look here a minute, Max; is it my fancy, or does Jan look a little -pale to-day?” asked Mrs Van Elst one morning, as she went out to the -verandah to see her husband off. - -“Of course it is your fancy,” said Max, who made a point of never -allowing that any of the children were ill,—a device intended to calm -their nervous mother, but which always had precisely the contrary effect -“Come here a moment, Njo; your mother says you’re not well. Come, my -boy, tell me what’s the matter with you,” he added less carelessly, as -Jan, usually anything but slow to respond to his father’s call, dragged -himself listlessly towards them, and sank down upon a chair. - -“Not comf’ble, papa—headache!” was all he vouchsafed. - -Max took him on his knee, and glanced at his wife. Yes, the old story; -she was pale, her lips trembled, and her eyes were bent tenderly and -anxiously on the child. It was this readiness to take alarm which caused -Jo more suffering than the patient, whenever her husband or children -were ailing. - -“Shall we just send for the doctor, dear?” - -“No; did I ever!” cried Max. “The man would think we were mad. Because -Njo has a little headache, forsooth! Come, my boy, go and play.” - -“_Play!_ Good gracious! Max, just feel how hot his head is.” - -“Well, put him to bed then. You can do that at least,” and he laughed, -as it seemed to her, heartlessly, and called her “a silly thing”—a -jocular remark which was met by none of Jo’s usual repartees. - -“Papa must come too,” was Jan’s command, and we know that no general is -better obeyed by his soldiers than a sick child by its parents. So Max -carried his boy first over one shoulder, then over the other, after -which he had to creep on all fours round the room, roaring like a lion, -before Njo would be laid down. The patient was not particularly disposed -to go to sleep; he allowed papa to coddle him, and mamma to bring him -lemonade, and did as many children do when much notice is taken of their -ailments—made himself out much worse than he really was. - -When it was really impossible for his father to remain longer, he coaxed -and whimpered a little, and finally cried himself to sleep, so that Jo -was free to enjoy a quiet hour by his bedside with her work-basket, for -every available moment must be snatched to make up for the time lost -through Emily’s visit. - -Their visitors had gone out very early that morning to call on one of -their new acquaintances, a sugar manufacturer like Martendijk. It was so -pleasant to come across some one in your own line, he remarked; they -could discuss one thing and another while driving or walking together, -and one got many a hint and idea in that way. - -On their return home, the “boy” told them “Sinjo Jan” was ill. - -“Oh, dear! that’s always the worst of visiting where there are -children,” said Martendijk, as he sipped his _bouillon_; “there’s always -something wrong.” - -“Well, this would not be much to speak of,” said Emily, “only I’m afraid -it may interfere with to-morrow evening.” - -It must be explained that the Martendijks had talked so much about the -attention shown to them on all sides as the Van Elsts’ guests (and they -certainly had not been slow to avail themselves of the social advantages -of the neighbourhood), that Jo felt at last obliged to give a small -party in acknowledgment of the courtesy shown to them. - -Her guests need never know all it had cost her to talk Max over, and -how, when one argument after another failed to win over her perverse -lord and master, she had at last taken refuge in that weapon which loses -its power when too often used, and is the very last resort therefore of -a clever woman—I mean tears. - -For, though Jo would hardly admit the fact even to herself, Max had not -been just altogether pleasant to deal with of late,—indeed, he had -really been quite disagreeable and cross, and very unwilling to -acknowledge himself in the wrong. - -His liver had been bothering him for some little time (no wonder he -grumbled), and Jo, only too ready to find satisfactory excuses for his -ill-temper, was glad enough to reiterate constantly to her visitors, who -had also a good deal to stand from his bearish ways, how the liver -affects the temper, and how wretched it makes one feel. - -This did not prevent their cousins from assuring one another repeatedly, -once they were safe in their own room, that Max was a disagreeable -fellow, and that were it not for the comfortable quarters they were in, -and the building going on at home, they would remain no longer. For so -wrapt up were they in themselves and in one another, and so absorbing -was their _egoïsme à deux_, that it was impossible for them to realise -how actions and remarks like theirs affected others; therefore, of -course, they blamed Cousin Max for the rather strained relations which -had come about. - -As soon as she had drunk her chocolate, Emily betook herself to the -nursery to see what were the prospects for the party. - -“Well, dear cousin,” she began, making no attempt to lower her somewhat -harsh voice, “what is this I hear? Is little Jan ill?” - -“I am very much afraid he is,” said Jo; “he is so restless in his -sleep.” - -“A little feverish, perhaps,” said Emily, taking the child’s hand in her -own for a moment. “I’d give him a good dose of quinine,” she continued, -“and he’ll be all right by to-morrow evening.” - -“Why to-morrow evening,” asked Jo, puzzled. - -“Did I ever! Have you forgotten all about that? Why, it was to-morrow -evening we were to have that party.” - -“Dear me, so it was,” cried Jo. “I’d nearly forgotten all about it. But, -of course, if he is ill it will have to be put off.” - -“Oh, yes, of course,” said Emily, “if he is ill. But it’s surely nothing -serious. You always get frightened so quickly.” - -“Yes, I do, it is true; and it really can’t be anything. But oh, Emily, -he is such an angel, my Njo! and you always see that particularly sweet -children don’t live long.” - -The wet eyelashes and quivering lips were not without their effect even -on cold Mrs Martendijk. - -“Well, well,” she said kindly, “I would not worry about that. Jan has -his naughty fits just like other boys; and besides, if all the children -were to die whose mothers consider them ‘almost _too_ good’ for this -world, there would not be many left.” - -Seeing how nervous Jo got, and how the event generally proved her fears -groundless, Max was always making resolutions not to yield to such -exaggerated anxiety another time. So when he came home at mid-day and -found his wife still occupied with the child, he coolly carried her off -to another room, and gently but firmly forbade her to leave it until she -had rested for a few hours. - -Jo was too tired to resist, and soon fell asleep. She did not awake till -late in the afternoon, for which she could not forgive herself, though -it was, in fact, the best thing that could have happened, considering -the disturbed night she was to have. It did not need much persuasion to -induce Max to send for the doctor next morning. - -Emily took care to be in the verandah when he stopped to say a few words -to Mrs Van Elst after his visit to the little patient. - -“There’s not much the matter is there, doctor?” she asked. - -“No—at least I think not,” was his reply. “It’s not easy to predict in a -case of illness, but, as far as appearances go, it seems to me an -ordinary cold.” - -“There, you see, Jo, what did we all tell you? You do get anxious so -soon!” - -“Well, you see, I have so much to lose,” said Jo deprecatingly. - -“If it gives you any pleasure to worry,” said the doctor, “you had -better do so about yourself, and not about that sturdy little chap,”—and -with a compassionate glance at the young wife, who had already been so -often a patient of his, he took her hand in his own. “You’re not looking -so well as you did, Mrs Van Elst,” he said. “You wear yourself out, and -don’t do enough to get up your strength. I shall have to scold in good -earnest—or speak to Van Elst.” - -“Oh, no, for goodness’ sake, don’t do that!” exclaimed Jo, glad that Max -was safe in his office. “How angry he would be!” - -“Well, Jo,” said her guest, when the doctor had gone, “that _is_ a -relief. An ordinary cold, it will be better in a day or two. Now let us -set to work to get ready for the party.” - -“Oh, dear Emily, what do you think? Shall we not rather put it off?” - -“Put it off? and why? Come, Jo, what’s the matter with you? All the -invitations are out already.” - -“I’d like to have it for your sake,” Jo began again; “you know that, -don’t you? But I am _so_ tired! I never closed an eye last night; and -there is so much to be done—baking, and all that.” - -“Well,” said Emily, “surely your maid can help you?” - -“Siah? Oh, no; she must stay with Njo—she’s his old ‘baboe.’[45] No, -really, it can’t be managed. Oh, if you only knew how dead tired I am!” -and the poor little woman sank into a chair, and closed her eyes as if -to shut out the mountain of work that the mere thought of the party -conjured up. - -“If _I_ undertook all the trouble,” asked Emily, after a moment’s -reflection, “could we go on with it then?” - -“Oh yes,” said Jo, “if you would be so very good.” - -She was too much absorbed in her sick child to trouble herself much -about the success of the party, else she would have been decidedly -uneasy; for it had gradually dawned upon her that Emily did not know -much of the noble art of cookery. Notwithstanding her great readiness to -recommend dishes and to lend recipes, she had never yet concocted -anything herself; and even when Jo had begged her to help with a few -domestic duties on specially busy days, she had always tried to get out -of it. To-day it was quite different, however. - -She asked for the keys, and in ten minutes had all the “boys” and maids -hard at work; while she herself was here, there, and everywhere, -thinking of everything,—making cakes, planning the _menu_, and all with -a deftness and briskness which were quite enviable. - -“Oh dear!” thought Jo, when she saw her cousin’s activity, “if she had -only helped me like that sooner, how much nicer it would have been -having visitors.” - -Jo arranged the flowers; Martendijk the card-tables; Emily superintended -the supper; and by mid-day everything was ready. - -Emily went to take a nap, while her hostess did the same, so as to be -bright and fresh when the evening came. - -And so probably she would have been, after a quiet undisturbed sleep; -but the little patient grew worse about the middle of the day; and when -his father came home, he saw at once that the child was feverish. - -“Oh, dear Max,” sighed Jo, “what a worry! A sick child, and that party -in the evening!” - -“_Party!_” cried Max, to his wife’s great consternation. “It’s out of -the question. Did you think I’d ever allow that? Certainly not. What a -mad idea to think of having people here to-night! Emily’s at the bottom -of that, I’ll be bound.” - -“No, indeed, dear. I was quite anxious for it too,” pleaded Jo, -shielding her guest at the expense of her own truthfulness. “And oh, -Max, Emily has been so good; she arranged everything, and I have had -nothing at all to do.” - -“Of course she helps you now, as it’s her party, and she is bent on -having her own way,—but I’ll soon see who is master in my house. The -party will _not_ go on, I tell you. I’ll have the people put off. Where -are the boys?” - -Van Elst had spoken so loud in his passionate outburst, that it needed -no eavesdropping to find out his intentions; and perhaps that was the -reason that Emily appeared so opportunely just then. - -“Oh! excuse me, cousin,” he exclaimed apologetically, running against -her in his hurry. “Do you know where the boys are?” - -“They are round at the back,” said Mrs Martendijk, looking brighter and -livelier than he had ever seen her. “Look here, cousin,” and she took -his arm confidentially to lead him to the back verandah, “have we not -worked well to-day? Everything is ready——” - -“But the party can——” began Max. - -“And should you like to see what you’re going to have to-night?” And in -the same friendly manner he was conducted to the pantry. “Just look at -that magnificent trifle. And are not the tarts a success? But the -_pâtés_ are _the_ thing. They look just as if they came straight from -the best confectioner’s—do they not?” - -“I am really sorry you have had so much trouble, and I must say it all -looks beautiful; but the party cannot possibly go on,” repeated Max, -firmly. - -“What do you say?” - -“Yes; it’s a great pity, and I can understand how annoyed you feel; but -Jan is decidedly worse....” - -Emily had recovered her composure by this time. - -“Jan worse! My word! I had no idea of that,” she cried. “Gracious! -cousin, if I had known that an hour sooner; and now the punch is made!” - -It was now Max’s turn to be disconcerted. - -“What do you say?” he exclaimed. - -“Well, it was time it was done, you see;” and Emily seated herself. “One -would really need to know everything beforehand,” she went on, coolly; -“then we should at least not have opened those fine wines and the -expensive champagne. The supper will cost a great deal too, to be sure, -and the money’s all thrown away now; but we can eat everything some time -or other among ourselves.” - -“The _punch_ won’t keep, I suppose?” asked Max. - -“Oh no! it _is_ a pity Jan is so ill.” - -“Oh, he’s not so very much worse!” exclaimed Max impatiently. “But what -a wretched amount of stuff,” he added, after a moment, when he had made -a rapid mental calculation of the needless expense, and realised how -odious it would be to see Piet and Emily devouring all the dainties. “If -only Jo was not so very tired.” - -“Yes; it would be very unfortunate if she were not able to appear. But -we can always see how Jan is; and if she were to decide at the last -moment to stay with the child,—well, I’d be glad to do the honours.” - -“For goodness’ sake let it be, then,” said Max; and as his guest made -her escape as fast as she could, without prejudice to her dignity, he -sent a wish after her which was more expressive than courteous. - -Emily only enjoyed a little laugh at his helpless fury, congratulating -herself on the success of her diplomacy, for on hearing about -half-an-hour before that the child was worse, she had given orders to -have the punch mixed; and when she stepped into the store-room, she was -met with a request from Piet, who had been told off to superintend, to -taste and see if the ingredients were right. - - - VII. - -Jo did _not_ appear that evening. Jan complained of sore throat; and the -mother, in her dread of diphtheria, sent for the doctor at once, and -remained at the child’s bedside, in spite of his assurances that nothing -was the matter. Emily did the honours, and appeared to enjoy it. - -Though each of the guests had privately resolved not to stay late for -the little boy’s sake, it was two o’clock before the last had departed, -and three before the house was quiet. Indeed absolute quiet there never -was that whole night, for Jo, as she lay awake, heard first all sorts of -unaccountable sounds proceeding from the guests’ apartment, and then an -excited calling out for servants, who either could not or would not -hear, followed by a knocking at her own door, and an agitated demand for -laudanum, and a confused story about salad and punch, which might be the -death of people who suffered from internal complaints. Tea must be -infused, and hot-water bottles filled; but when Jo sprang up eager to go -and help, her husband held her back authoritatively. He had feigned to -be asleep all the time, but when the door was shut, while the strange -sounds continued to be heard, then he was seized with such an -uncontrollable fit of laughter, that Jo was infected by his merriment, -and lay in mortal terror lest Emily should hear them, or Jan be -awakened. - -But Jan was the last to think of awaking. He slept not only the whole -night, but far into the morning. Max was not permitted to go to his -office before he should awake, for just as she would have thought it -“very alarming” if he had not slept at all, so it seemed to be “very -alarming” that he should sleep so long. - -At last, about nine o’clock, he opened his eyes. The rest seemed to have -done him good, for not only did he demand bread and butter, but, as soon -as his glance fell on the new box of bricks papa had bought for him the -day before, he jumped out of bed, and seated himself on the floor to -play, as if nothing had happened. - -“How is the poor little throat?” asked Jo, as soon as she had recovered -from her glad surprise. - -“My throat?” repeated the child wonderingly; “my throat is not ill.” - -Max was so relieved, and thought it such a capital joke that he burst -out laughing; even the Martendijks laughed; and Jo tried to join in, but -the joy was too sudden after the anxiety she had undergone, and she -broke into a hysterical fit of weeping instead. - -“There you are now! I told you so—insisting on the party like that!” -cried Van Elst, losing his temper completely. - -“What kind of an outbreak is that?” asked Emily, forgetting the repairs -at home for the moment, in order to give vent to her indignation. - -“What is it? It is your fault, Emily, if she is laid up. I could have -told you beforehand,—Jo is not fit for all that worry and fuss!” - -Emily followed her husband from the room—the thought of the building -recurring to her; while Van Elst led his wife away. - -When the doctor came, he spoke of over-excitement, nervous strain, and -prescribed strong beef-tea, absolute quiet, and keeping to her room. Jo -submitted. Jan was nearly all right again; it had been a mere cold, and -in her joy and gratitude for his recovery, she could have submitted to -much; to remain in one’s room, however, is a trial to appreciate which -one must be the mother of three children. - -“Your visitor can surely manage the house for a few days?” the doctor -had said. But, strangely enough, now the party was over Cousin Emily -seemed totally incapable of domestic duties. - -So Jo lay listening to piercing cries from Nonnie, who was evidently -tumbling downstairs, and hungry little Ada’s wails would penetrate to -her ears; or the maid would appear one moment, the “boy” the next, to -ply her with questions. Worse than all were the fears she created for -herself,—Jan would be sure to catch cold, or the children would venture -too near the well or the cistern; who was to put away all the plate and -crystal? and would not the servants appropriate all the remains of the -feast? - -Luckily Van Elst came home early; but he brought no balm to Jo’s heart, -for when he saw that she was no better, he began by scolding her, and -then abruptly left the house. - -This was the very opportunity his neighbour over the way had been -watching for. - -With apparent unconcern he sauntered across his own grounds, where he -had lain in ambush for some time; for ever since he had witnessed the -doctor’s repeated visits, his curiosity had known no bounds. - -“Well, Mr Van Elst,” he began, feigning great surprise at meeting him -there, “and how are you all at home?” - -“Oh, first-rate,” said Van Elst; “mother sick, child sick, and husband -no longer master in his own house!” - -“Bless me!” said Mr Smits. “Come, I’ll walk up and down a bit with you. -I understand how it is when the wife is ill, especially a wife like -yours, but we’ll hope she’ll soon be herself again. And then things will -be all right, won’t they?” - -This was very diplomatic on Mr Smits’s part; he wanted to know about -more than the wife’s illness. It was a well-calculated move, for the -whole story came out. - -“_All right!_ No, indeed, we shall not. What upsets my temper is those -guests of mine. You will hardly believe, Mr Smits, what a tiresome, -irritating fellow that Martendijk is, with his terror of infection, and -his eternal complaints about his health. And what a heartless creature -his wife is! But, above all, what studied egoists they both are!” - -Mr Smits had to hear it all; how worn-out Jo was; how their guests had -taken advantage of them; how he had been driven into giving that -confounded party. “And if I could once for all just give them a piece of -my mind—but you see I can’t, as they are my guests. My wife is always -giving me nudges and winks to keep me quiet; and if I do break loose -occasionally, I get nice little scoldings from her into the bargain. Oh, -there’s no standing the life I lead just now!” - -“And is there no chance of their leaving soon?” asked Mr Smits. - -“Oh, no! they talk of remaining another month at least,” replied Van -Elst, in so despairing a tone, that his neighbour pitied him from the -bottom of his heart. - -“But if there are unwelcome guests in one’s house, it’s surely easy to -find some way of getting rid of them?” - -“I don’t know any way. They are not particularly sensitive on some -points.” - -“You may ask what old Smits has to do with it,” began the bachelor; “but -you must remember I have gradually grown to take an interest in you and -your wife.” - -“Take care, Mr Smits, I am jealous,” cried Max, who had totally -recovered his good-humour now he had unbosomed himself. - -“Absurd! an old fellow of sixty!” said Mr Smits, not a little flattered. -“But what I wanted to ask you was, may I try to devise some plan for -your deliverance?” - -“Oh, yes; and if you succeed I’ll be grateful to you all my life.” - -The first thing put into Van Elst’s hand next morning, when he sat down -to his early coffee in the verandah, was a carefully sealed note from -his old neighbour over the way. It was concise, and to the point. - - “FRIEND,—Your wife is feverish. Your cousin has a dread of infection. - Is there any danger of typhus?—Yours, - - “SMITS.” - -With a heartier laugh than he had indulged in for a long time, Van Elst -sprang to his feet. “The very thing! What a capital idea!” He would take -steps at once. - -“How is Cousin Jo?” asked Emily half-an-hour later at the -breakfast-table. - -“No better,” said Max gravely; “I would not go near her if I were you, -Cousin Emily; I think she’s asleep.” - -The doctor came, and pronounced the patient convalescent; so he sat -chatting sociably with her for some time, and then left her, prescribing -a tonic. - -Scarcely was he gone when Max joined his cousins in the front verandah. - -“What a long time the doctor stayed,” Emily remarked. “It’s nothing -serious, is it?” - -Van Elst preserved an ominous silence. - -“Cousin Jo will soon be going about again, I hope?” asked Martendijk, -with some concern; for domestic affairs had not gone so smoothly, nor -had they, personally, fared so well, since Mrs Van Elst had been laid -up. - -Max’s face assumed a very serious expression. “Going about! No, indeed, -not for a while yet.” - -“What do you say?” - -“Well, you see—h’m—after all,” said Max, as if making a sudden resolve, -“I think it’s best to tell you frankly, the doctor is afraid of typhus -fever.” - -“_Typhus!_” shrieked Martendijk. “Good Heavens! Emily, d’ye hear?” - -“Yes,” said Emily, and, to her credit, we must confess that her first -thoughts flew to the poor husband and children, who, if the worst should -happen, would lose so devoted a wife and mother. “Alas! Cousin Max,” she -said, “how terrible.” - -“Was the doctor quite sure of it?” asked Martendijk, his face blanched -with mortal terror, the remembrance of which long remained an unfailing -source of amusement to Van Elst. - -“No, not at all certain; he thought it might perhaps be small-pox,” he -replied. - -Martendijk stared at him in the wildest consternation. - -“Good God!” he stammered, “that’s no trifle either. Small-pox and typhus -fever! One every bit as infectious as the other!” - -“Yes,” said Max, “small-pox especially. Well, I’m off to the office,” he -concluded. “Good-morning, you’ll go and see after my wife every now and -then, won’t you, Emily?” he asked, as he sprang into his _bendy_. - -“No, Emily, indeed you’ll do nothing of the kind, I hope,” cried -Martendijk, as soon as Van Elst was beyond earshot. “You might bring -back infection, and——” - -“Ah! Piet, you really are rather a coward in that respect.” - -“Yes; but, Emily, _small-pox_! Just fancy if you were to take it——” - -“Well, of course; but you need not be so ready to accept it as a fact. -If Max were sure of it he would not have been so calm about it.” - -“Dearest,” and Piet’s voice was as meek as any child’s, “I hope you -agree with me, we must get away from this _at once_.” - -“What would people say if we left Jo——” - -“Oh! my dearest wife, do not agitate me with all these objections!” - -“It looks so cowardly, Piet. And the climate here agrees with you so -well. And the building is not finished yet.” - -“Well, we must just make the best of it. Anything rather than remain in -this infected atmosphere. Oh, Emily, dearest Emily, have you no more -affection for your husband? O Lord! the pain, the pain! The shock has -set it going again!” - - * * * * * - -When Van Elst came home from his office at mid-day, his “boy” brought -him another letter. It was not from Smits this time, however, but from -the Martendijks. - - “DEAR COUSINS (it ran),—You will quite understand our haste to get - away, now your house is attacked by such a terrible epidemic. We would - willingly have remained much longer, and it is our intention to repeat - our visit soon. - - “In the meantime accept our cordial thanks for the hospitality you - have shown to us. - - “Though your behaviour to us has not been all it might have been, dear - Cousin Max, we do not bear you the slightest grudge, and are quite - ready to excuse it, knowing what a bad effect the liver has on the - temper. - - “We wish dear Jo a speedy recovery, and earnestly trust that she may - be spared to her husband and children.—With our kindest regards, your - affectionate cousins, - - “P. & E. MARTENDIJK.” - - “Hurrah!” exclaimed Van Elst. “Hurrah! Jo! our guests are gone!” - - Though Jo received the news with considerable consternation, and - thought it disgraceful and inexcusable in Max to joke about anything - so terrible as typhus fever (in which Max agreed with her penitently), - it was amazing how rapidly she sprang out of bed,—the departure of her - guests proving more effective than all the doctor’s tonics. - - So when their old neighbour strolled past the Van Elsts’ house a - little later, with an air of indifference, and Max rushed out to tell - him the glad news, and to thank him for his friendly and timely help, - he found Mrs Van Elst in the verandah, as bright and merry as ever, - ready to assure him—though she insisted on thinking it a disgraceful - proceeding!—that he had done her a great service by his lucky - inspiration. - - An invitation to a quiet dinner on the following day was the result; - and the dinner was so good, the host in such excellent spirits, and - the hostess so sweet, that the solitary old bachelor caught himself - thinking, as he always did when a spectator of the Van Elsts’ domestic - bliss, “I might have known this sort of thing too, if only——” - - ANNIE FOORE. - - - - - BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX OF WRITERS. - - -[Illustration] - - BUNING, ARNOLD WERUMEUS, born at Uithuizen (Groningen), in 1846, and - served in the Dutch navy from 1861 to 1876, when he was forced by - ill-health to retire on a pension. He then settled in his native - town, but afterwards removed to the Hague, where he now lives. He - is the author of a great number of short stories, mostly more or - less naval, and one or more novels, of which the principal is “The - Burgomaster’s Inheritance” (Leyden, 1873), and frequently - contributes to _Eigen Haard_ and Elsevier’s _Geïllustreerd - Maandschrift_. He is not remarkable for the subtleties of humour, - his genius being more akin to the rattling fun and boisterous - spirits of such writers as Captain Marryat and the late Henry - Kingsley. But he can be touching too, and there is unaffected - pathos as well as fun in the little volume, “Marim-Schetsen,” from - which our extract is taken. The education of the orphan boy by his - father’s old mate, “The Red ’Un,” who trains him up with unsparing - rigour in the way in which all good sailors should go, is good in - both ways; so is the sketch (in _Verschillende Ouwe Heeren_) of - old Jan Hallema, the Hilligermond pilot. - - CATS, JACOB,[46] born at Brouwershaven, in Zeeland, 1577; died - September 12, 1660; and was buried in the Kloosterkerk at the - Hague. He studied law at Leyden, and then travelled in France and - Italy. Returning, he practised as a lawyer in his native town for - some years. His health gave way, and he visited England in order - to consult Dr William Butler, at Cambridge, but received no - benefit. He went home to die, but was unexpectedly cured by a - strolling alchemist. He then settled at Middleburgh, and married. - His profession seems to have left him abundant leisure for poetry, - and for enjoying the society of his family at his country place of - Grypskerke. It was during this period he produced his “Emblems of - Fancy and Love,” “Galatea,” “Mirror of Past and Present,” and - “Marriage” (Houwelick). In 1621 he was appointed Pensionary - (stipendiary magistrate) of Middleburgh, and in 1623 transferred - to the same office at Dordrecht. In 1627 he was sent on a - diplomatic mission to England, and knighted by Charles I. After - his return he lost his wife, and dedicated to her memory the - _Trouwringh_ (“Wedding Ring”), published in 1635. In 1636 he was - chosen Grand Pensionary of Holland, resigned his office in 1651, - and in 1657 went on another unsuccessful embassy to England, where - he delivered a Latin oration before the House of Commons. On - coming back to Holland he retired to his villa of Zorgvliet, near - the Hague, where he devoted himself once more to farming and - poetry, and died at the age of seventy-three. He has always been a - most popular writer in Holland, his mixture of canny morality and - shrewd homely wit being in thorough accordance with the national - genius, which found his long-windedness no drawback. His - reputation for “soundness,” and his tendency to preach also, no - doubt secured his popularity among a nation peculiarly suspicious - of heterodoxy, frivolity, and anything “without a moral at the - end,” though it must be said that his notions of propriety appear - to be somewhat large when judged by present-day standards. It may - seem difficult to believe, after all this, that he possessed the - faintest spark of humour; but his shrewd mother wit makes him - sometimes amusing, even to an outsider, and now and then he - records a touch of that “detached outlook in life, which goes to - the making of a real humorist.” Southey, who read Dutch among - other things, and was probably introduced to a great deal of Dutch - literature by the poet Bilderdijk, has a highly complimentary - reference to him in the epistle to Allan Cunningham: - - ... “Father Cats, - The household poet, teacheth in his songs - The love of all things lovely, all things pure. - Best poet, who delights the cheerful mind - Of childhood, stores with moral strength the heart - Of youth, with wisdom maketh mid-life rich, - And fills with quiet tears the eye of age.” - - Cats’ works used to occupy in Dutch households the position of the - “Pilgrim’s Progress” and Fox’s “Book of Martyrs” in old-fashioned - English ones. He is still popular, not only among his Protestant - countrymen, but even in Belgium, and a complete edition of his - works has lately been issued at Antwerp. It includes a large - collection of proverbs, some of the quainter ones being given in - the text. A translation of some of his “Zinne-Beelden” was - published, under the title of “Moral Emblems,” by Richard Pigott, - in 1860, in a large and handsome volume, with reproductions of the - original woodcuts. - - CREMER, JACOBUS JAN, born at Arnheim in 1827, is now living at the - Hague. He devoted himself for a time to painting, but in time - entirely abandoned the pencil for the pen. He is most successful - in his village stories, the best being located in his native - “Betuwe,” which he calls “The Paradise of Holland.” The list of - his works, which include novels, short stories, and sketches - (published in serial collections), and plays, is far too long to - reproduce. Like Dickens, he was at one time conspicuously - successful in giving readings and recitations from his own works. - - DEKKER, EDWARD DOUWES, best known by the pseudonym of _Multatuli_, was - born at Amsterdam, March 2, 1820. He went to Java in 1840 or 1841, - with his father, the captain of a vessel, and shortly afterwards - obtained a Government clerkship. After a succession of - appointments in different places, at one of which he made the - acquaintance of the lady who afterwards became his first wife,[47] - he became “Assistant Resident” at Lebak,—a post which he threw up - in 1856, because the Governor-General would not listen to his - representations with regard to the extortion and tyranny practised - by the native chiefs, and (indirectly) by the Dutch Government. - Coming home, he embodied his opinions and experiences in the novel - of “Max Havelaar,” which, crude and formless as a literary - production, startled the reading public with its origin and - audacity, and, having regard to the effect it produced, may fitly - be called the Dutch “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” For some time after - landing in Holland he and his family were in the greatest - distress, as through his hasty resignation he had forfeited the - pension which would have been due to him in another year or two. - He obtained some grudging help from his wife’s relations, who - offered to provide for her entirely if she would leave him, and - were righteously indignant at her refusal. With the appearance of - “Max Havelaar” his success as a literary man was assured, and from - thenceforth he was able to live by his pen, though continually - harassed by debts (he was careless, generous, and extravagant, and - had a constitutional incapacity for accounts), controversies, and - quarrels, well or ill founded, with friends or foes. After the - death of his first wife, he was married a second time—to Mej. - Schepeles—and made his home in the Rhineland, first at - Niederingelheim, and then at Wiesbaden. He died at Mainz, in - February 1887. Perhaps his best work is to be found in the _Ideen_ - (filling in the collected edition of his works some seven - volumes). They are a kind of continuous rambling _causerie_, - contributed to a Dutch daily, the _Dageraad_, and ranging over - every possible topic, full of aphorism, paradox, epigram, and with - an occasional story woven in here and there. The most important of - these is the delightful fictitious biography of Wouter Pieterse, - which, though certainly not an autobiography, incorporates many of - the experiences of his childhood and youth. It was never finished, - and proceeds in a most capricious manner, being frequently - interrupted by digressions for dozens of pages together, and then - suddenly taken up again. Some extracts are given from this and - other parts of the _Ideen_. Most of his other works, except the - dramas “The Bride in Heaven” and “The School for Princes,” are of - a more or less occasional and fugitive character. But Multatuli’s - position is not to be measured by the mere number and extent of - his works. He is a distinct force in modern Holland, and a name to - conjure with to the younger generation of Dutch readers. - - EEDEN, F. VAN, is the editor of the _Nieuwe Gids_, and author of - novels, sketches, critical articles, &c., besides the poem - “Ellen,” and some plays, including the comedy from which our - quotation is taken, and a farce, “The Student at Home.” - - FOORE, ANNIE, is the pseudonym of Mevrouw W. J. F. Ijzerman, whose - maiden name was Francisca J. J. A. Junius, daughter of a learned - theologian, the minister of Tiel. She was born at the latter place - in 1847, and married an engineer, at Padang, Sumatra, in 1873. Her - principal works are the novels, “The Colonial and his Superior” - (1877), “A Family Secret,” “Florence’s Dream,” and several volumes - of short stories. The specimens in the present volume are taken - from “Family Life in the East Indies.” She has great power of - observation, a fine sense of humour, and an easy flowing style of - narrative, though sometimes her stories are defective in - construction. Her pictures of colonial life are admirable. For the - translation of the story “Unbidden Guests,” I am indebted to Miss - Margaret Farquharson, of Selkirk. - - HUYGENS, CONSTANTIJN, born 1596, at the Hague. His godfathers were the - Admiral Justinus von Nassau and the City of Breda; he was named - after the “constancy” shown by the latter to the House of Orange. - He enjoyed a singularly complete and brilliant education, studied - law at Leyden, and became, in 1625, private secretary to Prince - Frederick Henry. He was on friendly terms with Hooft, Cats, and - the beautiful and talented daughters of Roemer Visscher,—Anna and - Tesselschade. Like Cats, he had visited England (in 1618), where - he made the acquaintance of John Donne, whose poems he afterwards - translated, and whose influence is visible in his writings. He was - knighted by James I. in 1622. He married in 1627, and the loss of - his wife, ten years later, was the great affliction of his life. - He had four sons, the second being the celebrated mathematician, - Christian Huygens, and one daughter. He continued his political - activity till 1672, when, being to a certain extent superseded on - account of his advanced age, he devoted himself to literature and - (like most Dutch gentlemen) to gardening at his villa of Hofwijk, - near the Hague; he died there in 1687. His works are of various - kinds,—didactic and descriptive poems (“Batava Tempe”), satires - (“The Costly Request”), epigrams (we give a few translations), the - frightfully coarse farce of “Trijntje Cornelis” (taste of the - times again!), &c. His best poem is “Oogentrost” (Eye Comfort), - dedicated, in 1647, to a friend, Lucretia van Trello, who feared - she was going blind. He also wrote a Latin autobiography, under - the title “De Vita Propria Sermones.” He published his collected - poems under the title “Corn Flowers.” Personally he seems to have - been in every way worthy of respect, and is described as “one of - the most lovable men that ever lived.” - - KELLER, GERARD, born at Gouda, February 13, 1829. He was for some time - stenographer to the Dutch parliament, and afterwards editor of the - _Arnheimsche Courant_. He is a clever journalist, and voluminous - writer of fiction, in which latter department he would appear to - have been influenced by Dickens. His earliest novel, “The Tutor’s - Family,” appeared in 1857; “Overkompleet,” the sketch from which - our extract is taken, appeared in a volume with other short - stories in 1871, but has been reprinted in a complete edition of - his “Novellen,” of which three volumes have already seen the - light. Among his other novels we may mention “The Mortgage on - Wasenstein” (1866), “The History of a Halfpenny, and other - Stories” (1872), “Off the Rails” (1872), &c. He is also the author - of several volumes of travel-sketches, among which we may mention - four illustrated quarto volumes, “Amerika in Beeld en Schrift,” - and a lively description of a tour in Scotland (“Een Uitstapje - naar de Schotsche Hooglanden”), which has appeared quite recently. - Keller acted as a newspaper correspondent in France during the - Franco-German War, and his experiences there resulted in two - books, “Paris Besieged” and “Paris Murdered.” Besides all this he - has written several comedies, and numerous contributions to - periodical literature, and is now, we believe, the editor of the - monthly magazine, _Vreemd en Eigen_, having previously edited, at - different times, _Kunst Kroniek_ and the _Geldersche Almanach_. - His style has a lightness of touch, perhaps due to French - influence, and conspicuously wanting in all but some of the most - recent Dutch authors, with the exception of Multatuli. - - LAMBERTS-HURRELBRINCK, L. H. J., is a young writer, living at Leyden, - who has published more than one collection of short stories, - mostly dealing with the province of Limburg and its people. His - first volume, “Limburgsche Novellen,” was reviewed, with perhaps - undue severity, in _De Gids_ for July 1890—a judgment which, it is - said, was not altogether uninfluenced by party spirit. A later - volume is “Van Limburg’s Bodem.” The sketch in the text appeared - in _Elsevier’s Maandschrift_ for September 1892, and is to a - certain extent founded on fact. - - LENNEP, JACOB VAN, one of the best known of modern Dutch writers. - Belonging to a literary family, he was born at Amsterdam in 1802, - studied at Leyden, and took a law degree in 1824, and settled as a - lawyer at Amsterdam. In 1854–56 he was a member of the Second - Chamber of the States-General. He died at Oosterbeek (Gelderland) - on August 25, 1868. His literary industry was so prodigious that - we cannot attempt to give a list of his works, which were chiefly - poems, novels (published in a collected edition of 19 vols.), - plays, and historical studies. Perhaps his best novel is “Klaasje - Zevenster,” from which the bit of description we have quoted is - taken. We give his comedy, “The Village on the Frontier,” entire. - - SEIPGENS, EMILE ANTON HUBERT, born at Roermond (Limburg), August 16, - 1837. He was at first in the brewing business, but is now a - teacher of German language and literature in the “Rijks Hoogere - Burgerschool” of his native town. He has written several plays, - some of them in the Roermond dialect, and two or three volumes of - short stories, most of them strongly “Limburgsch” in local colour. - The extract here given is taken from the volume entitled “In en om - het klein Stadje” (Amsterdam, 1887). Another collection is - entitled “Langs Maas en Geul.” He is an occasional contributor to - the monthly magazine _De Gids_, and also to Elsevier’s - “Illustrated.” - ------ - -Footnote 1: - - The oldest “Chambers of Rhetoric” (or _Collèges de Rhétorique_—the - name probably originated in the French influence introduced by the - House of Burgundy) date back to about 1400, or some years previous. - The oldest would seem to be the “Alpha and Omega,” at Ypres, and the - Antwerp “Violieren” (wall-flowers). The most famous, perhaps, is the - Amsterdam association, “De Eglantier,” better known perhaps under the - name of its motto, “In Liefde Bloeiende” (Blooming in Love). They held - poetical competitions, placed upon the stage (usually with great - magnificence) plays written and acted by their members, and arranged - the most splendid pageants and processions on the occasion of any - festival or public rejoicing. They also celebrated festivals of their - own, the most important of which were known by the name of - _Landjuweelen_. In 1496 a great Landjuweel was held at Antwerp by - twenty-eight societies, at which the Eglantier gained the first prize. - But the most famous of all was the Landjuweel of 1561, also held at - Antwerp, beginning on the 3rd August, when the chambers of Brabant and - Flanders vied with one another in magnificence. The Brussels society, - “The Book,” was represented by 340 members, all on horseback in - crimson mantles. This festival was revived on the occasion of the - jubilee of the Belgian Academy of Antiquities, August 1892. - -Footnote 2: - - The plot of the “Bride in Heaven” is briefly this:—Many years before - the opening of the play, Major Huser had killed Baron Van Bergen in a - duel. There was no personal enmity between the men,—indeed they were - intimate friends; it was only public opinion and a barbarous etiquette - that forced on this ending to a trifling dispute. Huser was - broken-hearted at the way it ended: he accepted the charge of Van - Bergen’s only son as a sacred trust; and when he died, shortly - afterwards, made his own son, Gustaaf, promise to be a friend to young - Van Bergen at any sacrifice. Van Bergen turned out wild and - dissipated, and Gustaaf redeemed his promise by taking on himself a - forgery committed by his friend when in desperate straits for lack of - money at the university. No one knew the truth of this affair but - himself, Van Bergen, and the latter’s worthless valet, Frans. The - proofs of the whole were contained in certain letters in Van Bergen’s - possession. Huser disappears from society, and is supposed to have - fled the country. As a matter of fact, he is getting his living as a - music-master, under the name of Holm, and as such he is introduced to - us in the play. His principal pupil is Caroline, daughter of a high - government official named Van Wachler,—a shrewd, honourable, and - upright man, of simple tastes, meeting with little sympathy from his - fashionable and affected wife, with her would-be French manners, and - the aristocratic connections she will not allow him to forget. Mevrouw - Van Wachler is young Van Bergen’s aunt, and exceedingly anxious to - marry her daughter to the scapegrace, who, for his part, is not - unwilling to accept such a way of escape from his embarrassments. Her - husband is less dazzled by the match, and declares his intention of - letting his daughter choose for herself. He questions her, and finds - that her affections are set on Holm. Holm, who has meanwhile awakened - to the fact that he is in love with Caroline, has made up his mind - that he must leave without a sign; but Van Wachler’s genial kindness - wins his secret from him, and, finding that the statesman respects him - for himself, and is willing to take his position and his past for - granted, and that all he has to do is, to consent to the engagement, - he can only shut his eyes for the moment, and accept the offered - happiness. In the second act, which, with a few unimportant - abridgments, is given entire in the text, General Van Weller, brother - to Mevrouw Van Wachler, and the elder Huser’s old friend and comrade, - returns from the Indies, determined to clear up the mystery of Gustaaf - Huser’s disappearance, and is unwittingly helped on to the right track - by Frans. In the third act, Holm and Van Bergen meet—the best side of - the latter comes uppermost, and he has a passing mood of repentance - and reconciliation. But Frans’ influence is too strong; he is - persuaded to take a base advantage of his rival, and tells the Van - Wachler family, in Holm’s presence, that the latter is not only - passing under a false name, but is an outlaw and a convicted felon. - Holm (who had previously made up his mind, for the sake of their old - friendship and his promise to his father, to renounce Caroline, in the - hope that her love—could he succeed in winning it—might save Van - Bergen) is stunned and driven to despair by this treacherous attack, - goes home to his lodgings, and is about to commit suicide, when he is - interrupted by a visit from a man whose children he saved from a fire - a year ago, and who has now brought them to see him. This man (Wolf) - discovers his purpose, and does not leave till he has persuaded him to - forego it. Scarcely has he gone, when Caroline comes in. She tells - Holm that she has come to bid him farewell, but that nothing that has - happened can make any possible difference to their love. If she may - not belong to him on earth, she will be his bride in the other life, - and wait for him there. So they part. - - Van Wachler is full of indignation at the way in which he considers - himself to have been deceived by Holm, but Van Weller arrives in time - to explain everything,—tells the whole story, sends for Holm, or - Huser, and sees his old friend’s son triumphantly righted, while Van - Bergen retires in disgrace. (See _A Rascally Valet_, p. 65.) - -Footnote 3: - - Strictly speaking, “Dominie,” in Holland, is a title reserved for - ministers, the old-fashioned designation of the schoolmaster being - simply “Meester.” But as the former title has, with us, become - inseparably attached to the latter profession, it has been thought - best to use it as the translation of “Meester.” - -Footnote 4: - - Equivalent to the French _garde-champêtre_ and the German - _Feldschütz_,—an official who is something between a gamekeeper and a - policeman. His duty is to patrol the fields and orchards with a gun, - and see that nothing is stolen. - -Footnote 5: - - Readers of Motley will not need to be reminded that this was the name - of William the Silent’s murderer. - -Footnote 6: - - “Wethouders:” corresponding to the “selectmen” of a New England - village. - -Footnote 7: - - _Doe wel en zie niet om_ (Do well, and don’t look behind you), was the - motto of the Knights of the Union. King Louis of Holland (Napoleon - I.’s brother) was but an indifferent Dutch scholar, and the tradition - goes, that, having to preside at a chapter of the above Order, he was - provided with a French phonetic version of their motto, as follows: - _Doux lainsi nid d’homme_. With the aid of this guide to pronunciation - he is said to have acquitted himself all right; but on another - occasion he came to grief by describing himself as the “friend and - rabbit” (Konijn, _quasi koning_, king) of his audience. - -Footnote 8: - - The Dr Watts of Holland. - -Footnote 9: - - A society at Amsterdam, which, besides fulfilling the usual functions - of a club, holds picture exhibitions and gives concerts, and founded - the zoological gardens in that city (hence often referred to as - “Artis,” _tout court_), to which its members have free right of entry. - Membership in “Artis,” as implied in the text, is a trustworthy - guarantee of respectability. - -Footnote 10: - - The hierarchy of Dutch etiquette is as follows, beginning from - above:—_Mevrouw_, _Juffrouw_, _Vrouw_. - -Footnote 11: - - _I.e._, confirmation. - -Footnote 12: - - Erroneously so. For, even though this is _not_ humour, it is quite - true that jokes of this sort are given out as such; and Master - Pennewip’s question can only have referred to this. The wig’s doubts - are therefore unfounded, and I would recommend to it the attentive - perusal of Professor Oosterzee’s treatise, “De Sceptici mo caute - Vitando.” - -Footnote 13: - - Two outlying districts of Amsterdam. - -Footnote 14: - - “_L’eau de reine_,” _i.e._, “eau de la reine de Hongrie,” known in - England as “Hungary water,” a fashionable perfume and restorative when - eau de Cologne as yet was not. Dutch ladies used to take it to church - with them instead of smelling-salts. Juffrouw Pieterse’s version of - the word is pronounced as spelt, the _y_ being long like that in the - English word _my_. - -Footnote 15: - - Intended for “marchand de parapluies.” The words in the above form - were the refrain of a favourite Amsterdam street song some seventy - years since. - -Footnote 16: - - The official known in a Dutch church as _Kerkmeester_ combines in - himself functions analogous to those of the English clerk and - churchwarden, or the Scottish beadle and precentor. - -Footnote 17: - - The Nes is a low part of Amsterdam, full of taverns and music-halls of - the worst description. - -Footnote 18: - - 20 stivers = 1 florin = 1s. 8d. - -Footnote 19: - - 5 stivers. - -Footnote 20: - - Two Leyden theological professors in the early part of this century. - -Footnote 21: - - The “Authorised Version” of Holland, published by order of the States - General, and in consequence of a resolution of the Synod of Dort, in - 1610. It was completed in 1634. - -Footnote 22: - - “Rederijkers” (_i.e._, “rhetorikers”) Kamer is the name given to the - literary societies which still flourish at the Dutch universities. The - name has come down from the fifteenth century, and the most famous - societies were those of “In Liefde Bloeiende” and “De Eglantier,” - further reference to which will be found in the Introduction. - -Footnote 23: - - There are two provinces of Limburg; one of them being part of Belgium, - the other of the Netherlands. In the latter (which is the one meant - here) the people are Romanists and call themselves Flemings, not - Hollanders. - -Footnote 24: - - Fourth part of a _stuiver_. - -Footnote 25: - - This story appears to have several morals, the reader being left free - to choose the one most in accordance with his own views. The author - himself is strictly impartial. Perhaps the most obvious is, that it is - not good to match your wits against those of the Roman Catholic - clergy, unless you have capital to back your opposition, and not - always even then. M. Seipgens does not obtrude his own views, and we - are not quite sure whether the conclusion is meant to be serious and - edifying, or whether there is an underlying _pointe d’ironie_. The - story gives a lively picture of life and manners in the Limburg - district, that picturesque and little known region which, though part - of Holland, is in some respects so un-Dutch. The language spoken there - is less like Dutch proper than some broad and harsh dialect of German, - such as they speak about Cologne. After some hesitation between the - two, we have given this sketch of Seipgens’ in preference to “Kobus - Mulders’ Vote,”—which also turns on politics and clerical influence, - and is, in some respects, more characteristic; but the crisis—when - Mulders and his family are cut off by the flood—comes too near tragedy - for such a book as this. - -Footnote 26: - - The scene of this play is laid on what is now the frontier between - Holland and Belgium,—the time is 1830,—when the southern provinces of - the Kingdom of Holland revolted. The Liberal (French) party allied - itself with the Clerical Ultramontanes against the Government, and the - news of the Paris Revolution precipitated the outbreak of a riot at - Brussels (August 25), which soon spread over the country. - -Footnote 27: - - This is an allusion to one Kissels, who had been getting his living by - exhibiting a whale’s skeleton at Amsterdam, and joined the Belgian - side on the outbreak of the war. - -Footnote 28: - - A Flemish expletive. - -Footnote 29: - - “Up with Orange!” the Dutch national war-cry. - -Footnote 30: - - _I.e._, is born to be hanged. The site of the gallows is the - _Rabenstein_ in old German ballads. - -Footnote 31: - - “Grease” here has the sense of what is figuratively called “palm-oil.” - -Footnote 32: - - An illustration of comfortable, “Philistine” selfishness. The pumping - is supposed to be going on either on board a leaking vessel, or at a - break in the dykes. - -Footnote 33: - - _I.e._, cotton and pepper. - -Footnote 34: - - This is puzzling at first sight, but apparently is a comparison - between the three nations in point of foresight and prudence,—the - knife standing for anything needed in case of emergencies. The - Hollander is always prepared, the Frenchman never, the Scot makes - assurance doubly sure. - -Footnote 35: - - Another uncomplimentary proverb has it that the Portuguese apprentice - wants to cut out clothes before he knows how to sew. - -Footnote 36: - - Lit. “Madam my consort.” - -Footnote 37: - - This marriage would be legal in Holland. - -Footnote 38: - - Two-wheeled trap or dogcart (a Malay word). - -Footnote 39: - - Chinese trader. - -Footnote 40: - - _Kabaja_ is a long loose jacket, and _sarong_ the Malay petticoat, - forming the usual morning dress of Dutch ladies in the Indies. - -Footnote 41: - - _Njo_ is the Malay title given to the eldest boy in a family (like - _baba_ in Hindustani); for a girl it is _Nonnie_. - -Footnote 42: - - “No.” - -Footnote 43: - - _Sambal_ answers to the curry of British India, and is as various in - its composition. - -Footnote 44: - - Broth. - -Footnote 45: - - The Javanese equivalent to “ayah.” - -Footnote 46: - - _See_ Introduction. - -Footnote 47: - - She was Everdine Huberte, Baroness Wynbergen, a portionless orphan of - good family, whose property, seized by rapacious relatives, afterwards - cost him a series of lawsuits. 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Werner</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Illustrator: Dudley Hardy</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: March 08, 2021 [eBook #64761]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: MFR, Richard Tonsing, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND ***</div> - -<div class='tnotes covernote'> - -<p class='c000'><strong>Transcriber’s Note:</strong></p> - -<p class='c000'>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><span class='xlarge'><em>HUMOUR SERIES</em></span></div> - <div class='c002'><span class='large'><span class='sc'>Edited by</span> W. H. DIRCKS</span></div> - <div class='c003'>THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>ALREADY ISSUED</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>FRENCH HUMOUR</cite></div> - <div class='line'><cite>GERMAN HUMOUR</cite></div> - <div class='line'><cite>ITALIAN HUMOUR</cite></div> - <div class='line'><cite>AMERICAN HUMOUR</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_frontis.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>FANCY’S FAIRY TALE.<br /><br /><span class='right'>[<em>See page <a href='#Page_119'>119</a>.</em></span></p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='titlepage'> - -<div> - <h1 class='c004'><span class='xlarge'>THE</span><br /> HUMOUR OF HOLLAND</h1> -</div> - -<div class='figright id002'> -<img src='images/i_title.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l c003'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>TRANSLATED, WITH AN INTRODUCTION, BY A. WERNER.</div> - <div class='line'>ILLUSTRATIONS BY DUDLEY HARDY AND OTHERS</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line c003'>LONDON</div> - <div class='line in2'>1893</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>WALTER SCOTT</div> - <div class='line in4'>LTD</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_vii'>vii</span> - <h2 class='c005'>CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i_vii.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<table class='table0' summary='CONTENTS'> - <tr> - <th class='c006'></th> - <th class='c007'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Introduction</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_ix'>ix</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The King’s Dream</span>—<em>Frederick Van Eeden</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_1'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Dominie</span>—<em>C. K. Elout</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_6'>6</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>My Hero</span>—<em>Conrad van der Liede</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_35'>35</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Newspaper Humour</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_52'>52</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>A Rascally Valet</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_55'>55</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Droogstoppel Introduces Himself</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_77'>77</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Droogstoppel Pays a Charitable Visit</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_83'>83</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Aphorisms</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_90'>90</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Of Self-Depreciation</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_93'>93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Of Education, with Practical Illustrations</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_94'>94</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Going into Business</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_112'>112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Two Parables</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_113'>113</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Thersites and Plato</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_115'>115</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Egotism</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_115'>115</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Story of Chresos</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_116'>116</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Fairy Tale that Fancy told Wouter</span>—<em>Multatuli</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_119'>119</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Half-an-hour at the Hair-dresser’s</span>—<em>Anon.</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_125'>125</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>In the Little Republic</span>—<em>L. H. J. Lamberts-Hurrelbrinck</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_139'>139</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Newspaper Humour</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_173'>173</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='pageno' id='Page_viii'>viii</span><span class='sc'>Fiction at Sea</span>—<em>A. Werumeus Buning</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_174'>174</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Newspaper Humour</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_178'>178</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Farmer Gerrit’s Visit to Amsterdam</span>—<em>J. J. Cremer</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_184'>184</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>No Sword</span>—“<cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Humoristisch Album</span></cite>”</td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_197'>197</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>A Student’s Lodgings Sixty Years Since</span>—<em>J. Van Lennep</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_200'>200</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>A Colonial Prize-Giving</span>—<em>Annie Foore</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_205'>205</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>How Mathis Knoups turned “Liberal” and then “Catholic” again</span>—<em>Emile Seipgens</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_212'>212</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Newspaper Humour</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_232'>232</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Candidate</span>—<em>T. H. Hooijer</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_252'>252</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Epigrams</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_257'>257</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Village on the Frontier</span>—<em>Van Lennep</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_261'>261</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Proverbs</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_290'>290</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>A Dutch Podsnap</span>—<em>Gerard Keller</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_293'>293</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Rough Draft of a New Set of Regulations</span>—<cite>Uilenspiegel</cite></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_346'>346</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>The Story of a Bouquet</span>—<cite>Uilenspiegel</cite></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_347'>347</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Unbidden Guests</span>—<em>Annie Foore</em></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_351'>351</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'><span class='sc'>Biographical Index of Writers</span></td> - <td class='c007'><a href='#Page_393'>393</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_ix'>ix</span> - <h2 class='c005'>INTRODUCTION.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_6 c008'>There appears to be an idea abroad to the effect that the -“Humour of Holland” could be most satisfactorily -dealt with in a chapter resembling the famous one “Of Snakes -in Ireland.” As the average English reader, in the most favourable -instances, knows little more of Dutch literature than a -name or two (Rembrandt has introduced us to “the poet -Vondel,” and if Southey were not so little read in these days -Bilderdijk and Cats would not be so unfamiliar), the subject -offers a free field to the constructive imagination. Yet even so, -one would think it must be obvious that the nation which has -produced a Teniers, a Jan Steen, and—in some of his moods—a -Rembrandt, could not be entirely destitute of humour. The -estimate of its quality may be a question of taste; but—though -many people practically do adopt this form of logic—we cannot -make the fact of our not finding it to our liking a ground for -denying its existence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Of course, before determining what the humour of a nation is -like, we need to know what is that nation’s intellectual bent as a -whole, and what forces have been at work to determine its -character. On this point we may quote a paragraph or two from -a Dutch writer, J. H. Hooijer, whom we shall meet again in the -course of these pages. He is describing a village in North -Holland, in the heart of the fat meadow-lands, famous for the -production of Dutch cheeses.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The same village which you find so depressing this -November day,—so damp, so clammy, so dripping with water,—makes -a very different impression when Spring, with full hands, -has showered her blossom-snow over the orchards, or in the -autumn, when the trees are hanging full of golden pears or rosy -apples. Greener meadow-land is nowhere on earth, unless it -be in the Emerald Isle itself. The rich green pastures have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_x'>x</span>velvety lights in the sunshine, and the splendid cattle—their -dappled skins smooth and shining as silk—show out to -advantage against it—colour on colour. At such times there -is a glow of colour in the whole landscape, which, strange as it -may sound, reminds one of the South,—a glow one might -almost think was stolen from the palettes of the Old Masters. -Every breath you draw is perfumed with new milk and flowers, -mingled with the salt smell of the sea. There is a fulness of outward -life—a bubbling up and overflowing of vital juices,—for -which they had an eye and a heart, those great old realists. The -man who despises a rich clover pasture, speckled here and there -with white-fleeced sheep; who cannot spare a look for the -magnificent horned cattle that stand staring at you, with dreamy, -half-sad gaze, over the fence, while Geertje’s black eyes flash -at you from behind the milking-pail,—well, he need not come to -North Holland. Intellects of this sort, exclusively devoted to -the contemplation of the sublime, will find everything ugly in -these parts. To such an one our Old Masters have nothing to -say; for him, Paul Potter’s art is a mere waste of time, and -many a racy bit of Vondel trivial nonsense. Happily the -cheery sun is of another mind, and his smile falls well-pleased -on the endless emerald plain. He nurses it, feeds it, warms it,—he -sweetens the blades of grass for the palate of the pampered -cow. And sometimes, just before setting, he draws along the -horizon, with purple finger, broad streaks of crimson fire, and -then the dykes flame out like ruby bands winding over the -green velvet robe of the earth, and you wish for the power of -wielding the brush, so as to throw on canvas what one might -almost call these brutal effects of colour.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Here we have a fertile country, with the means of existence -in plenty, but not one where it is easy to live without hard -work. These rich meadow-lands have been wrung from the -sea by the painful toil of centuries, and are only held by the -tenure of constant vigilance. But the struggle for existence is -not hard enough to exhaust the vital energies, and produce -a stunted careworn race. There is abundance of rough but -wholesome food, such as results in strong limbs and clear skins; -there is leisure for dancing and play—rough horse-play though -it may be—when work is done; that there is a recognised -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xi'>xi</span>place in life for mere beauty and luxury, is shown in the gold -head-ornaments of the women. There are no mountains to -suggest the sense of remoteness and mystery; and the grey -North Sea, with its sands and mud-flats, is rather a fact to be -accepted, a foe to be struggled with, in a grim matter-of-course -way from day to day, than the weird terror that the ocean is to -more imaginative peoples. But within the narrow and well-ordered -bounds of farm and homestead, there is a richness of -colour to fire the painter’s eye; the skies and sunsets are the -glorious ones that flame over fen and marshland, and winter -brings the joy of glittering ice and ringing skates. Life is and -has been less bare and hard than of old in Scotland; but on -the whole, the history of the two nations is somewhat similar, -and they have many points of character in common.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Both learned thrift, endurance, and foresight in a hard school; -both early acquired the inconvenient habit of thinking for themselves -and dispensing with any mental spectacles save those of -their own choosing; and both displayed a bull-dog tenacity in -holding by their hardly won rights. But after the Reformation -a marked difference becomes evident. Scotland only emerged -from the troubles of that epoch to encounter the religious -persecution of the Stuarts. The seventeenth century was fruitful -of heroism; it tried the national character as by fire, and -developed its sterner and deeper elements; it was not unfavourable -even to tenderness, of a rugged and undemonstrative -character, but the lighter side of life was left, for the time being, -entirely in abeyance. In the quieter time which succeeded the -Union, reaction soon became stagnation. The fiery earnestness,—call -it fanaticism, if you like,—which had been so tremendous a -force in action and endurance, now became a sour harsh -bigotry, lying like a leaden weight on men’s lives. It is one -thing to be in such deadly earnest over an urgent crisis, that -you have no time or inclination to admire a picture or laugh at -a joke; it is another to forbid such enjoyment to other people, -because it is inconsistent with the attitude of mind proper to the -crisis that is over and past. We all have <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">les défauts de nos -qualités</span></i>; and the mistakes of reformers include a tendency to -regard the conclusions at which they have arrived as final, and -an imperfect estimate of the relative value of means and ends—in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xii'>xii</span>other words, the inability to see when a truth (that is to say, -any particular statement of a truth) has done its work. This -general state of flatness and dulness could only be ended by a -volcanic outburst,—and such a one came in with Burns.</p> - -<p class='c009'>To return to Holland. The shaking off of the Spanish yoke -was followed by a period of peace and prosperity. Dutch ships -had for some time past been bringing home the wealth of -the Indies. Dutch admirals were finding their way into unknown -seas. Colonies sprang up in the Spice Islands, and the -money gained by trade turned the swamps reclaimed from the -sea into flower-gardens, or covered them with stately buildings. -Wealthy burghers, even of the strictest Calvinist persuasion, did -not appear to find their Protestant principles an obstacle to the -encouragement of painters and poets. Roemer Visscher and -his daughters, though members of the defeated and unpopular -church, kept open house at Amsterdam for all who loved art -and letters, and assembled round them the best wits of the time. -Gerbrand Bredero, painter and poet both, belonged to a -respectable burgher family, who—though grieved by the excesses -of his riotous youth, and sorely troubled by his contemplated -marriage with Alida Jansdoter, the pretty but characterless -widow who kept the Toren van Monnickendam tavern—do not -appear to have mourned over his choice of a vocation, or -regarded his plays as anything to disapprove of. Joost van den -Vondel, the tragic poet (in whose genius some have found an -excuse for belittling that of our own Milton), was a deeply -religious man; and though he seems to have suffered from the -aspersions of the religious, it was not so much on account of -his poems, as because he was a Baptist, and they Reformed -Calvinists. No doubt there <em>was</em> religious bigotry in Holland, -but there were also elements of healthy life which kept it in -check. And there was a time when thought became dull and -stagnant,—when the dead-weight of the commonplace, backed -by the double sanction of social and religious orthodoxy, forced -all individuality into its own prepared mould,—when the Dominie -looked with suspicion on every independent expression of -opinion, and the “Pious” kept a watchful eye on the Dominie,—but -that time was not yet. Betje Wolff, who suffered in her -youth from Cornelia Slimpslamp and Brother Benjamin,—and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiii'>xiii</span>never forgot it,—came in for part of it; but the worst was -not till after she and her friend Aagje had been laid to rest -side by side. That was the darkness just before the dawn; for -surely there never was such a world of dead forms and petty -conventions, such a stifling atmosphere of cant and artificiality, -as that in which Multatuli spent his childhood.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The humour of the Netherlands has, in common with that of -Scotland, a certain canniness and practical shrewdness, characteristic -of men and nations who have bought their experience at -first hand and a heavy price. But, whether for want of that touch -of Celtic fire which in Scotland has leavened the solid Teuton into -a thing quite unique in the world, or what else, there is a notable -lack of that dryness and terseness—that expressing more than the -whole by means of less than the half—which comes out in the best -Scotch anecdotes and sayings. It would be an insult to a listener -of average intelligence, to explain, for example, “It’s a puir shaw -for Kirkintilloch.” We are not sure that—supposing that the -exact equivalent to this joke existed in Dutch—the Netherlander -would feel the insult deeply; we rather think he would enjoy -the story the better for a half page or so of comments in addition -to the full explanation. Of this nature are many jocular -poems by the revered Father Cats, and the “Zinne-poppen” of -Roemer Visscher and his daughter Anna.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Netherlander likes his fun pretty obvious, and not too -concentrated. And the main characteristic of the said fun is its -breadth,—or rather what the Germans call <i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Breite</span></i>, for the English -word by no means conveys exactly the same idea. “Long-windedness” -alone does not express it; Coleridge’s “nimiety or -too-muchness” (which he calls a characteristic fault in the -German literary temperament) is much nearer the mark. It is -long-windedness combined with infinite multiplicity of detail,—a -gossipy, good-humoured, complacent triviality, which is the -essence of boredom. Voss’s “Luise” (which poem we doubt -whether any British person now living has read through) is a -shining example of the quality. Nothing is left to the reader’s -imagination—everything, and the reason for everything, is described -and explained at full length, till the best ideas are -swamped in floods of formless verbiage. In Holland, this kind -of writing flourished most extensively in the seventeenth and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xiv'>xiv</span>eighteenth centuries, and Father Cats, already referred to, -exhibits it in an excessive degree. He also shows an overpowering -desire to be improving,—another point common to the Scot -and the Batavian,—and the two things together made him, -for two centuries, out and out the most popular writer in -Holland.</p> - -<p class='c009'>As to “broad” farce, in the other sense of the word, Dutch -literature possesses a good deal of it, of such extreme latitude, -indeed, as to be for the most part entirely unavailable for this -volume. Besides, it is not amusing. The <em>Sotternieën</em>, or farces, -of the Middle Ages, were of an extremely rough and ready type, -to say no more, though Dr Jan Ten Brink accords them the -praise of “accurate observation of Flemish low life, and a real -comic gift.” They mostly turn on matrimonial difficulties, in -which a foolish husband gets the worst of it. More or less of -the same kind, though of a somewhat higher type, were the -farces (<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Kluchten</span></i>) of what we may call the Dutch Renaissance -(c. 1550–1650). They mostly turn on rough or even disgusting -practical jokes; they are written in clumsy, lumbering verse, -which has the effect of encouraging and intensifying the author’s -natural diffuseness; in short, whatever laugh-provoking power -they may once have had, most of them are now quite intolerably -dull. The best known are those of Coster, Vos, Jan Starter, -Hooft, Huygens (who made one excursion in this direction—<em>Trijntje -Cornelis</em>), and, above all, Gerbrand Bredero, whose -genius had not yet reached its highest point, when his short and -stormy life came to an end.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='sc'>Gerbrand Adriaenszen Bredero</span> was born at Amsterdam -in 1585. His father was a wealthy tradesman, at first a -shoemaker, and afterwards farmer of the taxes on wines and -spirits. Adriaen Bredero was a generous patron of art, and -intended his son to become a painter; but the latter, though he -studied for a time, and appears to have shown some degree -of talent, preferred to devote himself to literature. He -became a member of the chamber, <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">In Liefde Bloeiende</span></i>,<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c010'><sup>[1]</sup></a> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xv'>xv</span>and soon formed the acquaintance of Spieghel, the didactic -poet, and the genial Roemer Visscher, the scholarly author of -the “Zinne-poppen” and “Brabbeling.” An unhappy love for -Roemer’s younger daughter, Tesselschade, probably wrecked -his life, the greater part of which was spent in noisy dissipation, -alternating with intervals of deep depression. His work was -both lyric and dramatic; his principal plays are the tragicomedies -of “Roderick and Alphonsus” (1611), “Griane” -(1612), and “The Dumb Knight” (1618), to which may be added -the unfinished play “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Het daghet uyt den Oosten</span>,” the farces of -the “Cow” (1612), the “Miller” and “<span lang="fy" xml:lang="fy">Symen sonder Soeticheyt</span>” -(1613), and the regular comedies of “The Moor” (1615), and -“The Spanish Brabanter” (1618). The last-named, his masterpiece, -was intended to satirise (under the name of Jerolimo) the -Chevalier Theodor Rodenburgh, his rival in literature and in a -second unhappy love affair. From this bitter disappointment -Bredero never recovered. He died at the age of thirty-three, -after a lingering illness, tended with devoted care by his mother, -and comforted by the friendship of the gentle and earnesthearted -Vondel, whose religion was of a type to find easier -access to the stormy soul than the gloomy Calvinism of -Bredero’s relations. For further particulars of the poet’s life -the reader is referred to the works of Dr Jan Ten Brink, among -others an interesting historical novel (founded on contemporary -documents) entitled “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">De Bredero’s</span>,” which has appeared in -“<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Elsevier’s Geïllustreerd Maandschrift</span>” for 1891 and 1892. -Bredero’s farces are rough, and even coarse—a defect from -which his more elevated work, such as the “Spanish Brabanter,” -is not free; but this is a fault common to the comic literature of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xvi'>xvi</span>all countries at that epoch. He was no scholar, and though -acquainted with French, did not know Latin, a circumstance for -which his writing is probably none the worse. His comedy, -“Het Moortje” (“The Little Moor”), is an adaptation of a -French version of Terence’s “<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Eunuchus</span>,” and far inferior to -the “Spanish Brabanter,” which, though not absolutely original -(the plot is to a great extent taken from the Spanish novel -“Lazarillo de Tormes”), is as much so as most of Shakespeare’s, -and full of life and vigour. It is perhaps somewhat verbose, and the -irregular kind of ballad-metre in which it is written lends itself -to indefinite <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">longueurs</span></i>; but the character-painting is excellent. -Indeed, Bredero’s chief merit is the strong human sympathy shown -in his broad, vivid pictures of popular life. He gives us the life of -the street in Amsterdam as he knew it—the beggars, the scolding -wives, the money-lender, the poor gentleman with his frayed -velvet doublet and rapier showing through its worn sheath, the -gossiping sexton, the boys playing at marbles. It is evident -that Bredero was on the right track, and, had he lived, might -have produced even better work than this play,—perhaps founded -a new dramatic school, which might have repeated in Holland -the triumphs of our Elizabethan writers. Dr Ten Brink compares -him in his riotous enjoyment of life and noisy excesses to -Greene, Marlowe, and Massinger. It is difficult to extract any -single scene from the “Spaansche Brabander,” far and away -his best work; and, as, in fact, almost any attempt at translation -could reproduce only the faults of the original, it seemed -better to avoid courting inevitable failure.</p> - -<p class='c009'>English influence made itself felt in Holland during the -seventeenth century in more ways than one. Huygens, who -repeatedly visited England, and knew Donne, shows traces of -the “Caroline” manner in his poems and epigrams. Intercourse -between the two countries was frequent, and the connection, of -course, became closer still with their temporary union -under one sovereign. During the eighteenth century, Dutch -literature appeared to be on the wane. Foreign works—English -and French—were admired and read, and educated -persons took a certain pride in neglecting their native language -as a barbarous and uncultivated tongue. It was in a passionate -impulse of patriotism that Mevrouw Betje Wolff and Mejuffrouw -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xvii'>xvii</span>Aagje Deken determined to enter into competition with the -universally popular Richardson, and prove to the reading public -of Holland that a Dutch novel, showing Dutch characters amid -the everyday surroundings of Amsterdam, Utrecht, or the -Hague, might be quite as interesting as any foreign importation. -The result was the publication, in 1782, of the “History of -Mejuffrouw Sara Burgerhart,” which ran into a third edition in -1786.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='sc'>Elizabeth Wolff</span> and <span class='sc'>Agatha Deken</span> were two friends, -affectionately spoken of by their compatriots as Betje and Aagje, -who lived and wrote together, and collaborated so harmoniously -that it is impossible to distinguish their respective shares in -the works jointly issued by them. Elizabeth Bekker, born -at Flushing, July 24, 1738, is described as “a little delicate -woman, with penetrating dark eyes, twinkling with humorous -mischief.” Her lively spirit maintained a hard struggle against -the harsh old-fashioned Calvinism of her Zeeland home, as -represented by her elder brother Laurens. It was probably to -escape from this that, at twenty, she married a “dominie” of -fifty-two—the Predikant Adriaen Wolff. In the quiet of the -country parsonage she lived, happily enough, from 1759 to 1777, -devoted to her elderly husband, and with abundant leisure for -literature. During this period she wrote chiefly in verse, and -published several collections of poems; but, when left a widow -in 1777, she invited her friend Agatha Deken to live with her. -Agatha, three years younger than her friend, was an orphan, -brought up in the Amsterdam “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Weeshuis</span>,” who had been living -as companion with an invalid lady named Maria Bosch, also -given to poetry. The two friends first essayed themselves in -prose, by publishing “Letters on Various Subjects,” in 1780, -after which they gradually developed the idea of a novel in -letters, after the manner of Richardson. “The History of -Mejuffrouw Sara Burgerhart,” in spite of its somewhat repellent -epistolary form, remains capital reading to the present day. The -book is not so very long-winded, considering the epoch at which -it was written; the characters are clearly conceived and sympathetically -drawn; and there is a delicate humour which might -almost be compared with Jane Austen’s, but has a distinct flavour -of its own. The portraiture of Sara’s aunt, Mejuffrouw Hofland, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xviii'>xviii</span>and the designing parasites who make her their prey—Cornelia -Slimpslamp, and Brother Benjamin, the butcher’s man turned -preacher—reminds us of Betje Bekker’s bitterness against the -fanatical precisians (called by themselves “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">vromen</span>,” or pious, -and by others “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">fijnen</span>,” or subtle) who had darkened her youth. -“Sara Burgerhart,” published in 1782, was followed by a longer -work, “Historie van den Heer Willem Leevend,” which in some -respects surpasses it. In 1788 the friends left Holland, in consequence -of political changes, and settled at Trevoux in Burgundy, -where they remained till 1795, writing “Letters of -Abraham Blankaart,” and their third novel, “Cornelia Wildschut.” -Betje was robbed of her small property by a rascally -man of business; and, at the time of the Terror, narrowly -escaped the guillotine, being looked on as an aristocrat by the -republicans of Trevoux. They returned to Holland in 1795, -settled at the Hague, and set themselves to translating for a bare -living. Their last years were spent amid great financial difficulties -and privations, borne with their usual cheerfulness, and -one cherished wish was granted them at last,—Betje died -November 5, 1804, and Aagje only survived her nine days.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is a pity that these books are not of a kind to show -to advantage in extracts. To be appreciated, they must be -taken in bulk, as the character-drawing, which is their chief -attraction, only comes out indirectly, and point by point, in the -course of the letters. Which of the two collaborators should be -credited with the quiet humour—of the type recognised as -peculiarly feminine—which flashes through them, is a disputed -point, but it is usually attributed to Betje Wolff. Internal -evidence, and especially the history of her early life, seem -to point to her as having originated the character of Sara -herself, the bright, lovable, merry-hearted girl, so willing to -submit to loving guidance, but impatient of the gloomy restraint -of Aunt Susanna’s house, which called out all that was worst -in her nature. Agatha Deken, we are told, was a large, fair -person, of calm aspect and portly presence—somewhat prosaic -and matter-of-fact—yet the description does not exclude the -possibility of a certain “pawkiness,”—and probably there is no -hard and fast distinction to be drawn between the two, as regards -the humorous element. And, however that may be, “Sara -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xix'>xix</span>Burgerhart” is a charming book, and deserves to be much more -widely known than it is. Lovers of “Evelina” would delight in -its old-time quaintness, and even those without an especial -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">parti-pris</span></i> for the eighteenth century could not fail to appreciate -the delicately finished pictures of Dutch life. Some points in -this latter suggest the question whether many things which we -have been accustomed to consider as purely American manners -did not originate in the Dutch ancestry of the New-Yorkers. -The comings and goings of the young ladies at the Amsterdam -boarding-house, under the friendly (but to contemporary English -notions very inadequate) supervision of the Widow Spilgoed, -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">née</span></i> Buigzaam, is one of those. Others suggest themselves to an -attentive reader of the book. But this is only in passing. -Decidedly, an English version of “Sara” with a loving and -appreciative introduction by a capable hand, would be an -addition to the pleasures of life.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is no part of the plan of this brief sketch—which aims -throughout at being suggestive rather than exhaustive—to -furnish a comprehensive introduction to Dutch literature, or -even to that part of it to which these pages are exclusively -devoted. There is one point, however, which we must not overlook. -This is not the place—and perhaps, indeed, the time has -not fully come—to discuss the position which Multatuli holds, -or ought to hold, in his country’s literature; but it cannot fail -to strike any reader of this volume, that a large—perhaps disproportionately -large—number of pages is assigned to the work -of a writer cast in as un-Dutch, or even anti-Dutch, a mould as -it is possible to imagine. In fact, Multatuli stands as much -alone among the Dutch, as Heine does among the Germans; -and, by the same token, we might add, he is their only real -humorist, in the highest sense. This apartness is not to be -accounted for in Douwes Dekker’s case, by difference of race; -but then, he was partly the product of reaction, and there were, -after all, strong race-affinities in the deeper parts of his character. -He had every quality calculated to jar upon the feelings of the -Amsterdam <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">petits bourgeois</span></i> of his day: he had other ideals -than theirs; he would not be content to make money and -abstain from shocking the neighbours; he was nervous and -imaginative in a stolid and prosaic generation—lavishly extravagant -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xx'>xx</span>in a prudent, not to say parsimonious, one; but his -passionate love of freedom, his intolerance of shams, his resolute -refusal to utter the shibboleths of the age or bow before the idols -of the market-place, proved him of one blood with William of -Orange and Marnix de Sainte-Aldegonde. And, had he been -as altogether isolated as he seems at first sight, he could hardly -have become the force in national life that he now is. His “Max -Havelaar” was like a volcanic outburst breaking up the crust -of convention which had been slowly stiffening over Holland; -but it gave voice to a cry which had been stifled in thousands -of hearts. He spoke, and the younger generation answered him -as one man. To-day, in Holland, Multatuli is a name to conjure -with—a synonym for life, thought, progress, revolt against convention—for -everything that may be called modernity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was a crude, formless, unmethodical writer. “Max -Havelaar” is one of the most exasperatingly inartistic books -ever written, and it must always remain matter for regret that -he never seriously took in hand to complete and give artistic -unity to the brilliant fragments that form the unfinished history -of “Woutertje Pieterse.” But there is life and red blood in -everything he wrote—and that counts for far more than dead -correctness of form,—though, of course, the perfect form <em>enshrining</em> -the vitality gives it a chance to last longer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There is something in “Wouter” that reminds one curiously of -the “Story of an African Farm.” Not that we would infer that -the latter was suggested by the former—it may well be that its -author was, at the time, quite unaware of Multatuli’s existence; -and the agonies of isolated childhood are the same all the world -over. But there are certain points of resemblance which make -us think that a similar environment—the compound of dead -Calvinism, Dutch pseudo-propriety, and crass ignorance—produced -similar results. Though, perhaps it was natural that poor -Wouter, dreaming on the bridge by the saw-mill at Amsterdam, -should have less lofty visions than Waldo, dreaming on the -open veldt under the stars.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wouter began his career in the story with a crime. He -wanted very much to read a book in the circulating library, but -he had not the necessary twopence. His mother thought little -boys had no use for pocket-money. Besides, circulating libraries -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxi'>xxi</span>did not enter into Juffrouw Pieterse’s calculations from any point -of view. But it was so deadly dull at home, where there were -no interesting books left unread—and no one was supposed to -want to read at all, except Stoffel, the elder brother, who was a -pupil-teacher, and preparing for an examination,—and he did -long, with an unspeakable longing, for the “History of Glorioso -the Brigand.” So he sold his Bible, with the paraphrases at the -end, to a book-stall man on the Old Bridge (this particular is -never forgotten in subsequent references to the misdemeanour, -as though it had been an aggravation thereof), trusting to the -fact that the volume was not likely to be inquired after on a -week-day, to escape scot-free till Sunday. Which he did; but -with Sunday came discovery and swift retribution. But Wouter -did not mind that,—he had had his “Glorioso,” and was willing -to pay the price. That was not all, however;—this piece of juvenile -depravity had far-reaching consequences; but what they were -will be discovered from the extracts given in the text.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There is infinite humour, as well as infinite pathos, in the -description of the poor, starved child-soul, to which even a -trashy sensational novel could give some sort of outlook into the -ideal—for that was what Wouter’s (after all very innocent) -glorification of crime practically amounted to. No better proof -of the hold which Multatuli has over the hearts of his countrymen -could be given than the fact that many of his characters -have passed into proverbs. Juffrouw Laps, Dominie Pennewip, -the Hallemans,—“who were so very particularly respectable,”—and -others, are constantly to be met with in current literature.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And yet, curiously enough, his views are almost entirely -negative. He is a preacher of revolt—a revolt often blind, -illogical, inconsistent with itself, and which, from our point of -view, seems curiously out of date—so that one is apt to forget -he has only been dead six years,—and he is seldom, if ever, a -teacher of anything else. It proves how greatly the revolt was -needed, and what was the power of that Dagon of convention -against which he directed his blows.</p> - -<p class='c009'>One word about the drama<a id='r2' /><a href='#f2' class='c010'><sup>[2]</sup></a> from which an extract has been -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxii'>xxii</span>given. It was one of his earliest works, being written at Padang -(Sumatra) in 1843, when he was little more than a youth; and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiii'>xxiii</span>he himself in later years, was sarcastic enough at the expense of its -“lachrymose sentiment” and emotional idealism. Perhaps it does -err by excess in this direction, especially in Holm’s interminable -monologues,—perhaps, also, the comic scenes force the note a -little, and are not free from the trick of catch-words,—but the -play, as a whole, is a capital one, and was, we believe, very -successful on the stage. He wrote another serious drama, in -verse, the “Vorstenschool,” which has never been acted, but -perhaps for political rather than dramatic reasons. It seems a -pity that he did not make more sustained efforts in this style of -writing, which would have chastened the formlessness above -alluded to as marring his work; but he seems to have been too -impatient in getting his thoughts on paper to submit to the -necessary restraints.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It will be noticed that this selection includes specimens from -both Dutch and Belgian writers. The fact is that Belgium, -from a literary point of view, scarcely exists. The written language -is the same for both countries, the differences being mainly -local and dialectical. After Brabant and Flanders had ceased -to be Spanish provinces, and prior to the Revolution of 1830, -the two portions were respectively known as Noord and Zuid -Nederland. After 1830, the national language was, for a time, -entirely discredited, and Belgium threatened to become a mere -imitation of France, if not actually an appendage to that country. -Of late years a reaction has set in. A knowledge of Flemish -is required by law of all Government officials, except in those -districts exclusively inhabited by the Walloons, who are supposed -to speak French, though in fact, they discourse in a -tongue which no mortal but themselves can understand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There is an increasing number of Flemish papers,—the comic -ones especially doing valiant service on the national side. In -1883 a law was passed rendering the teaching of Flemish (or -“Netherlands,” as both Dutch and Belgians prefer to call it) -obligatory in all intermediate schools. At Ghent University, -moreover, all lectures are now delivered in that language, as -well as some of the courses at the Universities of Brussels and -Louvain. Straws show which way the wind blows; and, though -a trifle, it is a significant one, that the streets of Antwerp are -now labelled in Flemish, as well as French, and that public -<span class='pageno' id='Page_xxiv'>xxiv</span>notices, advertisements, &c., when not bi-lingual, are usually -Flemish.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The time of this linguistic reaction has also been one of -revival in the national literature. Maeterlinck, it is true, writes -in French; and a small coterie of less-known writers, calling -themselves <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">La Jeune Belgique</span></i>, have chosen that language as the -vehicle of their inspirations; but these do not represent the -main current of the national life. For a long time, Conscience -stood almost alone as a Flemish writer, and he was only known -to the outer world through the medium of French translations. -Now we have, of poets, Pol de Mont, De la Montagne, Hilda -Ram, and Hélene Swarth, who, had she written in a more -widely known language, would be recognised as one of the -world’s greatest lyrists;—of prose-writers, Stijns, Virginie Loveling, -Segers, Smits, Van Cuyck, Anton Moortgat, Emile Seipgens, -and many others. Not all of them are available for our present -purpose,—but some, as will be seen, have been selected from.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In conclusion, I would express my indebtedness for valuable -information kindly given by Mr Frans Van Cuyck, of the Public -Library, Antwerp, and author of “Twee Huwelijken,” “Sinoren,” -and other works.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A. WERNER.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter ph1'> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>THE HUMOUR OF HOLLAND.</div> - </div> -</div> - -</div> - -<div> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_1'>1</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE KING’S DREAM.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_001.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“I STROLLED THOUGHTFULLY ALONG THE BEACH.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c011'><em>King Bilbonzo</em>. It is well. We ourself now desire to make -an important communication to you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon</em> (<em>Prime Minister and Chancellor of the Kingdom</em>). -We are all attention.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_2'>2</span><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> It pleased us to have a very strange dream -last night.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Courtiers.</em> Aha!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> I dreamed, gentlemen, that I was on an -island in the midst of the ocean. My royal palace, surrounded -by luxuriant gardens, stood in the centre of the -island. My whole retinue was assembled there,—they were -all laughing, dancing, and feasting. On all sides, smiling -faces, rustling silks, and waves of sweet dance-music. Meanwhile, -I strolled thoughtfully along the beach, reflected on -the bounties of nature, and picked up shells.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Courtiers.</em> Ah!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> But suddenly the ground trembled under -my feet. I looked up, and perceived that the whole island -was moving under me. It heaved, rocked this way and -that, rose and fell on the water, and, finally, shot swiftly over -the surface of the foaming sea. The beautiful island, my -lords and gentlemen, was a living, terrible sea-monster!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Courtiers</em> (<em>in horror</em>). Ah!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> My courtiers clung to me in terror. My -head swam. Suddenly the monster dived, and the sea at once -destroyed the palace and gardens. I myself, with a few -faithful ones—you, my lords, among the number—remained -bobbing up and down, holding to an empty cask. But the -monster came once more to the surface, lifted a huge -dripping mouth out of the water, and swallowed us all.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Courtiers.</em> B-r-r-r!—most horrible!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> However, after a short interval of -oppressive darkness, it cast us out again uninjured—and I -found myself in my bed!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Courtiers</em> (<em>drawing a long breath of relief</em>). Eh!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> What is your opinion, my lords? Is this -a prophetic vision?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> It is a fact that the prophet Jonah, some time -<span class='pageno' id='Page_3'>3</span>since, had the honour of experiencing something very like -what your Majesty has just dreamed.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Does any of you think himself in a position -to explain this dream to me? [<em>All shake their heads.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Sire, I have been told that there is, at this -moment, a Spanish magician staying in our capital. Perhaps -he might be able to comply with your wish. I have already -given orders to have this person searched for—probably he -has already reached the palace....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Why! this is exceedingly interesting! -Be so good as to bring the man into our presence at once.</p> - -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit Palaemon.</em></div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Palaemon</span>, <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>Don Torribio</span>, a <em>Spanish magician</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Here is the man.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Come nearer, my friend.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> Who told you that I am your friend? Are -you in the thought-reading business too?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Homaris</em> (<em>3<sup>rd</sup> Minister</em>). This is an unmannerly customer.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Do you know you are speaking to the King?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> Why, yes,—I thought so. I presume no -one else would wear such a head-gear.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Silence, my lords!—this is evidently an -eccentric man. Let him alone. Magicians, fools, and poets -have ever been allowed a certain familiarity with princes.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> You forget to add <em>fleas</em>, my prince.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Ministers.</em> Hush!—shame!—shame!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Decency! decency!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> I assure you they are very decent well-behaved -little beasts, O King. They have never bitten you -in your absence! They are the most honest of your subjects. -They have never taken anything from you without informing -you of the fact. There are not many like that. And they are not -at present suffering from hunger. Not many like that either.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo</em>. Silence, now! Do you know wherefore -you have been summoned hither?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_4'>4</span><em>Don Torribio.</em> Certainly. We are going to act a little play -together. You are Nebuchadnezzar, and I am Daniel.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo</em> (<em>to Palaemon</em>). I see your Excellency has -already enlightened him.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Certainly not, your Majesty.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Ah! this is indeed surprising. Listen -then, and I will tell you my dream.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> No, no—you need not let me off any of -my part. I mean to play Daniel entire—but I am not going -to let you off the grass-eating, either! Do you listen to me, -and I will interpret the dream.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Well—this is astonishing!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Ministers.</em> Think of that, now!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Homaris.</em> All pre-concerted!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> Gathering shells is an innocent and even -laudable employment,—but it should be carried on on a safe -shore, and not within reach of hungry sea-monsters.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Every man—and more especially a king—ought to know -what his house is built on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If your house happens to stand—not on a rock foundation, -but on the back of a sleeping whale, you must not dance too -vigorously, or you will probably wake the brute.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is safer to swim about in the sea on the back of a shark, -than to be king of a famished people.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The conclusion of your dream I will interpret to you -after the grass-eating. Now it is your turn.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> This is really going too far! Our -toleration has reached its limits. Can you be wanting to -sow discord between Us and our beloved people? Out of -our sight, impious liar!—this very moment!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Hyacinthe</em> (<em>the Poet-Laureate—seated next to the King</em>). -Majesty!—look out for your crown!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Oh!—thanks! [<em>Sets his crown straight.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Don Torribio.</em> <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Omen accipio.</span></i> How do you wish me to -disappear, O King?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span><em>Palaemon</em> (<em>to a footman</em>). Fetch the lictors to remove this -person.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> My lords, you will agree with me that a -man like this is very dangerous to the State.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Homaris.</em> I had feared as much, Sire! He is a clever -quack, and what he sells is poison for the people.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Lepidus.</em> But his knowledge was something wonderful.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Homaris.</em> Tricks!—most likely there’s bribery at the -bottom of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Hyacinthe.</em> Or else atheistic magic.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> In any case, my Lord Palaemon, you ought -to have taken measures somewhat earlier to prevent his doing -harm.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> He shall be thrown into chains at once.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Amenias</em> (<em>4<sup>th</sup> Minister</em>). It is really a case for capital -punishment.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> No—our delight is to show mercy. When -the judges have condemned him to death, we will commute -the sentence into penal servitude for life.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>A Footman.</em> Your Excellency!—the lictors.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>[<em>Torribio has suddenly vanished during the previous conversation.</em>]</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Let this man be strictly confined.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>A Footman.</em> What man, your Excellency?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> Here—what! Where is he?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Ministers.</em> What! Where is he? Gone?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> This is unspeakably insolent!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Amenias.</em> He was standing here when I last saw him.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Palaemon.</em> He was standing here.</p> - -<p class='c009'>[<em>They search all over the room.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo</em> (to <em>Amenias</em>). What is that on the floor?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Amenias</em> (<em>picking it up</em>). A tuft of grass, Sire!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> This is infamous ribaldry.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Lepidus.</em> It is very mysterious.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Homaris.</em> Jugglers’ tricks! We have all been made fools of.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span><em>Footman</em> (<em>opening a door</em>). Breakfast is served, your Majesty!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>King Bilbonzo.</em> Come, my lords,—search no further! It -is not worth while. Follow me! [<em>He retires with dignity</em>.]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Hyacinthe</em> (<em>follows, improvising</em>)—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Shall hate and envy dim its lustre—</div> - <div class='line in2'>The crown on royal brows that glows—</div> - <div class='line'>And rob the People of their father,</div> - <div class='line in2'>And lead both parties by the nose?</div> - <div class='line'>La, la, la, la—no, never! no, never!</div> - <div class='line in2'>La, la, la!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>[<em>Exeunt omnes, following one another in a solemn procession.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'><span class='sc'>Frederick Van Eeden.</span></div> - <div class='line'>(<em>From the Comedy of “Don Torribio.”</em>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>THE DOMINIE.<a id='r3' /><a href='#f3' class='c010'><sup>[3]</sup></a></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“It is a very serious matter,” said Gerrit Rond, the burgomaster, -to Kobus.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very serious, indeed,” replied Kobus, the <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">veldwachter</span></i>.<a id='r4' /><a href='#f4' class='c010'><sup>[4]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>“It is a disgrace to the whole parish!” continued the -burgomaster.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“An everlasting disgrace!” repeated the veldwachter.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then followed an ominous silence, in the course of -which the burgomaster, with gloomy countenance and wildly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>rolling eye, attentively followed the movements of a fly -which was leisurely walking about the stately expanse of his -waistcoat; while the veldwachter kept a watchful eye on his -superior’s features, that he might not fail to mould his own -accordingly. In the meantime, he knit his brows, and -provided himself with a half-expectant, half-threatening expression.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_007.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“IT IS A DISGRACE TO THE WHOLE PARISH!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>At length the reverend head of Gerrit, the burgomaster, -solemnly rose upright, and his reflection opposite did the -same.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Kobus,” said Gerrit, “it <em>must</em> be seen to.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Kobus replied: “It <em>shall</em> be seen to, if your worship -pleases.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>“Very good, Kobus; and I <em>do</em> please—of that I assure -you....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I think I’ve got something,” said Gerrit, with an astute -smile, and rubbed his nose with a civic forefinger, in a -satisfied way.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ha!” cried Kobus, triumphantly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, surely, ... surely, ...” said Gerrit, as though -thinking aloud,—still, astute, smiling, and rubbing his -nose, ... “But let us at least go over the whole thing once -more—at least the main point.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shall I tell your worship once more, exactly?” asked -Kobus, with a self-satisfied laugh.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, yes, it will be just as well. I can then weigh the -importance of the whole matter so much better. Just go -on,” said the burgomaster, with the lofty attitude of one who -is quite sure of himself, and can afford to wait for anything, -seeing that his resolution is already taken.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I will therefore tell your worship, once more,” began -Kobus, “that on Saturday week—a fortnight ago to-morrow—Jan -o’ the Wood came running into my house with a face—with -a face....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Like Balthasar Gerard’s,”<a id='r5' /><a href='#f5' class='c010'><sup>[5]</sup></a> the burgomaster helped him -out, with a certain gloomy majesty befitting the dignity of -his position and his historical knowledge.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That would be just about it,” said Kobus, with deep -respect, and then went on. “He rushed into my house -with a face like—h’m, h’m—it’s sinful to think of—what a -face the man had! And first he dropped down on a chair, -and couldn’t speak a word—not a letter—your worship! My -wife gave him a glass of water, and she said, says she, -‘Come, Jan, just drink a little, and then you’ll come to -yourself again, and then you can tell us what’s the matter.’ -<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>That’s what she said, your worship,—for them women-folk -are always so curious, and she was just on fire, I tell you. -Jan soon got his breath, and then it came out—how, that -night—last Saturday week, a fortnight ago to-morrow—two -baskets full of pears had been taken away from his trees—two -whole baskets, your worship!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit Rond, the burgomaster, the principal resident, -and the respected head of his parish, stroked his plump -chin complacently, and looked at his factotum, quietly -smiling.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well; and what more, Kobus?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Such imperturbable calm must surely conceal a great -plan, thought the veldwachter; and he was several seconds -recovering from his consternation. Then he stammered,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And ... and ... nothing more, your worship. I -reported the matter to you at once; I drew up the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">procès-verbal</span></i>. But though I have done my best to find out....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The honest veldwachter completed his sentence by -shrugging his shoulders, extending his arms, and dropping -them again,—illustrating the whole pantomime by a face -expressive of the utmost helplessness.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But now Gerrit Rond, burgomaster, the principal resident, -and respected head of the community, arose from his -municipal arm-chair, and spake,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Kobus, I know it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Kobus listened in breathless excitement.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Kobus,” the burgomaster went on, looking round him -with vigilant eyes, as though he suspected that pear-thieves -might be hidden in the corners of his sitting-room,—“Kobus, -did he steal <em>all</em> the pears?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The veldwachter was silent, and looked questioningly at -the burgomaster. He could not make out what the latter -was driving at.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I mean,” explained the father of the citizens, “whether -Jan o’ the Wood has not got a single pear left on his trees?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>“Well; no, sir. Two baskets the rascal made off with; -but how many baskets there were to be had in that orchard, -I don’t know. It’s quite terrible the way Jan’s trees bear, -and everything prime quality, large-sized, and juicy. I -think Jan’s father had them before him, and he must have -brought them....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That will do, Kobus,” the burgomaster interrupted his -subordinate; “but that’s not the point.... So the pears -have not <em>all</em> been removed? I mean, by this, that the -thief has not unlawfully possessed himself of the <em>whole?</em>”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, no, your worship.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now, Kobus, look here.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Kobus listened respectfully, understanding that the critical -moment had now arrived.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My father, Kobus, was a man of sense, and when he -had enjoyed anything, he always used to say, ‘This peach -tastes of more.’”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Kobus, as though suddenly enlightened,—whereas, -in truth, he was more puzzled than -ever.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And, look you, Kobus, the apple can never fall far from -the tree. My father was a sensible man; and I, too, say, -‘This peach tastes of more,’ and....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Here the burgomaster looked through his half-closed -eyelids with an air of infinite sagacity, and added, slowly -dragging out his words, one by one,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“... And—that—I suspect—the thief—will—say—too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“O-o-oh!” bellowed the veldwachter; “I understand—the -thief will want more pears. He will come back, and -then we’ll catch him?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The burgomaster looked at his factotum with a paternal -air of approbation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Kobus!” said he, “something may be made of you yet!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Does your worship think that?” cried Kobus, in an -<span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>ecstasy,—and a rosy prospect instantly appeared before his -mind’s eye—chief agent in a large town, commissioner of -police, nay, perhaps,—but that he would not have dared to -say out loud for any money in the world,—perhaps, one day, -even burgomaster!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But now to business, Kobus! This very night we will -try to catch the thief; and my name is not Gerrit Rond if -we don’t succeed. We’ll hide in Jan’s orchard, and when he -comes we’ll collar him, and then....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Here the burgomaster-detective pointed downwards. Under -the tower of the court-house there was a vault or cellar of -masonry, which usually served as a receptacle for old iron and -thieves; the latter destination, however, was unknown, save by -tradition, for only the very oldest inhabitants of the village -dimly remembered an evil-doer being imprisoned there.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Kobus then suggested that it might be as well to take his -son Hannes with him on their expedition, a suggestion which -might have been unkindly interpreted by outsiders, for there -were unpleasant reports current about the brave <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">garde-champêtre’s</span></i> -reluctance to pursue criminals alone. The suggestion, -however, found favour in the eyes of the magistrate, as it -would enable them to take forty winks while the boy watched -for the appearance of the thief. This being settled, Kobus -withdrew, to reappear at the appointed time that evening. -But he had not been gone long when a loud knocking startled -the burgomaster out of an incipient reverie.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come in!” he cried, somewhat ungraciously, and the -opening door revealed Kobus’s bearded face; but this time -with so scared an expression, and such wildly rolling eyes, that -Gerrit turned rigid with terror and, pale as death, held on to -the back of his chair for support, as he stammered,</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wh—wh—what is it, Kobus?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Burrgemeesterr</em>,” rolled out Kobus, hoarsely, making as -much as possible of the <em>r’s</em>, and putting his head round the -door without coming into the room, “the thief of the apples -<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>that were stolen from Piet Stein a year and a half ago, and -this thief of the pears....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The same,” sighed the burgomaster, struck with consternation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your worship,” said Kobus, “it is a conspiracy! Shall -we—should we—go and ask the Dominie?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But scarcely had Kobus uttered this fatal word than he -darted out of the door and up the street, and it was long -before his mind’s eye had lost sight of that frightful picture: -the burgomaster, purple in the face, and boiling over with -indignation; and the voice of his superior thundered in his -ears with all the annihilating force of contempt.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Dominie!” was all he had said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The village schoolmaster was an old man of sixty-three, -who, ever since his twentieth year, had stood, day after -day, Sundays excepted, behind the same desk, leading the -peasants’ children from the spelling of s, p, a—spa, to the -four elementary rules of arithmetic. Every year a few left -him, being found ripe for forgetting at the plough-tail what -they had learnt in the schoolroom, and every year fresh -aspirants for s, p, a—spa, appeared on the scenes. So he -had grown old at his work, and his work with him. For he -belonged to the pre-examination days—he was a “<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">schoolmeester</span></i>,” -not an “<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">onderwijzer</span></i>.” The new generation looked -on him rather as a curiosity, a touchstone of progress, a -souvenir of old times, than a living being, a wheel in the -world-machine of the nineteenth century. Other men of -his age had gone with the stream, and followed its capricious -windings; he had landed on the bank, and followed his own -old path; his mind had rusted into the old groove, and he -could not extricate it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He had already received hints that he ought to retire, to -ask for his pension, so as to make way for modern forces; but -the idea of ceasing to stand before his class and behind his -desk was too strange to the old man—too new!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>So he remained on for the present, till his resignation -should no longer be a matter of choice.</p> - -<p class='c011'>The elder children were busy doing sums; the younger -ones were being attended to by the Dominie himself.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But how strange he was to-day! It sometimes seemed as -if he heard nothing of the lesson the children were droning -over,—saw nothing of the tricks the older ones were up to -in the background,—as if, in fact, he were thinking of something -entirely different. He had such fits, sometimes. -How funny it was, now, when he dipped his pencil into -the inkstand, instead of a penholder, and, shortly afterwards, -abstractedly put it into his mouth! What a face he made -when he found it out! The whole school had simply yelled -at the joke, and the Dominie had got very angry, and put -the whole lot of them in detention. Later, however, he -almost laughed at the matter himself, and allowed them all -to go home. Such foolish and absurd things he used to do -every now and then; and the reason for this was, as the -burgomaster said, because the Dominie was “an obstructive -fellow,” and “not practical.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And when the burgomaster said so, every one believed -him, for the burgomaster was considered a very clever man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But, after all, the Dominie was cleverer still.</p> - -<p class='c009'>For, indeed, there were sometimes things that the Dominie -himself did not know,—of course, for no man can know everything. -But, in those cases, he always said, “I’ll just look it -up.” And then he looked in his books, and kept on looking -till he found it; and he always did find it, because he had -such piles of books! For, after all, that was where things -were to be found—in books! For this reason the burgomaster -was not so clever as the schoolmaster; he had scarcely -any books at all. This was one cause of the burgomaster’s -dislike. He was Gerrit Rond, <em>the burgomaster</em>, the first man -in the village; and the Dominie was just the schoolmaster. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>And, naturally, the former could not endure being looked on -as less clever than the latter. But he did not utter this -opinion aloud; he sometimes needed the Dominie’s help in -“just looking up something,” and swallowed his dislike as -best he could; but people could see it all the same.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes, indeed! the Dominie was particularly clever!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Once it befell that Piet Stein’s son came home from the -city, where he had “studied” with a view to becoming -assistant-teacher; and on that occasion he had said, in the -presence of his father, “All the Dominie’s cleverness is worth -nothing; he is antiquated, and doesn’t know French.” Piet -Stein, junior, was well acquainted with the French language; -he had just learnt it. But Piet Stein, senior, seized his promising -son by the collar, and dealt him a well-intentioned -thrashing, “to knock these new-fangled notions out of him -once for all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>For the schoolmaster was a knowledgeable man. He lived -with his books, and—which was less obvious to the eyes of -the world—with his instruments and his medicine-chest. -For years past he had been practising on his own account, -and had acquired a certain medical reputation among the -peasants of the neighbourhood as well as within the village. -He had, in truth, treated several cases within the last few -years with great success; but it might be better not to -inquire how many earlier trials had failed. Then came the -new ideas—the laws against unlicensed doctoring were strictly -enforced, and he received warnings from various quarters, of -which, however, he took no notice. He could not understand -why he might not try to lessen people’s sufferings, as -well as other men, who usually did not succeed any better -than he. It had become to him a passion, an aim in life, -a vocation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>So he obstinately went his own way, in spite of warnings, -till the doctors, whom he injured in their practice, at last lost -patience, and prosecuted him. He was convicted and fined, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>and from that time his medical career was over,—at least so -it was universally reported. It seemed strange, however, that -now and then a sick person made a wonderful recovery, -without having been treated by the doctor.</p> - -<p class='c011'>Now, one evening it happened that old Klaas, the shepherd, -was seriously ill, and had asked for the schoolmaster. -The Dominie had said “No,” but he had meant “Yes”; for -though no longer allowed to do any doctoring, he could not -keep from it. So he meant to wait till it was dark, and then -slip out unnoticed to Klaas’ cottage.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In Jan o’ the Wood’s orchard three figures were crouching -down behind three low dwarf pear-trees, and each of the -three had his head full of thoughts that were not those of his -neighbour. The burgomaster was chiefly tortured by the -idea that on the good or ill success of the evening’s undertaking -depended the preservation of his official dignity; for, -seeing that he had enjoined the strictest secrecy on the -veldwachter, and his promising son and heir, the only question -was which of the two would most speedily spread abroad -the whole story through the village. But, over and above -this, the respected head of the community was trembling like -an aspen-leaf, for before his mental eye there arose a vision -of a robber—yes, truly and literally, <em>a robber</em>,—a man with a -long beard, bristling hair, and bloodshot eyes,—a man who -goes about with jemmies and murderous weapons on his -person, and—and—who might kill you if you came in his -way, you see!</p> - -<p class='c009'>The veldwachter was, before all things, eager to behold the -heroic feats of the burgomaster, for he was firmly convinced -that the mere presence of the great man was sufficient to -compel the miscreant to run into the snare. For terror there -was <em>now</em> no room in his martial spirit,—for, after all, he had -Hannes with him!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Hannes was a big sturdy chap, who at fifteen might well -<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>have been taken for eighteen,—a fellow with fists like engine-buffers, -and a face which, for shrewd intelligence of expression, -was about equal to that of a sheep. Hannes was -burning with impatience to hammer away at the malefactor; -hitherto he had only tried his strength on mere vagabonds, -but now he was to have the opportunity of measuring -himself with a real thief. That would be something to -boast of!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thus the three would-be thief-catchers sat in the greatest -excitement behind three of the smallest dwarf pear-trees that -any one can imagine.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A considerable time elapsed, during which even the -strained senses of the triumvirate could perceive nothing -which, in the remotest degree, resembled even a fraction of a -thief. At last Hannes’ patience was exhausted, and with it -his capacity for silence. “Dad,” he began in a whisper, “if -he comes, am I to take him by the throat and choke him, -or shall I punch his head till he falls down dead?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know,” replied the veldwachter, in an equally -cautious whisper, at least as low as his love for gutturals and -sibilants would allow, “I’ll just ask his worship.” Thus did -Kobus, and repeated the gruesome question to the burgomaster, -thereby sending a shudder through the latter’s limbs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Tell him,” said the heroic man to his heroic subordinate, -who was squatting between his superior and his son, “that -he must seize him by the legs, so as not to come within -reach of his hands; the thief is sure to have daggers and -pistols to defend himself with if he is attacked.” Thus spake -the wise man; but the real reason for his caution was that he -felt there might be disagreeable consequences for himself if -Hannes received the thief in too heavy-handed a manner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The veldwachter passed on the message in a whisper to -his son:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hold him by the legs, Hannes!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right, dad,” replied Hannes, though he did not understand -<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>why he was to treat the criminal so gently. But the -burgomaster had said so,—in other words, the oracle had -spoken, and so——</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was very quiet, in the dark, behind Jan’s pear-tree. -The burgomaster dropped his venerated head, and slept. -When Kobus heard the low sound of snoring beside him, he -turned to his son, and said:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hannes, his worship is off; I think I’ll have a nap too; -keep a good look-out, and give me a push if you see anything -wrong.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right, dad,” said Hannes, and he sat bolt upright, -and opened his eyes still wider than before. But the duet at -his side, the darkness all round him, and the weariness in his -eyelids, made him close them now and then. He struggled -bravely against sleep, but there was no one to help him. -And he was only fifteen, and it was so late and so dark, and -Hannes fell into a doze.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now and then he was awakened for a moment or so by -the uneasy thought that he was the one who had to watch. -On one of these occasions, he thought he saw a dim figure -pass right before him in this dark, and to hear steps—hurried -footsteps. He rubbed his eyes, and—yes—there was some -one carefully opening the gate and leaving the orchard.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Hastily Hannes awakened his parent, in the gentle manner -prescribed and told him, in a whisper, what he knew. The -awful tidings were then reported to the burgomaster, and -a moment later the trio were on their way to seek the thief, -who surely, as the veldwachter supposed, was just carrying -away his booty. Hannes went first, the burgomaster -followed, and Kobus formed the rearguard. This order had -been determined by the burgomaster. “For,” said he, “as -head of the community, I ought to have the most protection.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>In this way the police force wandered aimlessly about for -some time. Hannes did not know for certain what direction -<span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span>the thief had taken after leaving the orchard; and, besides, -there was scarcely any light. It really seemed as though -the moon were taking upon herself to play at bo-peep with -the most worshipful the burgomaster, for she chose not to -show up at all. Yes, perhaps, indeed—oh! scandalous -thought!—she was making faces at the great man behind her -thick curtain of clouds! Who knows?—there are such queer -stories told about the moon.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The expedition, then, returned to the orchard unsuccessful, -and once more took up its position behind the dwarf -pear-trees. That the miscreant might yet return seemed -probable, as Hannes assured them that he had indeed seen -him carrying something under his arm, but not a large sack -or anything of that sort. He could not, therefore, have taken -<em>much</em> with him. And they waited—waited—waited....</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meanwhile the schoolmaster had quietly gone on his way. -The better to escape observation, he did not take the nearest -way, along the main street, but went out into his back -garden, opened a little gate which led into Jan o’ the Wood’s -orchard, struck right across the orchard, and so reached -a lane leading round to the other side of the village. Here -he turned into a wood, and, following a small winding footpath, -came at length to a lonely cottage, seemingly forsaken, -hidden away among the tall trees. Here he seemed a -habitual visitor. At least he lifted the latch without first -knocking, opened the door, and found himself in an apartment -serving at the same time as bedroom and kitchen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A close, heavy air, and an ominous stillness, seemed to -oppress him as he entered. But the Dominie was not -easily daunted. He felt about till he found a lamp standing -on the table, and lit it. With the light, life seemed to come -into the dead silence of the room; at least a low moaning -was heard from a corner where there was a bedstead, and a -broken voice asked, “Who’s there?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s I, Klaas, the schoolmaster,” announced the visitor; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>and, bending over the sick man, he went on, “How is it -with you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s all up, Dominie, it’s all up,” gasped the voice. “Oh, -Klaas is no great loss—not much; oh no!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>There seemed to be reason enough for such an estimate; -at least the man who lay there dying did not give the idea -of one whose loss society would feel very keenly. The -flickering lamp-light showed the bed-place, let into the wall -like a ship’s berth, in an indefinite half-darkness, except -the head, on which a dull yellow gleam was cast. There -lay, on an unsightly grey, greasy bolster, a head that at first -sight seemed more animal than human. The thin face was -made still more angular and hollow by the strongly projecting -cheek-bones, and the pointed chin with its bristly beard. -The upper-lip, and indeed the whole mouth, was almost -covered with stiff hair; the nose was broad, flat, and turned -up; while a quantity of lank, tangled hair fell over the projecting -forehead and deep-set eyes. But these eyes glittered -fiercely, every now and then, in their dark sockets, and -then again looked anxiously, almost entreatingly, at the -schoolmaster.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Dominie tried to answer him cheerfully. “Come, -come, Klaas! What foolish talk is this? You may not -have been a king or a great man, but you have been of -use for all that. Shepherds are wanted just as much as -kings.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, sir,” said Klaas, moving his head restlessly. -“Every day so many finer lights are blown out, and Klaas -is only a rushlight. Oh, Lord, yes!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The old schoolmaster tried to comfort him, but Klaas -still seemed to have something on his mind.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He had stolen Jan’s pears a fortnight ago, he told the -schoolmaster at last.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The old man remained with him till a late hour, and then -started homewards by the same way as he had come.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>“Father, father!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is it, Hannes?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I hear the gate creak.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So it does.... Your worship, here he comes back -again.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Really? Yes, I see him.... Kobus, stand firm, my -man. Let Hannes hold him fast by the legs. No, not yet—wait -till he passes! Oh, do be careful! Look out for his -weapons!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hannes, be ready!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m quite ready, dad.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not before I speak, and then by the legs—do you hear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, dad. Hush now!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>—The shuffling of approaching footsteps in the grass of -the orchard ... suddenly a figure disengages itself from -the darkness.—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now, Hannes, now!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Hannes creeps forward along the ground, seizes the figure, -according to instructions, firmly by the ankles—a good pull—and -the thief falls forward at full length. Hannes seizes -his wrists, and lets himself fall flat on the top of his prey.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The veldwachter, for greater security, incontinently throws -himself upon his two predecessors; and the burgomaster -crowns the human pyramid, and the successful thief-hunt, by -sitting down, with all his burgomasterly weight and a heavy -bump, upon the three others, triumphantly shouting the -while, “I’ve got him,”—which is answered by, “Oh my ribs, -your worship!” from the uppermost stratum, “What in -thunder!” from the midmost, and a smothered groan from -the lowest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hannes, have you got a hold of his hands—tight now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, your worship, but I can’t do anything myself like -this.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, I’ll get up, but keep a good hold of him—do you -hear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>“All right, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The burgomaster arose. “Kobus, put the handcuffs on -him at once. In heaven’s name make haste about it then.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The veldwachter bustled up from the ground, and set -about securing the prisoner as closely as possible. While -he was thus occupied, and Hannes was holding the persistently -silent criminal, the burgomaster kept walking -round and round his captive in order to see what sort of a -fish he had got in his net. In this he would probably have -been unsuccessful, had not the moon, in a sudden caprice, -shone out brightly once more. When the triumvirate saw -the pale face, paler than ever with the fright and the cold -moonlight, and perceived it to be the face so well known to -them, all their astonishment uttered itself in the simultaneous -cry—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Dominie!”</p> - -<p class='c011'>The school was empty, and the children had a holiday, -for the Dominie ... was sitting in the vault under the -tower.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Under the tower sat the Dominie, amidst pieces of old -iron and other rubbish. Light and air stole in shyly, in -small quantities, through the little, square, grated window, -in which a single scrap of glass, dusty and weather-stained, -remained in one corner, to show there had once been a pane. -As the court-house was surrounded by a paddock, which -again was enclosed by a low wall, the sounds from outside -only penetrated indistinctly, as a vague murmur, into this -chamber. Sometimes it was quiet,—deadly still, there, -especially of an evening, and then life came into the place, -for the rats and mice began their games. The Master was -an old man, and nervous, and he could not sleep much. -He thought over the whole matter in his wakeful hours, and -it gradually became clear to him that he had been arrested -by mistake.... Klaas had stolen Jan van ’t Hout’s pears, -and he, the Dominie, had been taken for the thief returning -for a second load. But it would not be difficult to prove -his innocence. Only it was lasting a long time; he ought -surely to have been tried before now. Four days had -passed without his hearing anything. Even the veldwachter, -who, as a rule, could not be with him two minutes without -wanting to relate some story or other, was now silence itself, -when he brought the Dominie his daily rations. What was -the meaning of this delay?</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span> -<img src='images/i_022.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“SITTING IN THE VAULT UNDER THE TOWER.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>Yes, the delay had well-founded reasons! The burgomaster -had indeed caught the fish, but he did not exactly -know what he was to do with him. It was a ticklish business. -Was he to hand over the prisoner immediately, -without the form of a trial, to the authorities in town? or -was he first to hold an inquiry, and send up the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">procès-verbal</span></i> -along with the prisoner? Supposing the latter to be the -case, how was he to set about it? It was a most unfortunate -circumstance that there had never been any thieves in -the parish, for now the burgomaster was most certainly at -his wits’ end. The secretary—a poor, infirm old man, -almost in his dotage—was consulted in vain. The same -result attended a conference with the “law-holders.”<a id='r6' /><a href='#f6' class='c010'><sup>[6]</sup></a> -Finally the burgomaster called Kobus to his assistance. -He reflected for some time, and said at last:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Doesn’t it say in the communal bye-laws?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This case is one for which no provision is made in the -<cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Gemeentewet</span></cite>” said the burgomaster, with admirable composure,—the -truth being that the greater part of the -Gemeentewet was Greek to him, and that he had gradually -picked up, by practical experience, what knowledge he -possessed of his official duties. Kobus, however, was very -far from suspecting any such subtleties, and believed his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>superior implicitly. His invention being now exhausted, -he confined himself to remarking, with a sigh, “If it hadn’t -been the Dominie himself, now, we might have asked him—he -could surely have looked it up somewhere.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes, that would have been too absurd. They could not -have brought the Dominie all his books in a wheelbarrow, and -requested him to “look up” information as to what was to -be done with himself! No—that would not do. But all -at once an expedient occurred to Kobus. There was an -old, old man in the village—a grey-beard of ninety or -more. Perhaps in his young days there might have been -such a thing as a malefactor in this rural region. Yes, the -idea was not such a bad one, and Kobus was sent as a -delegate from the government to this oracle of antiquity. -In fact, the old man had a suggestion ready. He remembered -that some sixty years ago an analogous case had -occurred, and then the burgomaster had first examined the -culprit himself, and then sent him to town for trial. He -added, however, that the burgomaster on that occasion had -not been quite certain of what he ought to do. That, however, -did not matter so much—the precedent was there in -any case. The schoolmaster then must be examined; and, -as Mulders had once been present at a trial in court, the -forms of justice presented no such great difficulty after all.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the fifth day after his arrest, the schoolmaster was -haled forth from the dungeon under the tower, and—of -course, heavily handcuffed—taken to the council-chamber. -That was an event. The whole village formed a long -procession, which accompanied the prisoner; and when he -was taken inside, his train remained hanging about the doors. -Then followed a buzz and clatter among the crowd, as -though it were a swarm of bees, or a duck-yard.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span> -<img src='images/i_025.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“THAT WAS AN EVENT.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>“It’s too bad,” said a little old woman; “an old white-haired -man like that. What may not a man come to? -Only yesterday he was teaching my daughter’s children -their lessons, and to-day the poor lambs are running after -their master, because he’s been in jail just like some nasty -vagabond. And I can’t believe it of him, do you know—anything -but that. He has always been much too kind to -every one. I’m not the only one here whom he has helped -for nothing—nothing at all—without your having to pay a -cent for it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, but, mother,” began a rich farmer,—with a face and -attitude in which the most condescending amiability could -not altogether hide the lowest greed, and a stupid arrogant -conceit,—“you must understand that there are well-founded -reasons—I say, <em>well-founded reasons</em>—for the man to have -been taken up—eh? That’s surely self-evident—eh? No -one is put into handcuffs without important reasons; there -must be a ground for such a motive—I say, <em>for such a -motive</em>.” And then the mighty orator looked round him -with a “What do you think of me now?” expression, and -enjoyed his victory over the old woman. But the latter was -not to be driven from the field so easily.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You go along with your French talk. I know nothing -about that,—and yet I think I know quite as much as you do -yourself. But this I know, that it doesn’t look well for you, of -all people, to abuse the schoolmaster anyway. Even though it -were as clear as a post above the water that the Dominie had -stolen, <em>you</em> ought to stand up for him! Do you understand -me—eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The rich farmer understood quite well. When his youngest -boy had been lying ill some months ago, he had been too -mean to send for a doctor, though he could well afford it, -and had called the schoolmaster to his assistance. Then, -as at other times, the Dominie had said “No,” to keep up -appearances, as he was not supposed to practise any more; -but he had thought “Yes,” and acted on his thought. And -the rich farmer had paid him nothing. This was why he -now hurriedly turned away from this covert attack, muttering -<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>something about “old creatures getting quite childish,” -but abstained from further contradiction.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the old woman could not be everywhere at once to -take the Dominie’s part, and the conclusion of most conversations -was this: “Yes, you see, folks don’t call a cow -piebald, when there’s not a spot about her.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly, however, all voices were hushed before the -reverently-uttered magic formula, “The Burgomaster!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The crowd parted to let him pass, and he went up to the -council-chamber, where the faithful Kobus, in his Sunday -suit, was awaiting him. He was already going to meet the -burgomaster, in order to tell him that “they” were all there; -but the great man was looking straight in front of him, as -stiff as a poker, and making, in a direct line, for his official -chair, like a guest who, on being ushered in, looks neither -to right nor left, but makes straight for the lady of the house.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was “the proper form.” Kobus was so impressed -by this ceremonial that he stared with open mouth and eyes, -and remained immovable, like a masculine counterpart of -Lot’s wife. The burgomaster had elegant manners, that he -had.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are all present?” asked the burgomaster, suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Kobus awakened with a start from his ecstatic trance. -“Yes, your worship,” he answered, regaining his composure.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then the trial may begin,” said the President of the -Court. “And you, Veldwachter, do you caligraph it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I—I don’t altogether understand, your worship.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Caligraph, Veldwachter!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh!—ah!—hm—yes, I don’t understand——.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Write it down, Veldwachter. Caligraphy—that is the -art of writing, you know.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right, your worship.” Kobus sat down at a table, -took up a pen, and bent over a sheet of paper. But the -paper was destined to remain unsoiled. For, all of a sudden, -the burgomaster looked round him, and, probably struck by -<span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>the emptiness of the room, inquired, “Veldwachter, are all -the witnesses present?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All the witnesses are present, your worship,” answered -Kobus, indicating, with a majestic wave of the hand, his -solitary son Hannes, who sat so forlorn, that, looking at -him and the schoolmaster, it would have been hard to say -which was witness and which defendant; for the Dominie had -his handcuffed hands on his knees under the table, and you -would not have guessed from his calm features—pale and -worn with the fatigues of the last few days—that he was -accused of any crime.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But,” pursued Kobus, “your worship has just said something -that gives me an idea. Ought there not to be some -other witnesses?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Other witnesses?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, I mean witnesses to witness <em>for</em> him, do you see? -I mean to say, Hannes sits here, for instance, to speak -against—I mean against the Dominie,—but ought there not -to be some witnesses to speak for him as well?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The burgomaster began to think. This was a difficult -question, one of those ticklish and delicate problems, the -solution of which forms the principal <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">raison d’être</span></i> of a burgomaster’s -career. If only this miserable trial had never begun! -He cast a furtive glance at the defendant. If only he could -consult the Dominie, and ask him to look up his books about -the matter! But away with such humiliating thoughts! No; -better, if it must be, to manifest his ignorance in a more -becoming way: “Veldwachter, is that what they do in -town? It was different in my time.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They do it that way now, your worship.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then we had better move with the times, and adapt -ourselves to the new usages. But where are the—the <em>for</em>-witnesses -to come from?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! there’s a whole crowd outside the door, your -worship—perhaps you might find one among them. And if -<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>there’s no one to be had—well, at any rate, we’ve done our -best to find one.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go outside, then, and proclaim a summons, on my -behalf.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Kobus went and did so, wording the “proclamation” as -clearly as he knew how. But a deathly stillness was all the -answer he received. For though many a simple soul was -honestly convinced of the defendant’s innocence, and though -here and there a solitary voice had been raised in his favour,—to -go in there, into the council-chamber,—<em>to stand before -the tribunal</em>,—that was more than those timid folk could -undertake.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly, however, a shrill voice cried, “Well, if no one -else will do it, I will.” And the little old woman who had -already taken up the cudgels for the Dominie, forced her -way hastily to the front of the crowd.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look’ee there; Auntie’s going to speak,” cried various -voices. Every one repeated, laughing, “Auntie’s going to -speak!” for under this name the old lady was known to all -the village.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Auntie cared neither for laughter nor tears, but went -straight forward, climbed the court-house steps, and then -suddenly turned round, waved her thin old arms, and cried -as loud as she could, “You’re a pack of cowards, the lot of -you,—do you hear, you great loobies?” Then she disappeared -inside. And though she was a funny figure enough -as she stood there, no one thought of laughing,—they all -felt the truth of Auntie’s words too deeply.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span> -<img src='images/i_030.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“YOU’RE A PACK OF COWARDS.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>Auntie was conducted inside by the veldwachter, and her -eye immediately fell on her client. The Dominie remained -seated in the same attitude, discouraged and dejected—deeply -humiliated by the thought that, at his age, with his -aspirations and such a past behind him, he should have to bow -his head beneath the weight of a criminal accusation! The -trouble dimmed his thinking powers, and drove the blood -through his veins at lightning speed. What a hammering -in his pulses—what a thumping in his temples—what a rushing -in his ears! He felt like a swimmer who has been long -under water, and finds it press more and more crushingly on -him, and hears its noise in his ears. That was the fever—the -fever that was rising higher and higher in his blood, and -brought that unnatural flush to his usually pale cheeks.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Auntie looked at the sad spectacle he presented, and her -indignation rose, and craved for immediate utterance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Burgomaster!” she began, “don’t you call it a shame -that the Dominie——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But her flow of words was immediately interrupted by the -burgomaster: “Silence! witness, this is not as it should be. -You have come here to give your evidence voluntarily, and -to do this effectually all the forms must be observed. Witness, -what is your name?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, I never—my name! Just as though the whole -village didn’t know me? Come, come, Burgomaster, -every one knew my name long before yours was ever thought -of; and do you want to pretend that you don’t know me? -No, man, that won’t do. All those grand manners won’t go -down with old Auntie. All the same, I can tell you plainly -why the poor fellow could not have stolen the pears; and so -you are quite out of it, with all your fine forms and speeches, -do you see? Now just let me ask you, if he took the pears, -where did he leave them,—say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Auntie placed her arms akimbo, and assumed an -attitude which seemed to say, “Your turn now—come on!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the opposite party remained passive. The burgomaster, -as it happened, was seized with a violent fit of -coughing, which seemed as though it could not come to an -end. It was a pity, for, but for that, surely, the wise man -would have answered the conundrum with Solomonic perspicuity. -The veldwachter-clerk said, “Hm, hm—yes, yes,” -and covered his beard with his hand. The witness for the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>prosecution yawned with <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ennui</span></i> and hunger. The defendant -sat still, and looked at the old woman with rigid eyes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But all things come to an end, and so did the presiding -judge’s cough. However, he seemed to have coughed away -all his judicial sagacity, for he remained silent. Not so Kobus -Mulders, who awakened from his reverie after this fashion—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, yes,—where did he leave them? I only say, your -worship,—where did he leave the pears, if he stole them?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, that’s what I should like to know,” said Auntie, -shortly, and closed her lips with a look of firm conviction.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Another pause.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” resumed Kobus, “he can’t have swallowed them -all down at once.” This joke appeared to him so inexpressibly -funny, that he burst into a loud hoarse laugh, -which was echoed by no one except Hannes. But suddenly -the joker’s features became rigid, and he looked at every one -present with a face whose expression plainly said, “How is -it possible that I did not think of it before?” and exclaimed, -“I know! Your worship, the little chest that we found in -Klaas’s cottage the day after he died——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Kobus?” asked the burgomaster, in great excitement—so -much so that he quite forgot to speak officially.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It is the Dominie’s, and now I understand everything. -The Dominie <em>didn’t</em> steal, and Auntie is quite right. It could -not be, either. Just listen. The Dominie has been at his -doctoring again. He went to see Klaas when he was dying, -and forgot to take his medicine-chest away with him when -he left. I am quite sure it is his medicine-chest, because it -is the same thing I used to see in his hands in the old -times, when nobody minded his doctoring folks. And the -time just corresponds. On the day after we arrested the -Dominie, I went to see Klaas, and found him dead. It’s as -plain—as—well, it’s quite plain!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Every one had listened with the greatest attention, and -the explanation seemed to have made a deep impression on -<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>all. The Dominie, however, seemed to feel it most. He -suddenly started up out of his apathy, leaned his handcuffed -hands on the table, and tried to speak. Everything melted -into a dull roar inside his head—the light turned to scarlet—he -had fainted.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All of them hastened up to help him—Auntie foremost, -in spite of her old legs. Slowly he came to himself again, -and then he tried to think. He remembered what had -happened, in a dim sort of way. What now? What should -he answer if they asked him whether Kobus’s supposition -was correct? It was—and yet, if he acknowledged that he -had gone to Klaas on that particular evening to give him -medical help, then he would have to expect for the future so -strict a supervision of his forbidden practice, that it would -thenceforth be almost impossible to carry it on. And he -could not give it up—he could not, and would not. But to -be looked on as a thief! Oh, if he could only think—think -quietly and calmly. But this fever! this fever! No, it was -his duty, his calling, and he must be true to it, though he -should be crushed by the contempt of the whole world—the -world he longed to do good to. And wildly, as a wave of -delirium swept over him, he said, “No! no! no! I didn’t -do that! The chest is not mine! I know nothing about -it, and wish to know nothing—do you hear? I am no -doctor; I am only a poor schoolmaster! I am much too -stupid to be a doctor, and I have never done anything of -the sort! I’m a thief—a wretched thief—a thief!” He -cried shrilly once more, with all his strength, “A thief!” -and let his burning head drop on his heaving breast.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His hearers looked at each other. Not one of them now -believed in his guilt, and even in the burgomaster—who was -only narrow-minded, not bad-hearted—every hostile feeling -now gave place to pity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come, Dominie,” he said, laying his hand on the old -man’s shoulder, “come, you mustn’t make so much of it as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span>all that. We all understand the whole business now; and -as for the medicine-chest, I forbid every one here present -to say one word about it!” At these words the burgomaster -looked round him with such a solemn air of command, that -Kobus cast down his eyes, and Hannes shuddered with -sheer reverence. But the great man, mindful of his duties -as presiding judge, went on—“Now, defendant, you are -acquitted; you may go.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But Auntie flew up in a storm of indignation. “What! -go? My patience, me! Burgomaster, don’t you see the -poor soul can hardly sit in his chair? Come, Hannes, you -great lout, what are you loafing about there for, you great -long booby, you? Run out, and tell them to send some menfolks -to carry the Dominie home. Quick now!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This classic oration produced a visible impression on -Hannes, and, before long, he came back with several men, -who carried the schoolmaster away, Auntie walking behind, -and saying, from time to time, “Take care! take care!” -When it became known outside that the Dominie’s innocence -was established, every one set up a loud cry of joy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Inside, however, the burgomaster and Kobus were looking -at each other with serious faces. “I haven’t written -down anything, with all the confusion,” said Kobus. The -burgomaster considered. If the matter were reported in -town, he would probably get well laughed at for his mistake. -And what about the forms in which such a narrative, if -reported, would have to be clothed? No; it was best to -put the whole thing aside, and say no more about it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Veldwachter, it seems to me that this matter is not now -of sufficient importance for us to communicate it to the -judicial authorities of the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">parquet</span></i>; so you may go too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Without understanding half of this speech, Kobus was -able to catch the burgomaster’s drift,—the matter was at an -end. So he went home, reflecting how frightfully learned -the burgomaster was.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>C. K. Elout.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>MY HERO.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>I was a boy of twelve or thirteen, and, just like other boys -of that age, full of life, mischief, ideals, and illusions.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A good-for-nothing little scamp out of school, I was, -under the master’s eye, a queer mixture of the genuine -mischief-loving boy and the zealous pupil. If I found no -attraction in the dry science of arithmetic and the rules of -grammar, all the more did I feel attracted by the history of -all nations in general, and ours in particular.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yet not altogether; it was only the warlike Spartans and -Romans, our own crusading knights, and the fierce and -enterprising Gueux,—in short, only those whom I looked -upon as heroes who could arrest my attention.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Frequently it vexed me that my lunch-slice of bread -and butter did not consist of black, coarse bread; sometimes -I felt a deep disdain for my clothes, so different from -those in which the Roman legions marched to victory; all -peaceable merchant-vessels were an abomination to me,—I -knew but one ideal—to be a hero.</p> - -<p class='c009'>What I understood by a hero was not quite clear, even to -myself,—only this was certain, that no one could be a hero -unless he had won many great battles over stronger adversaries, -or had blown up his ship in order to save the flag, or -ended his glorious life covered with wounds in the breast -(never in the back, of course!). In short, my idea of a hero -was somewhat complicated; but this much was certain, -that a great hero ought to be able to show a large number -of wounds and scars, and that his bravery should be -equalled by his generosity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I wished to be a hero myself, but as I quite understood -that I was too young for the position at present, my great -desire was, at least, to see and know a hero.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>I sought everywhere for this superior being, and thought -at last that I had found my ideal in our new “odd man,” -who had been a soldier, and had a large scar on his cheek.</p> - -<p class='c009'>From this one outward and visible token of his bravery, -I argued that he must have more hidden about his person, -under his clothes. These wounds, alas! I could never hope -to see, as he did not live in the house, but came every day -to clean boots and run errands.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I was, however, firmly convinced that they existed. The -only drawback to his greatness was the fact that he had both -his arms and no wooden leg. I would much rather it had -been otherwise, but managed to content myself with his -many unseen wounds.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I was still seeking an opportunity of asking him how and -when he had become a hero, when I was suddenly bereft of -my illusion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Our kitchenmaid was beforehand with me.</p> - -<p class='c009'>One day, when I had furtively slipped out to the kitchen, -in order to question Frans, I heard Mie, our maid, say—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I say, Frans, have you been in the wars, that you have -such a mark over your face?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then he replied—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In the wars! I believe you! We’ve nothing more to -do with wars in this country, now! No,—when I was -leaving the service, I treated my chum one night. But -he got drunk and outrageous, and chucked me through a -window, so that I cut my face open. No—I didn’t get it -in the wars—and jolly glad of it, too!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>I stood thunderstruck—the tears rose in my eyes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No wounds on his breast! Even the scar was a delusion -and a snare. I no longer believed in living heroes. They -no longer existed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But I was going to be a hero all the same. And till I -was able to re-introduce the breed, I would content myself -with the dead heroes of the past.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span> -<img src='images/i_037.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“I HAD FURTIVELY SLIPPED OUT TO THE KITCHEN.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>But there were so many of them—and I wanted a special -hero all to myself. Where should I find him?</p> - -<p class='c009'>De Ruyter was a hero, killed by the enemy’s shot—but I -had nowhere read that he had many wounds.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bayard!—but I knew so little of him—and besides, he -was not a Dutchman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Cæsar—Napoleon—Blücher!—but how about the -wounds?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Besides, every one knew that these were heroes; and I -wanted one for myself—for my own special worship—not -one of the universally famous ones.</p> - -<p class='c009'>My search, however, was not to be fruitless long. I -found my hero in the following way.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There were to be drains laid down round the old church -in our city; and the ground being dug up for that purpose, -a number of skulls and bones were found in the black -earth.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All the boys of the school went to look as soon as they -could get away, and it may be supposed that I did not remain -behind. We were all inspired with a frenzied enthusiasm -for relics of antiquity. We grubbed about in the -earth of the opened graves, to find coins, pots, or even -potsherds if we could get nothing else. We envied the -town workmen, who were allowed to keep on digging and -finding all day long; and scarcely had it struck twelve -when we flew to the Kerkplein, to see what these greedy -persons had left us, and to discover anything that might -have escaped their search.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But we found nothing—neither did the diggers. Most of -the boys, therefore, gave up the search—I, alone, did not. -I was seeking a dead, unknown hero,—while they were looking -only for coins and nicknacks. I knew for certain that -I should find something, when there were not so many eyes -on the watch, and therefore I remained away from school -one morning in order to go to the old churchyard.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>For a long time nothing at all had been found—not even -bones or mouldering boards; so that all the other boys too—those -who did not belong to our school—had grown tired -of coming.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Luck, however, was with me!</p> - -<p class='c009'>On one particular spot, at some distance from the church, -pieces of skeletons again began to be dug up. The workmen -examined the earth to see if it contained anything of -value, but found nothing. My eager eye, however, spied -among the clods a lump of a different colour. I loosened -the earth from it, and found, to my great joy, a flattened -bullet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>That was a discovery!</p> - -<p class='c009'>I turned over the heap of earth, and thus came into -possession of six bullets, and a little copper plate covered -with earth and rust.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The bullets!—My hero was found!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Reverently I picked up some bones which had been -thrown aside, and carefully packed the remains of my hero -in my school satchel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>My hero!—a real hero now!—not an imaginary one, like -Frans, the odd man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When I came home, in a tumult of joyful excitement, I -secured my treasure safely in my play-box, to which I had a -key. And then I had my hero safe—all to myself!</p> - -<p class='c009'>At dinner, I looked round triumphantly, and felt the -deepest disdain for my parents and sisters. They had never -made such a discovery! They could not even understand -what it is to possess the very remains of a hero—the hero -himself! I scarcely ate anything for pride and joy, till my -mother said—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, Con, you’re not eating. Are you not well?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>I could only stammer a few words, and then thrust a whole -potato into my mouth in order to prove my appetite, which, -happily, reassured my mother.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span>As soon as dinner was over, I darted to my own room to -assure myself that I had not been dreaming, and that my -hero existed in very truth. The bones and bullets, and the -little metal plate, were there still.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I contemplated them all once more, with a look full of -love and reverence, and went downstairs again, so as to -arouse no suspicion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Never had I been a better-behaved boy than on that evening. -I played with my little sister as nicely as possible; I -was obedient as I had never been before,—all for fear that -some unlucky circumstance might lead to a discovery of my -hero on the part of my parents.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last it was time to go to bed. At last I was alone with -the sacred relics of the man who had stood six bullets, without -reckoning the innumerable wounds—to be taken for -granted—on his breast!</p> - -<p class='c009'>I gazed at the bones, brown and dirty as they looked—at -the flattened bullets, and rusty bit of metal, with deep reverence. -The plate probably bore his name; but if so, it was -illegible with the dirt. Should I clean it? I burned -with eagerness to know his name, and felt half inclined to -do it; but desisted, thinking that, being rusty, and covered -with earth, it would prove its age much better than if it were -bright and polished up like new.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last, after long contemplation of my treasures, I locked -them up, and put the key under my pillow, for fear of -burglars. Once in bed, however, I could get no sleep. -All sorts of ideas relating to my hero crossed and recrossed -my brain.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the first place, I resolved to make a secret of him. It -is a glorious thing to have a secret all to one’s self—and -such a secret!</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was settled, then—no one was to see or hear anything -of him. I alone was to possess my Hero, and be able to -worship Him.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>Then I began to wonder who he could have been, and -when he had lived, and where he had fought and died.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was quite clear to me that the six bullets represented -but a small part of his wounds, for it was not possible -that he had been killed on the field of battle by the sixth -of those bullets. I knew that the fallen are always buried -on the field of honour. Therefore he must have died of -other wounds,—probably sword-cuts, lance-thrusts, or the -like.... Then I fancied all sorts of biographies for -my hero.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I should have liked best of all for him to have been a -Crusader; but I was forced to give up that idea, seeing -that in those days there were no guns, and therefore no -bullets.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I therefore resolved to seek in more modern times.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A Water Gueux slain in fight? That, too, would not do. -<em>They</em> were wrapped in a flag, and with a “One, two, three—in -God’s name,” let down into the sea.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I weighed all possible cases—to reject them again immediately.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last I hit upon the following, which satisfied me pretty -well:—My hero had fought in Napoleon’s wars, and was for -his valour promoted by the great Emperor to the rank of -general. In all battles he had been foremost, and many a -wound bore witness to his courage. Napoleon had even -chosen out a kingdom for him; when fortune changed, and -all nations rose to free themselves from the power of the -great conqueror.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then my hero had left his place in the army, and his -exalted offices, and had ranged himself under his country’s -flag to serve her as a private soldier.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After giving numerous proofs of courage, he was so -severely wounded at the battle of Waterloo,—where he -defended the colours of his regiment, single-handed, against -a large number of the foe,—that he felt his end approaching. -<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>And when he knew that the victory was won, he dragged -himself home to his native town to die.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His funeral was a splendid one, and the fallen hero was -buried in a spot apart from others, who were not thought -worthy to be near him, even in death.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This last circumstance I added, after long consideration, -to explain the isolated position of my hero’s grave.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Another difficulty, however, presented itself. Why was -there no monument erected to him?</p> - -<p class='c009'>The solution of this question cost me no little trouble. -In our church there were two splendid monuments, with -beautiful Latin verses on them; and the men who slept -under them were of far less importance than my hero. But -here, too, there was an explanation. My hero himself had -said on his deathbed that he did not wish for a monument, -but preferred to rest simply under the green grass;—his -name would live well enough without one!</p> - -<p class='c009'>This, however, raised a new difficulty. I had never heard -of any hero buried in the former burying-ground close to -the church. Happily, however, I remembered to have read -somewhere that “ingratitude is the world’s reward.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was forgotten!</p> - -<p class='c009'>That grieved me deeply; but I determined with myself -to revive the memory of his name, when I should be somewhat -older, and could write in the papers, and become a -member of the Useful Knowledge Society. Then I would -tell people how great my hero had been, and how ungratefully -the world had treated him. Till then, he should -remain my secret.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Of course I had adorned him with all sorts of chivalric -qualities. I had seen him in my thoughts as the protector -of helpless women, as the avenger of wrong; I had seen -him risk his life at the command of his superiors, and in -order to win one look from his lady.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And I had ended by endowing him with the crowning -<span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>grace of modesty. Of this I was not a little proud. I -knew for certain that all the other boys’ heroes would be -brutal and arrogant, and set upon getting monuments for -themselves.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mine, however, was modest ... and his reward was -oblivion.... Yes—till I should arise ... <em>then</em> my hero -should be greater than all others.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Happy that now I knew <em>all</em> about my hero, youth and -excitement were too much for me, and I fell asleep.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Next morning I arose, no longer a boy—not even a man. -I was a great man. I had a task before me. I must give -back to my hero his just fame and honours.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I had even assumed a new manner!—marbles and suchlike -games were now beneath me,—and I thought the other -boys uninteresting and childish. They, on their part, soon -found that I had become tiresome and pedantic, and asked -me if I had come in for a fortune, and was now too much -of a swell for them. I only laughed, and wrapped myself -once more in my own glory.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This lasted a few days, and then I began to find out that -the solitary enjoyment of glory and a secret was not so -great a pleasure as I had thought. Happily I had two bosom -friends—Wil and Ed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I resolved, after many heart searchings of heart, to share -my wealth with these two. After I had sworn them to secrecy, -and also exacted a solemn promise that they would not -endeavour to appropriate my hero to themselves, I told -them of my discovery, and all I knew of him,—for what I -had myself imagined now seemed like truth to me. I -enjoyed their evident jealousy, and, still more, their admiration -and reverence for me.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Con,” said Wil at last, “what is the hero’s name, -really?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>I stood aghast. I had never thought of that! But they -shall never exult over me because I did not know the name -of my own hero. So I mentioned the first name that came -into my head—“Jan Liller.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span> -<img src='images/i_044.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“AFTER I HAD SWORN THEM TO SECRECY.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>Happily, they believed me.</p> - -<p class='c009'>From that day forward there was a constant whispering -among us, a mystery in our conversation, even on the most -unimportant subjects, which drove all the other boys wild with -curiosity. But we revealed nothing. We had even determined, -for fear of discovery, never to speak of my hero -otherwise than as “L. J.”—even when we were alone. -J. L. seemed to us much too dangerous.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Sometimes little boys were sent out to listen to us, under -pretence of carrying on their games in our neighbourhood. -But we were on our guard, and only talked all sorts of nonsense -when the small spies were within hearing. Thus my secret -did not leak out. Yet we could not be silent altogether.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In school, when the master told us about the great men -of our country, from Claudius Civilis to William the Silent, -we smiled pityingly, and said to each other, afterwards—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“L. J. could have done better than that!”—or, “They -ought to have tried L. J.; he could have taught them something!”—and -the like—so that we began to be called -“L. J.’s.” But we took great care that no one should find -us out, and were very proud of our secret.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I say <em>our</em> secret,—yet, after all, it was really mine, for I -had shown the bullets, the metal plate, and the bones neither -to Wil nor to Ed. They thus only knew the half—and no -more than I had thought fit to tell them. The finest and -most important part of all was unknown to them. Of course -they acted as if they had been <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">au fait</span></i> in the whole thing; -but they were nothing of the sort.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At home, my changed behaviour began gradually to -attract general attention. I had assumed a mysteriousness -of demeanour, from which my father—judging from long -experience—argued that there must be some special piece -of mischief on hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>As I frequently remained lost in thought, and no longer -cared for games as I used to do (I thought them childish -since the discovery of my hero), my mother came to the -conclusion that I was not well; while my little sister, of -course, was as curious as a girl can be. Therefore the -three, each for his or her own reason, were constantly at my -heels. I soon noticed this, and it was no small hindrance -to my doings and projects.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I scarcely dared to produce my hero, for fear some one -should come to my room unawares and surprise me in the -midst of my relics, and so discover my secret.</p> - -<p class='c009'>My plans, more especially, were in danger!</p> - -<p class='c009'>I wished—as a homage to the glorious Jan Liller—to -make an elegant little casket, lined with precious bits of -silk, plush, and lace, to preserve therein his precious relics, -and the glorious evidences of his heroic existence. I -intended to make the fretwork casket myself,—but I durst -not do it in the general sitting-room. Whenever I could, I -stole away to my own little room, and went to work there. -Once I was surprised by my mother when very busy; but -when she saw my work, she pretended not to have noticed -anything. My conscience reproached me bitterly; for I -understood that my dear mother had thought I was working -at a present for her approaching birthday.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But, for the moment, my hero took precedence of everything. -I hoped to be able to buy something for my mother’s -birthday, trusting to the ready aid of my father’s purse.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On a certain day, when I was out for a walk with my -father, he suddenly said to me, “Well, Con, is the digging -in the Kerkplein all over? I have not been there for some -time. I suppose you have been there to see whether anything -in your line has been turned up?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Did my father suspect anything? and was he fishing?</p> - -<p class='c009'>I answered evasively.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have not been there since last week.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span> -<img src='images/i_047.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“DID MY FATHER SUSPECT ANYTHING?”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>That was true—for just a week ago I had found my hero—and -after I had found him, I was satisfied. The charm -of rooting about among the graves had vanished. There -was nothing more to find now.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I only thought,” said my father, jokingly, “that you -had found a treasure—you are so mysterious lately. Say, -my boy, have you grown rich, and are you going to keep -your money all to yourself?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have never found anything, father,” I stammered, full of -shame at the lie, and yet full of satisfaction at my courage—in -daring to tell a falsehood to save my hero from discovery.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Happily my father changed the subject, by asking me if I -had any present in view for mother’s birthday. To be -honest, I had to answer no, for my hero had taken up all -my thoughts and energies. But just as I was thinking -what to say, a great, a glorious idea rose up in me. What -could be a better present for my mother than my hero?</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the sacrifice of my secret,—of my own discovery,—I -would surprise her with the revelation of my find, and share -my hero with her! It was a hard struggle, but, once -resolved, I could say with cheerful assurance, “Yes, father, -I have something very, very nice!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s good, my boy!” said my father, as he patted -me approvingly on the shoulder. “Do your best to make -it so, for your mother deserves it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Since the old churchyard had been mentioned, I was -eager to find out if my father knew anything about my -hero. Therefore I asked, with as careless an air as I -could assume—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Say, father, who used to be buried in that place round -the church?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, my boy, I don’t know. It must be at least fifty -years since that burying-ground was used. When I came -to live here the new cemetery was already opened, and I -really do not know who was buried in the old place.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>“But, father, did you never hear of <em>any</em> one that was -buried there?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No,” said my father; but, after thinking a little, he -went on: “Yes, I do, though! they buried Kees Van -Assen there. I heard so the other day from Notary Van -Tefelen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Could that be my hero? It might well be, why else -should the old burying-ground have been mentioned at the -notary’s?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Surely, then, he must have been a great-uncle or distant -cousin of that odious Alfred, whom we always called “the -Muff,” because he never would join our games for fear of -getting bruised and scratched, or soiling his clothes and -hands.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Was Van Assen a hero, father?” I uttered the words -with difficulty.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A hero, my boy? No, certainly not. No, quite the -contrary!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A coward, father? I thought as much.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Indeed, and why?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Because that stupid boy of the minister’s is Van -Assen too, and he <em>is</em> a coward!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That does not follow. This Van Assen was not in any -way related to the minister’s family. At least I believe not. -But he was not a coward, he was far worse. He was a -traitor to his country. He betrayed the town to the -French.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And what did they do to a low fellow like that?” I -asked, full of pain and indignation that a countryman of -mine could have betrayed his native town to the enemy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At first, nothing; for at that time he was protected by -the French. But when they were gone, his fellow-townsmen -razed his house to the ground, and he was shot.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then he was buried in the churchyard?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, yes; because his family was a rich and distinguished -<span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>one, they consented to bury him in the churchyard; -but, of course, it was done without show or splendour. -I know no more about it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t you know in which corner he was buried?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, the corner by the baker’s shop.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now there were two corners of the churchyard which -had a baker’s shop near them. Near one of them, I had -found my hero; but he was called Jan Liller, and not Van -Assen! I resolved never more to buy tarts or buns in the -corner where the traitor was buried,—that was accursed -from henceforth. We had been in the habit of going there, -because we got far more for our money than elsewhere.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It now at once became clear to me that this baker knew -of the traitor’s neighbourhood, and was afraid of losing his -customers unless he sold his goods very cheap!</p> - -<p class='c009'>I had not thus gained much information by my inquiries. -Only I had found a new point of comparison, my hero -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">versus</span></i> Van Assen! Jan Liller was dearer to me than before, -now that I could contrast him with a contemptible Van -Assen! My hero had become greater than ever!</p> - -<p class='c009'>As soon as I reached home, I ran to my own little room, -in order to gaze my fill on his relics—to steep my soul in -his greatness.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the stairs I felt for my key.</p> - -<p class='c009'>What was that? It was not in my pocket! I had not lost -it—I was certain of that. Then I must have left it sticking -in my box, and in that case my secret—my hero was lost!</p> - -<p class='c009'>A terrible fear overcame me. My steps dragged on the -stairs. With a sinking heart I opened my door,—my presentiment -had not deceived me!</p> - -<p class='c009'>There stood my little sister before the open box!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You horrid girl—what are you doing with my things? -Keep off!” I screamed, when I saw my secret revealed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Con! you had left the key in the lock, and I just -looked in!” cried my sister, terrified.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span> -<img src='images/i_051.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“DASHED THEM ON THE GROUND!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>“Yes—it’s just like girls—always bothering about things -that don’t concern them. You’re always meddling with -everything, and spoiling other people’s things!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, Con! don’t be so angry! I only just wanted to -look! And, just see,—I’ve been cleaning up this dirty -little brass plate that was inside. I’ve made it look quite -nice—and there’s some writing on it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the same time she thrust the now glittering brass plate -into my hands.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I looked at it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Everything seemed to turn round with me. Everything -was black. I could see nothing but the glittering yellow -plate, and the name engraved on it:—</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c014'> - <div>KEES VAN ASSEN,</div> - <div class='c002'>1813.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>I dropped the brass plate, seized the bones and the -bullets out of the box, and dashed them on the ground.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There lay my hero!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Conrad van der Liede.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>NEWSPAPER HUMOUR.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>To keep apples from spoiling, they should be placed in a -cool room in the house occupied by a family with eight -children.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Florist.</em> “Look at the blush on these roses, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bachelor</em> (<em>with a look at his purse</em>). “I see. They must -be blushing at the exorbitant price you charge for them.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span> -<img src='images/i_053.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>FLORIST: “LOOK AT THE BLUSH ON THESE ROSES, SIR.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span><span class='sc'>Domestic Morality.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“You have not been looking sharp, Bet; the butcher has -given you more bones than meat again.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bet.</em> “Well, I told him so at the time. I said, <em>if it was -for myself I wouldn’t take it</em>.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Actor.</em> “When I was last acting here, the public were so -enthusiastic, you can’t imagine. Why, they insisted on -<em>carrying</em> me back to the hotel, when I left the theatre.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Critic.</em> “Man, man, you don’t mean to say you were so -far gone as <em>that?</em>”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Patient.</em> “Doctor, I think I have had an attack of the -gout.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Doctor.</em> “Stuff and nonsense! if you had really had one, -you couldn’t <em>think</em>—you’d know it.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>“Father,” inquired a small boy, “what does a ‘Paradise’ -mean?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A Paradise, my son, is the corner by the fire when -your mother has gone to stay with her friends for a few -days.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>A Harmless Insect.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Traveller.</em> “Waiter, how can you give me soup like this?—there’s -a fly in it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Waiter.</em> “Oh! <em>that</em> won’t hurt you—it’s quite dead.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A lady having engaged a new man-servant, answering to -the name of Joseph, told him that she would always ring -once for him, and twice for her maid.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>A short time after this, she rang the bell, but Joseph -failed to appear. She grew impatient, and pulled the bell-rope -again. The maid entered.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I did not ring for you; I wanted Joseph. Why does -he not come?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Joseph,” replied the maid, “is sitting by the fire, reading -Madame’s paper. When Madame rang the first time, he -told me to look out, for he should not wonder if you were -to ring again. And when Madame did so, he turned to me, -and said, ‘See? that’s for you.’”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, ma’am,” said the housemaid, when she heard that -her mistress had been very unwell during the night, “why -didn’t you tell me when you felt ill?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I didn’t want to wake you, you had been working hard -all day, and——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! that’s nothing; you might have called me all the -same. I sleep so sound that you would never have waked me.”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>A RASCALLY VALET.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c016'><em>A room in a hotel. Tables and chairs are covered with -portmanteaus, carpet-bags, clothes, &c. On a table (L.) -is an open jewel-case, (R.) a sofa; in the background a -bed. Frans (Jonker Van Bergen’s man) is discovered -half-reclining on the sofa, smoking a cigar.</em></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>sings</em>).</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Mon maître est un filou,</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Et moi j’ n’ suis pas bête, la, la....</span>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>That was indeed a barbarous idea—leaving me at -home. “<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Charité bien ordonnée commence par soi-même</span>,” -as we used to say at Paris. My gentleman’s gone out -a-courting, and I may just sit and grumble in these confounded -<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>lodgings! He hasn’t the smallest grain of feeling. -Why couldn’t he remember that while he’s busy making love -to his silly cousin, and flattering his cracked old aunt,—that -is, making fools of both of them,—I might, in the meanwhile, -very appropriately amuse myself with the maid!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Pretty little thing, that Sophie! Just a little bit <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bête</span></i>, still—but -that will come all right in time—I’ll educate her fast -enough. We haven’t been to Paris for nothing. I had -views on her already, when we were here eighteen months -ago. She was then a mere child, and I had not yet seen -Notre Dame and the Pont-Neuf. In point of fact, come to -think of it, I was still very young, and not <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">au fait</span></i> about life. -I can clearly remember getting quite confused when the -postman’s flaxen-haired daughter scolded me for ... come, -Frans, let those things rest ... she’s at rest herself.... -How could I help it, if the girl was so gone on me? Why -didn’t her father take better care of her? What is a father -for, if not to look after his daughter?</p> - -<p class='c009'>What a difference, when I think of those days! Confused! -ashamed!—why, I don’t know the meaning of the -words. The only thing I’m ashamed of now, is that I ever -had the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">faiblesse</span></i> to be ashamed of anything. And now -that, thanks to my education in the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">guinguettes</span></i>, I have -become quite a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">jeune homme accompli</span></i>,—now that I might -have begun a nice diversion with the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">suivante</span></i> of my master’s -intended, ... now I’m got rid off with a gruff, “Frans, -stay and look after the room!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He’ll talk in a different tune when he finds he needs me -again to get him out of some scrape or other. Then it is, -“Frans, dear Frans, save me; I don’t know what I’m to -do!” Frans is good enough for that. But besides this, -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">au fond</span></i>, it’s unjust to leave me here indoors. A man is a -man, and has reason and freewill. Jonker Van Bergen -goes out courting. So we see that beings with reason and -freewill do go courting. But I too am a man; I have freewill -<span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span>and reason—therefore I ought to go out courting too. -That is clear and undeniable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Glorious logic! Precious philosophy! Invaluable gift of -Heaven, which is scattered with generous hand at Paris. -Beloved nurse of all that ... that....</p> - -<p class='c009'>And with all that I’m sitting here indoors, like Job, on his -ancient sofa. It is annoying; it’s very annoying! It’s the -most annoying thing in the world! It could not possibly -be worse; it’s <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ennuyant</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">étouffant</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">embêtant</span></i>!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Jumps up angrily, and walks backwards and forwards, -smoking.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'>I’m curious to know whether he’ll get through with his -business, and succeed better than last year. The devil -grant he may! Otherwise it’s all up with him—all up—and -he’s ruined! If he hasn’t made his lady-cousin his own, -with all that belongs to her [<em>goes through the gestures of -counting money</em>], within a month, he’s a dead man! Physically -dead, financially dead, civilly dead,—dead in every -possible way! Dead to <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">chambertin</span></i>, <em>baronfayol</em>, and champagne; -dead to the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bouillotte</span></i> table; <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">dead pour tout ce qui -porte un jupon ... enfin</span></i>—burst up!</p> - -<p class='c009'>This wouldn’t really matter so much if these gentlemen -hadn’t the disagreeable habit of dragging down every one -about them in their fall. [<em>Makes a wry face.</em>] The cheques! -the cheques!</p> - -<p class='c009'>I am anything but <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à monaise</span></i>, as we used to say at Paris. -We have only a month before us. Before that time we -must have money to pay up, or the whole thing will go -smash. And then he’s quite capable of saying that it was I -who forged the cheques. Then come examinations and -cross-examinations, witnesses <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à charge</span></i> and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à décharge</span></i>; -reply, duplicate, triplicate, or whatever they call it; and the -end of it is that the President puts on the black cap—grim -fashion that!—and has a sentence read out, in which poor -Frans is very badly used on the score of ... complicity!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>I might indeed get hold of a lawyer who has studied the -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances atténuantes</span></i>, as we used to say at Paris; but -what’s the good, when the stupid bench don’t understand -them? Civilisation is at such a low ebb in this land of -ours. Quite otherwise over there. I attended a trial in -France ... a woman who had committed the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sottise</span></i> of -hacking her child to pieces, chopping it up small, and cooking -it ... what further could you have? It would have -been a bad look-out for her in this country. Over there, -she simply had to take the precaution of providing <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances -atténuantes</span></i>, ... and she got off all right. That’s -what I call philanthropy—civilisation! Just look for civilisation -<em>here</em>! there’s nothing of the sort. Everything is -taken ill here. If your scales or your weights are not quite -right, they take it ill of you! If you call a man a thief or a -scoundrel, in the friendliest way in the world, and can’t produce -your proofs on the spot, they take it ill of you! Just -as if those were not the biggest scoundrels of all against -whom nothing can be proved! If you happen to swear -falsely, they take that ill too! Why, not long ago I heard of -a man undergoing very unpleasant treatment in public, -because he—it seems incredible—because he had set his -own house on fire! Stupid nation this! Not the faintest -notion of the universal rights of mankind! The house -belonged to him; what business was it of people’s what he -did with it? Why shouldn’t he make a bonfire of it as -soon as smoke this “light brown”? (Good cigar, too!) -Yes, they say, but ... his <em>next-door neighbour</em>! Stuff and -nonsense! Am <em>I</em> not to illuminate, because somebody else -prefers to sit in darkness? If my next-door neighbour has -cat’s eyes, he had better go and live somewhere else.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No, no,—that delicate feeling,—that tact,—that talent for -making black white with all the facility in the world, and -without fear of contradiction,—and above all, the glorious -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances atténuantes</span></i>,—<em>all these</em> you find only in France!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>Splendid invention, those <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances atténuantes</span></i>! They -are the lightning-conductor of the Procureur du Roi’s wrath, -as we used to say at Paris. They are galvanism applied to -the Code Napoléon. They are ... in short, they are anything -you please.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Oh, pleasant France! beloved France! When I say -France, I mean Paris. Paris, with its <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bals-musard</span></i>! Paris, -with its <em>rendezvous</em> on the Boulevards and in the Bois de -Boulogne! Paris, with its <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">limonadières</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fruitières</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bouquetières</span></i>, -and all other <em>ières</em>!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Begins to recite, with exaggerated action.</em>]</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“O France! O precious land! O paradise o’ the world!</div> - <div class='line'>I greet thee, though the marsh and mud ... marsh and mud....”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>... well, never mind; I shall hit it some other time. -How is one to find a rhyme to “world”? I ought to have -begun differently. But what I mean is, that if ever I find -myself mixed up in this <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fâcheuse affaire</span></i> of the cheques, I -shall at once make my native country a present of my -citizenship, and take shares in France. Then I shall have -the right of being attended to by a French court, take a few -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances atténuantes</span></i> with me, and Frans is all right—quits -the court without a stain on his character!</p> - -<p class='c009'>A greater fool than that young Huser I never saw in all -my born days. Who ever heard of a man letting himself be -ill-treated in the place of another? I never could understand -that story. The imbecile! I wish I knew where to -find him; I should go to him, and say, “Huser, my dear -boy, we’ve made a mistake again about a signature or two; -do make yourself responsible for the error—there’s a good -fellow.” I believe, upon my soul! the man would be fool -enough to do it over again. I can’t explain the matter, but -I dare swear that Huser, in spite of his sour face, was the -most faithful chum in the world. I would bet something -that he had been brought up at Paris, or at least had a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span>French nurse or a Swiss <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bonne</span></i>. Sacrifices like that it -would be vain to look for elsewhere ... [<em>A knock at the -door.</em>] Ho, hey! <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">entrez</span></i>.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Sits down on a chair in the middle of the stage, -stretching his legs straight out in front of him.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'>Look here now, Frans, you must represent your master, -the noble and honourable gentleman, Jonkheer Karel -Bernhard Anton Jozef Delmare Van Bergen Van Wiesendaal! -(<em>Raises his voice.</em>) <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Entrez!</span></i></p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>General Van Weller</span>, <em>in undress uniform, with a riding-whip in his hand</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>without looking round</em>). Who’s there?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Look round, and perhaps you’ll know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I’m just like Louis Napoleon’s knights—I do well, -but I don’t care to look round.<a id='r7' /><a href='#f7' class='c010'><sup>[7]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>looks round with displeasure, then approaches -and gazes fixedly for a few moments at Frans</em>). No, you are -not he. You are too low-looking a fellow to be my nephew. -Who are you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>without changing his position</em>). In the first place, -or, as we used to say at Paris, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">primo</span></i>, I must request you to -allow me to express my thanks for your very flattering -opinion with regard to my physiognomy; <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">secundo</span></i>, it would -be the proper thing for you to do me the favour of informing -me of <em>your</em> name.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span> -<img src='images/i_061.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“ENTREZ.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span><em>Van Weller.</em> Insolence personified!—my nephew cannot -be far off. (<em>To Frans.</em>) My name is Jan Weller. Who are -you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I don’t know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> It is surely your place to know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Alas! who in this corrupt age does know himself? -At Ephesus, it was written——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> That does not concern me, or you either. -What is your name?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> That’s another matter. My late master used to -call me....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>impatiently</em>). Well?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> ... when he was in a good-humour, “You vagabond!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Pretty! very pretty! If you keep up this -game much longer, I shall be tempted to write that name on -your back with my horsewhip!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Don’t do that, please. It would cause confusion, -as it is not my name at present.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>smiling</em>). Well, tell me your name, then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Girls who don’t know me call me “Angel,” or -something similar. Others,—of earlier date,—“scoundrel, -wretch, miscreant,” and I don’t know what all ... mostly -words that are not to be found in the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Dictionnaire de -l’Académie</span></cite>.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Tell me, in the devil’s name, who you are, -fellow!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> My mother used to call me Levi....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Yes, but ... that is not my name. She only -called me so, because there was a Jew of that name who -sold vegetables down our street, and I could imitate him so -well.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> It is enough to exhaust any man’s patience! -Speak out, once for all, in whose rooms am I?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<span class='sc'>Andries</span> <em>puts his head in at the door</em>.]</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span><em>Andries.</em> Are you here, General?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>springs to his feet</em>). General? Your obedient -servant!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>to Andries</em>). Come in! [<em>Enter Andries.</em>] -Ask this fellow his name. If he does not answer briefly, and -to the point, as soon as I give the word “March!” you -take him by the collar and throw him out of window.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries salutes, turns on his heel, and marches up to -Frans. Frans approaches the bed.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em>(<em>to Frans</em>). What are you going to do?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> With your permission, General ... I have always -been a lover of military exercises, but being only a civilian -I am not at all well up in window-throwing drill, and so, I -thought, a couple of pillows on the pavement....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Andries, bring the fellow here!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Points to the floor with his riding-whip. Frans escapes -Andries who walks toward him with a stiff -military step.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Quick march! Seize him, and bring him -here!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Sits down. Andries seizes Frans, and drags him -roughly to the spot indicated, but in such a manner -that Frans stands with his back to the General.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Right about face!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries turns Frans round by the shoulders, forcing him -to face the General,—then takes a step backward, -and remains standing at attention.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> (<em>throws the riding-whip to Andries</em>). Take it! -Now, attend! When I say “Out!” you begin to thrash him -till the word is given to stop. (<em>To Frans.</em>) What is your -name?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I have already told you, sir, that my mother—</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Out!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries lays on with the whip.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> No—no—oh!—my name is Frans Varel, General!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span><em>Van Weller.</em> Leave out the “General!” for the future. -And the “oh!” also. Answer briefly what I ask you—no -more, no less. What is your profession?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Valet, or rather secretary, to——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Enough! Who is your master?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Jonkheer Van Bergen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Just so, that must be the right man! Has -he any other name besides Bergen?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> My master’s full name is Jonkheer Karel Bernhard -Anton Jozef Delmare Van Bergen Van Wiesendaal. (<em>Aside.</em>) -Oh! how miserably I’m representing him!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> How old is your master?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I think he is twenty-eight.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> The same! the same! How long have you -been in his service?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> We grew up together.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Then you knew his father?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Certainly. It was he who used to call me “vagabond,” -when——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> That is not what I am asking. How long -is it since the old gentleman died?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>considering</em>). Fifteen or sixteen years.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Did he die of an illness?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He certainly did not die of health.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>impatiently</em>). Speak out—what did he die -of?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Of ... of ... an exaggerated sense of honour.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Speak plainly, fellow, or I’ll give the word! -Relate what happened shortly before his death.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Shortly before his death....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well—be quick!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He was still alive.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>angrily</em>). Out!</p> -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries lays on with the whip.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>quickly</em>). Stop!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span><em>Van Weller</em>(<em>to Andries</em>). Why are you not thrashing him -as I told you? You hear him trying to make a fool of -me!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> The word was given to stop, General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> He gave it, not I!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> There was nothing about that in the orders, -General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> I am in sole command here, of course. -Now speak, you scoundrel, quickly! <em>Out</em>——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Oh, sir! I’m beginning! The next day——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> What? What day? I know nothing yet!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Monsieur Socrates also knew nothing. The recognition -of this fact is the source of all wisdom, General. I am -telling you the story in my own way, beginning at the end. -I belong to the school of M. Dumas and M. Sue.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Don’t wear out my patience any longer, -fellow! Relate consecutively what took place on the last -day of Mr Van Bergen’s life.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He got up at half-past four in the morning, and put -on his socks and boots. I did not see this, but I am -induced to believe it, as he appeared, a little later, with his -boots and spurs on. It is thus a fair inference that he had -just put them on, unless, like M. Charles Douze, he had -been sleeping in them—in which case....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Are you quite incorrigible? Don’t tell me -the story like that!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Am <em>I</em> to blame? <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">N’est pas conteur qui veut.</span></i> I -did not profess to be a good story-teller, General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Silence! I ask you for the last time whether -you are willing to relate, in a proper manner, what you know -of the affair?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> About Charles Douze? He was born——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Out!</p> -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries strikes Frans with the whip, several times.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Ai! ai!—oh! General!—I’ll tell you everything!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span><em>Van Weller.</em> Stop! (<em>To Frans.</em>) Now go on, and think -of your back.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> The old gentleman had come back from an -assembly at Court, the evening before, very much put out. -They said he had had a quarrel, and was to fight a duel next -day. I only know this by tradition, as you may say, -because I and the young master were under arrest, -locked up in the summer house, because we had stolen -apri——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Never mind the apricots, and tell me about -the duel.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Well, then—my master must have slept very badly -that night. This, too, I only know by way of tradition; and -since tradition represents the border-land between the dark -region of myth and the daylight of history——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Out——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Ow!—wait—listen! Next morning he went out at -five o’clock, and came home at half-past six, mortally -wounded. He had a bullet in his left breast, whence I infer -that he had been shot. But I cannot with certainty——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Silence! Who was his adversary?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> That I do not know. The coachman who drove -the master out, said....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>impatiently</em>). Well?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Said he did not know either.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>stamps his foot</em>). Did your master die soon -after?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Yes—at half-past one that afternoon ... as near -as I can guess. For, you see, as the young gentleman had -fastened a frog to the pendulum of the big clock that stood -in the hall——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> To the deuce with your frogs and your -clocks! Answer me—did any one come to see Bergen -before his death?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Yes; three officers, one of them a major.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). Ah! that was Huser. (<em>To Frans.</em>) -What happened then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> They were admitted to see him, but the servants -were sent away. But as I have always been very fond of -tragedy scenes, I managed to peep through the keyhole; -and I saw that the Major fell on his knees beside the bed, -and cried. The kneeling was very well done ... his -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">contenance</span></i> was simply perfect ... I was all attention. -Old Mr Van Bergen held out his hand to him, and said——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>rising quickly</em>). That is just what I want to -know—go on!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> That he was thirsty.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>sits down again, as if disappointed</em>). That’s -not what I meant. Go on!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> They gave him something to drink. Then he sat -up in bed, and put his arms round that officer. “Let us -part in peace,” he said, “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sans rancune</span></i>!” The officer kept -on crying, and said, “Can you ever forgive me, Bergen?” -The master smiled, and said, “Gladly! gladly!—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sans rancune</span></i>, -dearest——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well—dearest <em>what?</em></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I couldn’t catch the name. And I never saw -that Major again. I heard that he died about six months -later.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). It must have been Huser—not a -doubt about it! (<em>To Frans.</em>) And then? What happened -next?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> The wounded man asked one of the officers to call -his little Charles—that was the young master, who was still -in the summer-house—<em>I</em> had got out.... The young -gentleman came up to the bed, and, instead of being pleased -at getting out sooner than he expected, he began to cry too.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Go on, go on!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> After being silent for some time, the master said -to the Major——</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span><em>Van Weller.</em> Go on, do, fellow! I’ve been waiting for -that about an hour!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He said,—“Don’t distress yourself over my death. -It was in fair fight. My fate might have been yours. Only—be -a father to my poor Charles!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> What next?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> The Major began to sob again, and cried, “I swear -to you I will!” Then Baron Van Bergen smiled pleasantly, -held out his hand to him once more, and died. [<em>V. W. -remains lost in thought.</em>] It was a touching scene, General. -The old gentleman died almost as naturally as M. Furneau -of the Théâtre Royal. I should have been quite overcome -with emotion if the other two officers had possessed any -knowledge of the stage. They seemed to be novices, who -had never been in Paris. Not the faintest idea of tragic -action—they didn’t even wring their hands! Of course -that of itself gave them a stupid attitude——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Will you hold your tongue? How was it that -you never saw this officer again?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> They said in the kitchen that he was abroad with -his son, and that when he came home he was going to -take Master Charles with him. But he never came back.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> And his son?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I never heard anything about him.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Have you ever seen him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Never.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). I think the fellow is lying. (<em>To -Frans.</em>) Did you ever know a man by the name of Huser?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Huser? Yes, very well indeed. He was the young -master’s greatest friend. Or rather—for they weren’t exactly -friends—he was ... he did ... he gave ... well, I -never quite knew what to make of that Huser.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Now we’re getting near it! What became of -Huser?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> H’m!—nothing much! ... he did not turn out -<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>anything to boast of, General. He was careless,—he was fast ... that is to say, he wasn’t exactly that. He gambled ... at least, no, he never gambled. But ... in short, I -don’t know anything about it. All I know is, that he came -to smash in the end.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). Poor Gustav! poor boy! (<em>To Frans.</em>) -Go on, man, tell me all you know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He had a difference of opinion with the Procureur -du Roi, as we used to say at Paris. He had been imprudent—(<em>whispers</em>)—forged -cheques!—people took it ill of him,—and—you -know the law, General!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). Poor boy! (<em>To Frans.</em>) But how -was that possible? Was he in debt?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> On the contrary, his father had left him plenty -of money, and he lived very economically.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> And he did not play, you say?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Never. He had old-fashioned notions on that -head.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Was he, perhaps, given to courting?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Oh! no—he was too stiff and solemn for that. He -always looked sulky and discontented. He was a tiresome -sort of fellow. I think, even, that he used to make verses.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> And he was your master’s friend?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> No, and ... yes! He was always with us, and -at our rooms. He always helped the young master when he -had the chance; but afterwards he used to give it him like -blazes.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Strange, very strange! And how long ago is -that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Four years.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> What was your master doing then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Nothing.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> How? I thought he was at the university.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Well—studying, and doing nothing—that comes -pretty much to the same thing.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span><em>Van Weller.</em> And this Huser?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Before that <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fâcheux évènement</span></i> I spoke of, he was -studying too. I think he wanted to be a lawyer....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Silence! Nothing but what I ask you! Is -your master a good sort of man?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> He might certainly be better.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Silence! You deserve a good thrashing. -He is a bad servant that speaks ill of his master. If I ask you -any question that you would injure your master by answering, -then you are to hold your tongue. Do you understand? -I don’t want to make any traitors. Remember this carefully, -or I shall give the word. Did your master play high -at the university? [<em>Frans is silent.</em>] ... So—he’s silent ... -therefore our young gentleman <em>did</em> play ... therefore he -is betraying his master by his silence.... Out!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries strikes him.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Oh! my dear good gentleman, what <em>am</em> I to say? -No, no, the young master never gambled.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> He lies! Yes—I forgot to say that if you -don’t tell the truth, I shall give the word too. Did your -master gamble at the university? Out!</p> -<p class='c017'>[<em>Andries again raises the whip.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>points to the window</em>). Fire! fire! for heaven’s -sake!—save yourselves! ... fire!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>The General hastens to the window. Andries remains -rigidly at his post. Frans runs to the door.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> I should have done that sooner. (<em>With a low bow.</em>) -General, your humble servant.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>returning from the window</em>). I see nothing, -absolutely nothing. Where is the fellow?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> He’s run away, General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Why didn’t you hold him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> That was not in the orders, sir.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> The scoundrel has been making a fool of -me! Never mind—I know enough for the present. Do you -know him, Andries?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span><em>Andries.</em> Yes, sir, he’s a good-for-nothing fellow.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Of course—like master, like man!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Sophie</span>, <em>with a note</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> You here, Andries? (<em>Looks at General V. W.</em>) -Who’s this man?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> Hush—sh!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>to Andries</em>). Silence! (<em>To Sophie.</em>) What do -you want here, my girl?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>looks hard at him</em>). I have a note for young Mr -Van Bergen’s man. (<em>To Andries.</em>) Hasn’t Frans been -here? Surely this is the gentleman’s room? He said -number four, and——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Just give me that note.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Are you Mr Van Bergen’s man too?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Yes. Give it here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>to Andries</em>). Will it be all right if I give it to this -man? [<em>Andries does not answer.</em>] Good gracious! what’s -the matter? Why are you standing there as glum and stiff -as if you were on parade?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Tries to seize his hand, but he pushes her gently back.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries</em> (<em>nodding towards the General, who is watching -them with an air of amusement</em>). Eh!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>shakes him by the arm</em>). Do speak! What is it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> Eh!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Has <em>he</em> made you like that? (<em>To Van Weller.</em>) -What does this mean? I don’t like it. It doesn’t suit me at -all. May I ask you, for the last time, to tell me what -it means? [<em>Van Weller laughs heartily.</em>] Still better! -He thinks he’s making a fool of me. [<em>Turns to Andries -and shakes his arm again.</em>] Andries, Andries, do speak, or I -shall be angry!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries</em> (<em>under his breath</em>). Do be quiet! It’s the -General!</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span> -<img src='images/i_072.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“ENTER SOPHIE WITH A NOTE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span><em>Sophie.</em> Oh! (<em>Turns to Van Weller.</em>) Please, sir, may I -ask why you wouldn’t let Andries go out on leave the other -day? That was not nice of you. I’d——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>to Andries</em>). Who is this pretty child?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> She’s Mam’zelle Sophie, Freule Van Wachler’s -maid.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Why, that’s fortunate! (<em>To Sophie.</em>) Well, -and how is my sister Koosje?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>surprised</em>). Your sister Koosje, sir?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Yes—Mevrouw Wachler!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>curtseys</em>). Very well, sir. (<em>To Andries.</em>) Think of -that—I never knew that the mistress’s Christian name was -Koosje. Why, that’s a name any one of us might have!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>to Andries</em>). Are you in love with this -charming creature?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> With your permission,—yes, General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> <em>That’s</em> nice of you, Andries! <em>I</em> never asked any -one’s permission. And supposing the gentleman were to -say, No?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well, well,—you may make your mind easy,—I -won’t say No! (<em>To Andries, calling him aside.</em>) Something -has just occurred to me. I don’t want that rascal to -tell his master that I have been questioning him. Does -he care about...? [<em>makes the gesture of drinking</em>].</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> Yes, General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> And try to persuade your sweetheart to stay -here a little. I should like to talk to her.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> Yes, General. (<em>To Sophie.</em>) Just give your note -to the General, Sophie, and answer him nicely if he asks -anything, and be as pleasant and polite as you can. Remember, -he can let me off on leave!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Salutes, and turns to go, but comes back.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well—what is it now?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Andries.</em> Am <em>I</em> to be drunk, too, General?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> No need for that! March!</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit Andries.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Do you wish to take the note, sir?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span><em>Van Weller.</em> Just lay it down here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> But I think there’s some hurry about it. The -young gentleman said I was to bring a key back with me.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Van Weller takes the note, and reads it, with gestures -of astonishment. Looking round, he sees the casket. -He goes up to it, and stands still, lost in thought. -At last he takes the key out of the lock and gives it -to Sophie.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> There’s the key, my girl. You have done -your errand well—so go now—just go.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> But Andries said you wanted to talk to me.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Yes ... no ... it’s hardly needed now.... -Or.... (<em>hesitating</em>) How are things going, Sophie?—is -there to be a wedding soon?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>confused</em>). Yes—if Andries....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> I’m not speaking of Andries now—I mean -in the Van Wachler family.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Ah! I think there will, indeed! for the young lady -has three lovers.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> That’s enough to begin with. I had only -heard of one. And who are they?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>counts on her fingers</em>). First, Jonkar Van Bergen,—then -the music-master, Holm,—and the third is old Mr Buys.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> What do you say?—a music-master?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Oh, don’t laugh at him, sir—he’s such a good -man! It’s only a pity that he’s always so sad.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> And why do you think he is one of the -young lady’s lovers?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Why—because Mr Van Wachler said so himself.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Surely you misunderstood him, my good girl.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Why so? For my part, I should prefer him to -Jonkar Van Bergen. Mr Holm is less merry and cheerful, -but then one can see that he has had his troubles. They -say he is a prince, who has for some reason or other turned -music-master,—but I’m not sure of that.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span><em>Van Weller.</em> And Jonkar Karel?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Jonkar Van Bergen is—but please don’t say I said -so, sir—I don’t think he is to be trusted. This morning, he -had been talking to Madame about the young lady and Mr -Holm—Madame is very much opposed to the music-master....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> That I can well believe!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Well ... he put his arm round her neck and kissed -her, and when she was out of the room he made fun of her, -though she had just been calling him “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">charmant garçon</span></i>.” -Later on, I heard him say, “Just as silly as ever! She’ll -choke with her affection some day!” Now, do you call that -a man to be trusted, sir?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> No, not exactly. [<em>Chucks her under the -chin.</em>] But old Buys now?—how did you come to think of -him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> I don’t quite understand how it is. I never used -to notice anything. He is nearly as old as you, sir—and -one can’t love a man like that, can one?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>with a start</em>). Ah!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> I mean love like—love as one——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Yes, yes, I understand. I’ll make you a -present of the explanation.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Well—I know nothing about it—but, the other -day, when I went up to her sitting-room—now don’t say I -told you, sir!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> No, no—just go on.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> She was sitting on his knee, and he kissed her.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Well, I’m surprised at my niece!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> Oh! don’t think any harm of her, sir! The three -lovers is the only thing, and I don’t think the worse of her -for that! If I were a man, I’d want to be her lover too,—I’m -sure I would!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>aside</em>). I think I must be on the track. -(<em>To Sophie.</em>) Look here, can you hold your tongue?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span><em>Sophie.</em> Yes—when I’ve nothing to say.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> When you get home, don’t mention having -seen me. I have just returned from Java, and want to -surprise the family. Give young Mr Karel the key, and say -you had it from Frans.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie.</em> But—that would be a story.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Did you never tell a fib in your life?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>after thinking a while</em>). Only once—when Andries -asked me whether....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> All right, my child. Say whatever you like.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sophie</em> (<em>coaxingly</em>). Please, sir, if Andries asks for leave——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> He shall get it! If I were Andries, and had -a sweetheart like you, I should have deserted long ago!</p> - -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit Sophie.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>alone</em>). I shall find him—I must find him!—on -my soul I will find him. [<em>Starts, as if remembering something.</em>] -That note!—there was something about Huser in -it. [<em>Takes it up and reads.</em>] “Frans, lock the casket at -once,—I forgot it. There are letters from Huser in it that -concern us alone. Send me the key.” Why is he so -anxious to keep these letters secret, as if the existence of -the State depended on the publication of a student’s correspondence? -I left the box open—but it’s not honest, -Weller! [<em>Walks up and down, as if in doubt.</em>] It’s not -honest. But, Gustaf!—perhaps it will help me to trace -him! I <em>will</em> read them! [<em>He goes up to the box, takes out -some papers, looks at them, and lays them aside. At last he -comes to one which he appears to recognise.</em>] That’s Gustaf’s -hand. [<em>Sits down, reads, and seems much disturbed. At -last he jumps up.</em>] Andries! Yes, my presentiment did not -deceive me! Oh! my noble boy, where are you? Gustaf! -Gustaf! But that scoundrel—that Karel Van Bergen,—who, -Heaven mend it! calls himself my nephew. I must see -him! He shan’t have that girl of my sister’s, though she -were ten times as much of a coquette, and had twenty lovers -<span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span>instead of three! She would still be too good for him! -Andries!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Frans</span>, <em>intoxicated</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>sings</em>).</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Mon maître est an filou</span></div> - <div class='line'><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Et moi j’ n’ suis pas bête ... la ... la....</span>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c018'>Ah! good-morning! good-morning! <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Mon maître est un -filou.</span></i> Oh, yes! but we’ve had <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances</span></i>, splendid <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">circonstances</span></i>—to -begin with.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller.</em> Andries!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans.</em> Andries is a good fellow, a downright good fellow—but -just the least bit <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bête</span></i>. Never been to Paris, sir? Are -you coming to Paris? <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Allons mourir pour la patrie.</span></i></p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Approaches the General.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>pushes him away roughly, so that Frans falls -on the sofa</em>). Lie there, beast! Andries!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Frans</em> (<em>muttering</em>). <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Mon maître est un filou....</span></i> [<em>Falls asleep.</em>]</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Andries</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Weller</em> (<em>stamps his foot</em>). Where the devil have you -been all this time, fellow? Get the horses—at once—I must -see the king immediately! [<em>Exit Andries.</em>] My poor boy -shall be righted, or they shall never hear the last of it!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in8'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line'>(<em>From</em> “<cite>The Bride in Heaven</cite>.”)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>DROOGSTOPPEL INTRODUCES HIMSELF.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>I am a coffee-broker, and live at No. 37 Lauriergracht. -It is not my custom to write novels, or any such thing; so -it was a long time before I made up my mind to order a -couple of reams of paper and begin the work which you, -dear reader, have just taken up, and which you ought to -read if you are in the coffee business,—or, in fact, if you -<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>are anything else. And not only have I never written -anything which was in the least like a novel, but I don’t -hold with even reading anything of the sort, because I -am a man of business. For several years past, I have -been asking myself, what is the use of such things? and -I am perfectly amazed at the impudence of poets and -novelists in palming off upon you things which have never -happened, and, for the most part, never can happen. -Now, in <em>my</em> business,—I am a coffee-broker, and live in -the Lauriergracht, No. 37,—if I were to send in to a -principal (a principal is a man who sells coffee) an account -containing only a small part of the untruths which -are the main point in all poems and romances—why, he -would at once go to Busselinck & Waterman. (Busselinck -& Waterman are coffee-brokers too; but it is not necessary -for you to know <em>their</em> address.) So I take good care not to -write any novels, or send in wrong accounts. I have always -noticed that persons who let themselves in for that kind of -thing generally get the worst of it. I am forty-three, and -have been at the Exchange for twenty years, so that I have -every right to put myself forward when a man of experience -is in demand. I have seen plenty of firms fail in my time! -And usually, when I examined into the causes of their -failure, it seemed to me that they must be sought for in -the wrong direction given to most people in their youth.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>I</em> say, “truth and sound sense!” and that I stick to. -The mistake comes in, in the first place, with Van Alphen;<a id='r8' /><a href='#f8' class='c010'><sup>[8]</sup></a> -and that in his very first line about the “dear little creatures.” -What on earth could induce this old gentleman to call himself -an adorer of my little sister Truitje, who had sore eyes; -or of my brother Gerrit, who was always biting his nails? -And yet he says that “he sang these verses, compelled by -love.” I used often to think, when I was a child, “Man, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>I <em>should</em> like to meet you, just for once—and then, if you -refused me the marbles I should ask you for, or the whole -of my name in chocolate letters” (my name is Batavus), -“then I should consider you a liar.” But I never saw Van -Alphen. I think he was already dead when he used to tell -us that my father was my best friend. I thought far more -of Pauweltje Winser, who lived next door to us. And that -my little dog was so grateful for kindness! We never kept -dogs, because they are dirty.</p> - -<p class='c009'>That is the way children are brought up; and, later on, -come other lies again. A girl is an angel! The man who was -the first to discover that, never had any sisters of his own. -Love is bliss! One is going to fly, with one object or -another, to the end of the earth. The earth has no ends; -and, besides, love is madness. No one can say that I do -not live happily with my wife,—she is a daughter of Last -& Co., coffee-brokers. I am a member of <em>Artis</em>,<a id='r9' /><a href='#f9' class='c010'><sup>[9]</sup></a>—she has -a shawl that cost ninety-two florins,—and yet there was never -any question between us of a foolish love like that, which -insists on living at the very end of the earth! When we -were married, we made a little tour to the Hague, she -bought some flannel there, and I am wearing under-vests -made of it to this day,—but love never drove us out into the -world any farther than that. Thus, it is all madness, and -lies together!... It is not verses alone that seduce the -young into untruthfulness. Just go into the theatre, and -listen to the falsehoods that are being spread abroad there! -The hero of the play is pulled out of the water by -some fellow on the point of going into the bankruptcy -<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>court. Then he gives the fellow half his fortune. That -cannot happen! Not long ago, when my hat was blown -into the Prinsengracht I gave the man who brought it back -to me twopence, and he was quite satisfied. Of course, I -know I should have had to give something more if it had -been myself that he pulled out, but certainly not half what -I possess. Why, it is quite clear that, on this principle, one -need only fall into the water twice to be ruined! But the -worst of it is, with such things represented on the stage, the -public gets so accustomed to all these falsehoods, that it -thinks them fine, and applauds them. I should just like to -throw a whole pit full of such people into the water, and see -whose applause was sincere. I, who hold by the truth, warn -every one that I am not going to pay so high a salvage for -the fishing up of my person. Any one who is not satisfied -with less, may just let me stay where I am. On a Sunday, -however, I should pay rather more, because then I wear -my gold watch-chain, and my best coat.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes! the stage ruins many—still more than the novels. -It looks so well! With a little gold tinsel and paper lace, -things can be made so attractive. For children, that is to -say; and for people who are not in business. Even when -they want to represent poverty on the stage, the picture given -is always a false one. A girl, whose father has gone bankrupt, -is working to keep the family. Very good! There -she sits, then, sewing, knitting, or embroidering. But just -count the stitches that she takes in the course of the whole -scene. She talks, she sighs,—she keeps running to the -window,—but she does not work. The family who can -live on such work as this, must have few wants indeed! -Of course a girl like this is the heroine. She has thrown -several villains down the stairs. She continually calls out, -“Oh! my mother! my mother!” and thus represents -virtue. What sort of a virtue do you call that, that takes -a year to finish a pair of woollen socks? Does not all this -give people wrong ideas about virtue and working for their -living?</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span> -<img src='images/i_081.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“AND HE WAS QUITE SATISFIED.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>Then her first lover—he was formerly a clerk at the -copying-book, but now a millionaire—suddenly comes back -and marries her. Lies again. A man with money will -never marry a girl from a house that has failed.... And -then—virtue rewarded! I have had plenty of experience -in my time; but still it shocks me terribly when I see -truth perverted in this way. Virtue rewarded! Isn’t it -just like making a traffic out of virtue? It is not so in -this world, and a very good thing it is that it is not. -Where is the merit of being virtuous, if virtue is to be -rewarded? Now, I am as virtuous as most people, but do -I expect to be rewarded for it? If my business goes on -well,—which, in fact, it does;—if my wife and children keep -in health, so that I have no worry with the doctor and -chemist;—if, year by year, I can put away a little sum for -my old age ...;—if Fritz grows up a good man of business, -so that he can step into my shoes when I retire and go to -live at Driebergen, ...—well, if all these things are so, I -am quite content. But all that is a natural result of circumstances, -and of my attention to business. I don’t ask -for any special reward for my virtue.</p> - -<p class='c009'>That I am virtuous, is quite evident from my love for -truth. This—next to my attachment to our orthodox belief—is -my ruling passion. And I should like the reader to -be quite convinced of this, because it is my excuse for -writing this book.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A second passion, which rules me quite as much, is my -devotion to my business. And it is these two which have -caused me to write this book. I am now going to explain -how this happened.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in7'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line'>(<em>From “Max Havelaar.”</em>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>DROOGSTOPPEL PAYS A CHARITABLE VISIT.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c019'>Droogstoppel had undertaken to publish a volume selected from the -MSS. of his old schoolfellow Havelaar—<em>alias</em> “Sjaalman,”—who had -returned from the Indies in great poverty. He was preparing it for the -press with the help of his son Fritz and his German clerk Stern. He -soon found that the work involved difficulties.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Besides the difficulty of selecting and arranging what was -necessary out of such a mass of materials, there were constantly -occurring in the MSS. words and expressions which -Stern could not understand, and which were new even to -me. They were mostly Javanese or Malay. Moreover, -many abbreviations were used, which were difficult to -decipher. I saw that we needed Sjaalman, and as I do not -think it good for a young man to pick up undesirable -acquaintances, I was unwilling to send either Stern or Fritz. -I took with me some sweets that had remained over from -our last party,—for I am always one to think of things like -that,—and I set out to look for his abode. It was not a very -brilliant one,—but there is no such thing as equality among -people, so how can they all expect to live in the same sort -of houses? He says something of the same kind himself in -his essay on “Claims to Happiness.” Besides, I don’t -think anything of people who are always discontented.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was in the Langeleidsche Dwarsstraat, in a back-room -upstairs. The ground floor was occupied by a second-hand -dealer, who sold all sorts of things—cups and saucers, furniture, -old books, glass, pictures by Van Speyk, and I don’t -know what else. I was terribly afraid of breaking something; -for in such a case the people always charge you more than -the things are worth. A little girl was sitting on the steps, -dressing her doll. I asked her whether Mr Sjaalman lived -there. She ran away, and presently her mother came.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span> -<img src='images/i_084.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“A SECOND-HAND DEALER, WHO SOLD ALL SORTS OF THINGS.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>“Yes, he lives here, sir. Just you go upstairs to the -first door, and then up the next floor to the next door, and -then another flight of stairs, and then you can’t miss it. -Mijntje, just run up and say there’s a gentleman. Who -shall I say is asking for them, sir?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>I told her I was Mijnheer Droogstoppel, coffee-broker in -the Lauriergracht, but that I would announce myself. I -climbed up as high as they had told me, and heard a child’s -voice singing inside the door on the third floor. I knocked, -and the door was opened by a woman—or a lady. I really -did not quite know what to make of her; she looked very -pale, and tired, and the look in her face made me think -of my wife on washing-day. She was dressed in a long -white shirt or jacket, without a waist, that hung down to her -knees, and was fastened in front with a black pin. Under -this, instead of a proper skirt or petticoat, she wore a piece -of dark flowered linen, wound round her several times, and -rather tight at hips and knees. There was no trace of folds, -width, or fulness, such as there ought to be in any decent -woman’s dress. I was glad I had not sent Fritz, for I -thought her costume very indelicate; and what made it still -stranger was the ease with which she moved—as if she felt -quite comfortable like that. The creature seemed quite -unconscious that she did not look like other women. -Moreover, she did not seem in the least embarrassed at my -coming. She hid nothing under the table, and did not -push the chairs about, or do any of the things you always -see people do when a respectably dressed stranger comes in.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She had her hair combed back like a Chinese, and -fastened behind her head in a sort of twist or knot. I have -heard since that her dress was a sort of Indian costume, -which they call <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarong</span></i> and <em>kaabai</em> out there, but I thought -the whole thing very ugly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you Juffrouw Sjaalman?” I asked.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span> -<img src='images/i_086.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“A LONG WHITE SHIRT OR JACKET.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>“Whom have I the honour of speaking to?” she said, in -a tone that seemed to convey that I ought to have said -something about <em>honour</em> too.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Well—I don’t hold with compliments. A principal is a -different matter, and I have been in business long enough -to know what I am about; but I didn’t think it necessary -to use much ceremony in a third-floor back. So I said, -without more ado, that I was Mijnheer Droogstoppel, coffee-broker, -Lauriergracht, No. 37, and I wanted to see her -husband. Well—and why should I have made any more -fuss about it?</p> - -<p class='c009'>She offered me a rush-bottomed chair, and took a little -girl on her lap, who was sitting on the ground playing. The -little boy, whom I had heard singing, looked full at me, and -stared at me from top to toe. He, too, did not seem in the -least embarrassed. He was a little chap of about six, as -queerly dressed as his mother. He had on a wide pair of -knickerbockers that did not come down to the knees; and -his legs were bare from there to the ankle. Very indecent, -I think. “Have you come to talk to papa?” he asked, in -a way which showed me at once that his upbringing was not -at all what it ought to be. But because I did not quite -know what attitude to take up, and also wanted to talk a -little, I answered, “Yes, my little fellow, I want to talk to -your papa. Do you think he will be coming in soon?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know; he’s gone out to look for some money to -buy me a paint-box.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hush, my boy,” said the woman. “Play with the -pictures a little, or with your Chinese puzzle-box.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, you know the gentleman came and took all the -things away yesterday.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>So that was the way he spoke to his mother—h’m! ... -and there had been “a gentleman,” it appeared, to “take -everything away.” ... Cheerful visit, this! The woman, -too, did not look in good spirits; she turned away and -wiped her eyes, when she thought I could not see her, as -<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>she put the little girl down on the floor beside her brother. -“There,” she said, “now play with Nonnie a little.” An -extraordinary name for a child.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Juffrouw,” I asked, “do you expect your husband -in soon?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I cannot say for certain,” she answered.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At this the little boy suddenly left his sister, came up to -me, and asked,</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir, why do you call mamma Juffrouw?”<a id='r10' /><a href='#f10' class='c010'><sup>[10]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, what then, youngster?” said I, “what ought I to -say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why ... just like other people. The Juffrouw lives -downstairs—she sells saucers and tops.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Well—I am a coffee-broker—Last & Co., Lauriergracht, -37—there are thirteen of us in the counting-house, and, if -you count Stern, who gets no salary, fourteen. And yet my -wife is simply called <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Juffrouw</span></i>; and does any one expect me -to go and say <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Mevrouw</span></i> to <em>that</em> person? Certainly not. -Every one ought to keep his place; and what’s more, the -sheriff’s officers had been there the day before, and taken -away the furniture. So I thought it quite the proper thing -to say <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Juffrouw</span></i>, and stuck to it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I asked why Sjaalman has not come to my house to fetch -back his parcel. She seemed to know all about it, and said -that they had been away—at Brussels. He had been -writing for the <cite><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Indépendance</span></cite> there, but had been obliged to -give it up, because the paper had so often been refused -admission into France on account of his articles. They had -returned to Amsterdam a few days since, because Sjaalman -had heard of a situation there.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At Gaafzuiger’s, I suppose?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes, that was the name. But it had come to nothing, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>after all, she said. Well, I knew more about that than she -did. He had dropped the bound volume of <cite>Aglaia</cite>, and he -was lazy, pedantic, and in bad health ... just so; that was -why they discharged him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She added that he meant to come and see me one of -these days,—perhaps he was even now on his way to my -house,—to ask me for an answer to the request he had made -to me.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I said that he could come when it suited him, but that he -was not to ring the bell, because that gives the servant so -much trouble. If he waited a little, I told her, some one -would be sure to come out sooner or later, and he could go -in then. And then I departed, taking my sweets with me, -for, to tell the truth, I didn’t like the look of things at all. -I did not feel at my ease there. Why, a coffee-broker is not -a crossing-sweeper, or a street-porter, I should think; and I -am sure I look respectable enough. I had on my fur-lined -overcoat, and yet she sat there as calmly, and talked as unconcernedly -to her children, as if she had been alone. Besides, -she seemed to have been crying, and if there is anything I -cannot put up with, it is discontented people. Besides, it -was chilly and unsociable in the place,—I suppose, because -the furniture had been taken,—and I like a room to look -cosy and comfortable. As I was going home, I thought I -would try and keep on my old clerk Bastiaans a little -longer,—because, after all, I don’t like turning a man into -the street.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in7'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line'>(<em>From “Max Havelaar.”</em>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>APHORISMS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>I think so much of Heine that I am glad I never met -him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Two people are never at the same moment equally angry -with one another.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The assertion that we prefer other work than that given -us to do, frequently implies a dislike to any work whatever.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Two left-hand gloves do not make a pair. Two half -truths do not necessarily constitute a truth.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A horseman once fell from his horse, and since then every -one who is thrown calls himself a good rider.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Every one has thoughts. Only with a few persons does -the <em>thought</em> become an <em>idea</em>. Still fewer are those who -know how to reproduce the form and colour of their ideas. -And to those who do, people continually say, “Just what I -was thinking!” Just so—except for the outline—except -for the colour—except for the light and shade. That is—except -for a great deal.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>He who has gone farthest astray is best able to find the -right road. I do not say that much straying is necessary to -know the way. Nor yet that every one who has gone astray -knows it.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>When a swift runner breaks his leg, the crawlers have a -<i><span lang="ca" xml:lang="ca">bal paré</span></i>.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span> -<img src='images/i_091.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“TWO PEOPLE ARE NEVER AT THE SAME MOMENT EQUALLY ANGRY WITH ONE ANOTHER.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>Take one piece of advice. Don’t be advised by any one.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Between soul and speech lies the length of a trumpet. I -think—I almost believe—that few trumpets are as short as -the Dutch.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>In the hospital at Amsterdam a sailor was to have his leg -amputated. The professor—I mean Tilanus—took it off -for him. The man calmly smoked his pipe, clenched his -teeth now and then, but kept the upper hand of the pain.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Professor T. admired his spirit, and spoke in praise of it -while he was putting on the bandages.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly the courageous patient gave a yell. The Professor -had pricked him with a pin.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How! <em>you</em> calling out like this? You, who just -now——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s true; but look here, Professor, <em>the pin was not -in the bargain</em>!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The sailor was right.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Professor Z. was a friend of Apothecary Y.’s. He invited -him to tea one day by means of a note, which got lost.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The note was picked up by a man who knew the signature, -and deciphered the rest. He read it as a prescription -for convulsions in cattle.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Moral: Not a day passes but the public surprises me -with a reading of my writings which is still wilder than the -interpretation of Professor Z.’s note.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>OF SELF-DEPRECIATION.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Now I am going to tell you how humility came into the -world.</p> - -<p class='c009'><i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Pygmee</span></i> was small of stature, and liked looking over other -people’s heads. In which he was seldom successful, because -he was so very small.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He went on a journey to look for people smaller than -himself, but he could not find them. And his longing to -look down on them became more and more intolerable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last he came to Patagonia, where people are so tall that -even the children just born look down on their fathers.</p> - -<p class='c009'><i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Pygmee</span></i> did not like this—in other people. But in his -despair of finding any smaller than himself, he bethought -himself of a plan. He invented a virtue, which proclaimed -as its first principle, “<em>Whosoever is taller than Pygmee must -stoop till he comes within Pygmee’s line of vision</em>,”—and the -novelty made its way. All the Patagonians became virtuous. -When any one, by walking upright, sinned against the “first -principles” of Pygmee’s virtue, he was punished in a peculiar -way. Every one who was bowed down and virtuous -jumped up and caught him round the neck till his head -reached the level of Patagonian good conduct. And the -man who was strong enough to carry all Patagonia on his -shoulders, without becoming virtuous, was set in the pillory, -with a collar round his neck, and a word inscribed thereon -in the Patagonian tongue, which, being literally translated, -signifies—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“THIS MAN MADE HIMSELF OBNOXIOUS TO PYGMEE.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>People have tacitly agreed, however, to express it in our -language by—“<em>Pride</em>.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_94'>94</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>OF EDUCATION, WITH PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATIONS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>... I am positively forced to tell you that I think -Dominie Pennewip’s lot might have been counted an extenuating -circumstance had he been convicted of eight deadly -sins at once.</p> - -<p class='c009'>I have noticed that a considerable number of great men -began their careers as swineherds (see all biographical -dictionaries); and it seems, therefore, as if this employment -called out the elements of all the qualities needed to govern -men—or to enlighten them. Which is not quite the same -thing....</p> - -<p class='c009'>... As for comparing human beings and pigs, let the -reader remember the connection between coal and diamonds, -and every one will be satisfied—even the theologians!</p> - -<p class='c009'>But, since making this observation on the splendid prospects -which await any one who has spent his tender youth -in the society of the grunting coal-diamonds of the animal -kingdom, I have several times thought it strange that, in the -biographies of great men, there should be so few examples -of ex-schoolmasters. For, after all, all the elements which -seem to constitute a pig-pasture the nursery of genius are -abundantly present in the schoolroom.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The reverse process frequently occurs. Every day we see -exiled princes giving instruction to idle youth. Dionysius -and Louis Philippe are not the only ones; and I myself -have attempted to teach French to an American. Which -proved impossible.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If elective monarchies should come into fashion again, I -should like to see the people’s choice confine itself, by -preference, to persons who had studied mankind from -models in miniature, just as one learns geography from -<span class='pageno' id='Page_95'>95</span>portable globes and atlases. All virtues, inclinations, passions, -errors, misdeeds,—all points which have to be studied -in human society,—are found in a small and comprehensive -scale on the benches of the school; and the boasted diplomacy -of many a statesman only amounts, when looked at -carefully, to the tricks of which our Machiavels of three feet -high make the warp and woof of their tactics.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The schoolmaster’s profession is not an easy one; and I -have never understood why it is so poorly paid, or, since it -seems that this is an inexorable law of nature, how it is that -people are always found to fill it, instead of drawing the -same pay as drill-instructors, and showing soldiers how -to load their guns, which is less perplexing to the mind, and -gives you more fresh air, with oxygen in it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Or else, I should prefer to be a minister. For the latter -has to do with people who are quite at one with him as to -the matter in hand, and come and listen to him of their -own free choice; while the teacher has to keep up a constant -fight with reluctance on the part of the pupils, and also with -a highly dangerous set of rivals, in the shape of tops, -marbles, and paper dolls—not to mention sweets, changing -teeth, scarlet fever, and weak mothers.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Pennewip was a man of the old school,—at least so he -would appear to us if we saw him now-a-days, in his grey coat, -long waistcoat, and knee-breeches with buckles, the whole -figure crowned with a brown wig, which he was constantly -pushing hither and thither, and which was always curled just -so at the beginning of the week—if there was no rain in -the air. For curls cannot stand damp; and it was on Sundays -that the man came with the curling-tongs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yet the <em>old-fashionedness</em> is, perhaps, only relative. Who -knows whether it was not counted new-fangled in its day; or -how soon the same thing may be said of us. However that -may be, the man was addressed as “<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">meester</span></i>,” and his school -was called a <em>school</em>, and not an <em>institution</em>. In his school, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_96'>96</span>where, according to the simple fashion of the time, boys and -girls sat side by side, you learned—or you could learn, if so -minded—reading, arithmetic, writing, the history of your -own country, psalm-singing, wool-work, knitting, marking, -and religion. All this was in the ordinary curriculum; but -any pupil who particularly distinguished him or herself by -talent, application, or obedience, received, over and above, -lessons in verse-making,—an art wherein the soul of Dominie -Pennewip greatly delighted. He “finished” the boys to the -point of complete fitness for “acceptance”;<a id='r11' /><a href='#f11' class='c010'><sup>[11]</sup></a> and, with the -help of his wife, brought the girls the length of a sampler, -with a red text on a black ground, or a spitted heart between -two flowerpots. Then their education was complete, and -they were quite fit, if so minded, to become the grandmothers -of our present generation of citizens.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>The school was empty, and the forms looked as though -the pupils had left all their weariness behind them there. -The map of Europe looked ill-temperedly down on the pile -of copy-books, next to which lay the quill pens, worn down -to the gums, so to speak, in the pot-hooks and hangers -which have opened the gate of access to all learning so long -that the memory of man goeth not to the contrary. The -difficult sum in fractions was still visible, in all its glory, on -the blackboard; but yet, the school was no school; its spirit -had fled—it was a corpse.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes, the informing mind had departed with the children. -For that these carried about with them a large quantity of -the above article shall speedily be made evident.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was the great day on which Dominie Pennewip was to -judge of the fruits of his pupils’ poetic genius. There he -sat. His much-moved wig shared in the emotions which -<span class='pageno' id='Page_97'>97</span>filled him on reading the poems; and we will be indiscreet -enough to look over his shoulder, so as, in our turn, to be -touched by impressions of never-sufficiently-to-be-appreciated -artistic enjoyment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig to the right, and at rest.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Tryntje Fop, on her Cap.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“My name is Tryntje Fop,</div> - <div class='line'>I have a cap on my head atop.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Not bad; but—let us see—yes, that is better. The -superfluous words, ‘on my head,’ weaken the impression of -the whole.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He scored through the superfluous words, and now -Tryntje Fop has simply a cap on, without a head.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This is the sort of terse and concise style I like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig somewhat to the left.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Lucas de Bryer, on our Country.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Fatherland, cake, and almonds also,</div> - <div class='line'>In the moonlight I a-walking go;</div> - <div class='line'>Cake, Fatherland, and brandy-wine,</div> - <div class='line'>I go a-walking in the moonshine.</div> - <div class='line'>Five fingers have I upon my hand,</div> - <div class='line'>In honour of our dear Fatherland.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Melodious,” said the master; “it runs quite melodiously. -And there is depth in the cake and the brandy, -with the Fatherland in between them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig to the right.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Lysje Webbelaar, on her Father’s Trade.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>“The cat fell downstairs to-day;</div> - <div class='line in6'>My father, he sells pota-</div> - <div class='line in6'>Toes and onions.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Original; but I do not like her dividing the word -potatoes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig to the left.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='pageno' id='Page_98'>98</span><span class='sc'>Jannetje Rast, on a Weathercock.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He stands on a chimney, all soot below,</div> - <div class='line'>And shows the wind the way it must blow.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“This is not quite accurate; for, strictly speaking——, -but, as a poetical license, it may pass.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig to the front.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Grietje Wanzer, on a Caterpillar.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“The little caterpillar, without fear,</div> - <div class='line'>Jumps round upon the trees, both far and near.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Descriptive poetry. There is a certain boldness in the -idea of the caterpillar fearlessly jumping about.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig at rest.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Leendert Snelleman, on Spring.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“In the spring all is bright and gay;</div> - <div class='line'>My brother’s birthday is in May;</div> - <div class='line'>But now he has chilblains on his feet.</div> - <div class='line'>So we’ll praise the spring, as it is meet.</div> - <div class='line'>Then we’ll go for walks together,</div> - <div class='line'>And look for eggs at Easter.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“It is a pity that the rhyme is so very careless. His -ideas are really uncommon, and well developed. The transition -to the egg is quite characteristic.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wig pushed down to the back of his neck.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Keesje, the Butcher’s Son—Eulogy of the Dominie.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“My father has killed many an ox with his knife,</div> - <div class='line in4'>But Master Pennewip is still in life.</div> - <div class='line in4'>Sometimes they were lean, and sometimes fat,</div> - <div class='line in4'>And he wears a wig underneath his hat.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The wig was pushed to one side—very far to one side.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“H’m—strange—what shall I say about it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wig went back again to the extreme right.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What have I got to do with the oxen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wig protested, with some impressive movements, -against all such bovine relationships.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_99'>99</span> -<img src='images/i_099.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“WIG PUSHED DOWN TO THE BACK OF HIS NECK.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_100'>100</span>“H’m—could that be what these new-fangled writers call -<em>humour?</em>”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wig was drawn forward to Dominie Pennewip’s eyebrows, -which denotes doubt.<a id='r12' /><a href='#f12' class='c010'><sup>[12]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>“I must take that boy in hand one of these days.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wig came to anchor on the zenith, by way of expressing -its satisfaction at the Dominie’s intention of taking -Butcher’s Keesje seriously in hand.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Lucas de Wilde, on Religion.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Religion’s a good thing indeed,</div> - <div class='line'>Of which all people have great need.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“The fundamental idea is correct and beautiful,” said -Pennewip, “but it ought to have been further developed.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wig nodded assent.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Truitje Gier, on Mrs Pennewip.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“The path of virtue she does show,—</div> - <div class='line'>Who would not gladly with her go?</div> - <div class='line'>And at odd moments, as is fit,</div> - <div class='line'>She teaches us to darn and knit.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The wig gave a leap of joy, and its curls embraced one -another. The master could not refrain from calling his -wife to share in the enjoyment of Truitje Gier’s effusion, -which was pasted on a piece of cardboard, and hung up -above the mantelpiece in honour both of the poetess and -her subject....</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Louwtje de Wilde, on Friendship.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Friendship is a good thing indeed,</div> - <div class='line'>Of which all people have great need.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The wig did not appear quite satisfied. Lucas de Wilde’s -<span class='pageno' id='Page_101'>101</span>“Religion” was brought to light, and placed for comparison -beside Louwtje’s “Friendship.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“H’m ... well ... it might be possible. Instances -do occur of the same idea springing up simultaneously in -two different minds.... It might ... or could ... be -so....”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Wimpje de Wilde, on Angling.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Angling is ...”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“How! What is that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes, indeed! there it was—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Angling is a good thing indeed,</div> - <div class='line'>Of which all people have great need.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The wig was in perpetual motion; it seemed as though -it too were taking part in the angling operations.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Master Pennewip hastily turned over the papers he had not -yet examined, sorted out the productions of the whole Wilde -family, and ... yes, indeed! Mietje de Wilde, Kees de -Wilde, Piet and Jan de Wilde, declared, with touching -unanimity, that religion, friendship, fishing, dreaming, cauliflower, -and conjuring are good things indeed, of which all -people have great need. It was an overwhelming flood of -good things and human need!</p> - -<p class='c009'>What was an honest wig to do? It did the best thing -that could be done under the circumstances, and more cannot -be required of any one. After perceiving the fruitlessness -of its efforts to find out any difference between fishing -and friendship, conjuring and dreaming, cauliflower and -religion, it behaved as though the matter did not concern -it in the least, and assumed a neutral position, with an air, -on the part of its little curls, of looking forward with interest -to the sequel—as the reader is no doubt doing.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_102'>102</span> -<img src='images/i_102.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“ANGLING IS A GOOD THING INDEED.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_103'>103</span><span class='sc'>Leentje de Haas, on Admiral de Ruyter.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“He climbed to the top of a tower,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And twisted ropes on the same;</div> - <div class='line in4'>Then he went to sea in a vessel,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And was crowned with eternal fame.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“He did great deeds and glorious,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And overthrew Sallee;</div> - <div class='line in4'>The States named him victorious,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Our hero of the sea.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“Then to marauding England</div> - <div class='line in6'>He went in wrath so dire,</div> - <div class='line in4'>The same he, most intrepid,</div> - <div class='line in6'>Besieged and set on fire.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“How many Christian captives</div> - <div class='line in6'>He freed from slavery’s chains!</div> - <div class='line in4'>Then Netherland’s valiant warriors</div> - <div class='line in6'>Broke all his window-panes.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“For terror of all traitors</div> - <div class='line in6'>What time he sailed the sea,</div> - <div class='line in4'>His title it was ‘Daddy’—</div> - <div class='line in6'>His wife was ‘Granny,’ she!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>“He gave the Lord the glory,</div> - <div class='line in6'>A Christian life he led,—</div> - <div class='line in4'>Then got he through his garments</div> - <div class='line in6'>A bullet, and was dead!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The wig clapped its curls applaudingly. It seemed -delighted. Alas! the joy of such a wig does not last long. -This, too, was soon to——But we will not anticipate.... -We shall know only too soon.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>“<span class='sc'>Wouter Pieterse—The Song of the Brigand.</span>”</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Hey! What’s this? And Virtue—where is Virtue?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_104'>104</span> -<img src='images/i_104.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“ADMIRAL DE RUYTER.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_105'>105</span>Dominie Pennewip could not trust his own eyes. He -turned the sheet over and looked at the back, to see if the -Virtue he had given Wouter as a subject was hidden there.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Alas, alas! there was no trace of virtue in Wouter’s composition.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Poor wig!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yes—poor wig! For after having made it to undergo -what no wig ever underwent before,—after having tugged, -plucked, ill-used, and tormented it to an extent which would -have taken more than the imagination of the whole De -Wilde family to conceive,—Dominie Pennewip tore it from -his head, doubled it up between his convulsively clenched -hands,—stammered, “Heaven and earth! Gracious goodness! -where in nature did he pick that up?”—banged it -down on his head again, clapped his venerable three-cornered -hat atop of it, and flew out of the front door like -a man possessed. He went straight to the Pieterses’ house.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Juffrouw Pieterse, Wouter’s mother, had been entertaining -a few of her friends and neighbours at a “little evening,” -with tea and cake.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good evening, Juffrouw Pieterse; I am your obedient -servant. I see you have company,—but——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t mention it, sir! Just come in and sit down!... -Will you take a cup with us—sage-milk?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Juffrouw Pieterse,” replied the master, solemnly, “I did -not come here to drink sage-milk!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But please sit down, Dominie——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was not easy, under the circumstances, but the ladies -shifted their chairs a little, and the Dominie was finally installed -in his. He was coughing with overwhelming seriousness. -He looked round on the company, drew out a roll -of papers, pulled his wig to one side, and spoke:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Juffrouw Pieterse! you are an honest, respectable -woman,—and your late husband—sold shoes——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Juffrouw Pieterse cast on Juffrouw Laps a glance of vindictive -triumph.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_106'>106</span>“Yes, sir, he did!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t interrupt me, Juffrouw Pieterse. Your deceased -consort sold shoes. I have had your children at my school, -from the time when they were <em>so</em> high, to their confirmation. -Is not that true, Juffrouw Pieterse?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir,” she replied, somewhat uneasily, for she began -to be frightened at the impressive solemnity of Pennewip’s -tone. “Yes, that’s true, Dominie!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And I ask you, Juffrouw Pieterse, whether you, so long -as you, through the means of your children, have had anything -to do with my school, have had any complaints—I -mean, well-founded complaints, Juffrouw Pieterse—to make -of the way in which I—with the help of my wife—have -given your numerous offspring instruction in reading, writing, -arithmetic, Dutch history, psalm-singing, sewing, knitting, -marking, and religion? That is what I ask you, -Juffrouw Pieterse.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A ghastly silence. The neighbour in the back-room -downstairs, who had repeatedly complained of the noise -during the evening, had every reason to be satisfied.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That is what I ask you, Juffrouw Pieterse,” repeated -the Dominie, putting on the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">pince-nez</span></i>, which was considered -antiquated in those days—destined, as it was, to become -the height of fashion some decades later.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Dominie——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No buts, Juffrouw Pieterse. I ask of you—or I ask -you,—for it is quite allowable, Juffrouw Pieterse, in this -case, to omit the preposition,—I ask you if you have any -complaints to make—I mean, of course, well-founded complaints—of -the instruction given by me in reading, -writing——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Goodness, no, Dominie!—I have no complaints; -but——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is that so? No complaints? Well, then, I declare to -you—— Where is your son Wouter?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_107'>107</span>“Wouter? Why—oh! he went out, so he did! Hasn’t -he come in yet, Trui? Wouter is out for a walk, Dominie, -with the little Hallemans—very nicely-behaved children, -Dominie,—and they live——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Eh! what?—with the Hallemans, is he?—the Hallemans -who go to the French school? oh! indeed—yes! -So it’s from the Hallemans he learns such things—it must -be——... loose morals ... utter depravity ... the -French school...! Well, in short, Juffrouw Pieterse,—I -say that your son——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I tell you that your son Wouter——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well—what has Wouter been doing now?” asked -Juffrouw Laps, rejoiced, pious person that she was, at the -new misdeed she was to hear of.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Just as Pennewip was about to open the indictment, there -was another ring at the bell,—and the unfortunate delinquent -entered the room.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Juffrouw Pieterse,” Pennewip began, “my school is -known as a good school even so far off as Kattenburg<a id='r13' /><a href='#f13' class='c010'><sup>[13]</sup></a>—do -you hear that, and understand it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh yes, Dominie!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I repeat it,—well known; and more especially so on -account of the good moral tone which prevails there,—I -mean, of course, in my school. Religion and virtue are -put foremost. I could show you verses on such subjects -that—but I will pass over that for the present. Let it -suffice you to know that my school is known as far as ... -what do I say?—I have even taught the son of a resident -in Wittenburg,<a href='#f13' class='c010'><sup>[13]</sup></a>—a block-maker he was—and once, indeed, -I was consulted in writing as to what was to be done with a -boy whose father lived no nearer than Muiderberg!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, Dominie!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_108'>108</span>“Yes, Juffrouw Pieterse! I am still in possession of the -letter—which I could show you if I chose; the man was a -sexton, and the youth had fallen into a sad habit of drawing -unseemly figures on the tombstones—but just on that -account—I mean for the sake of the religion and virtue for -which I am so well known—I feel it my duty to take this -opportunity of informing you that I do not choose to see -the good name of my school ruined by means of that good-for-nothing -rascal of a son of yours, who stands there!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Poor Wouter was aghast. That sounded very unlike the -appointment he had been dreaming of—brigand-in-chief to -the Pope of Rome,—which, however, he no longer desired, -having thought of a different position which would suit him -better.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His mother was about to proceed to what she called -“<em>her</em> religion,” and administer chastisement on the spot, in -order to satisfy the Dominie, and show him that, in her -house, too, religion and sound morals had the first place. -But the schoolmaster thought it better to inform the company -what was toward, and thereby bring the culprit to a -deeper sense of his delinquencies.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your son, Juffrouw Pieterse, belongs to the class of -robbers, murderers, and fire-raisers!” ...</p> - -<p class='c009'>No more than that!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Gracious goodness! Merciful justice! What next! -Oh! my gracious patience! How is it possible? What -human beings have to endure!” Something like this—for -I will not answer for textual accuracy—was the flood of -exclamations which overwhelmed the ten-year-old robber, -murderer, and fire-raiser. Poor Wouter!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I will read you a piece in his own handwriting,” said -the Dominie, “and any one who, after this, can still doubt -the utter depravity of this boy——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The whole company promised with one voice not to -doubt it. The poem, indeed, which Master Pennewip -<span class='pageno' id='Page_109'>109</span>thereupon proceeded to read, was of a kind which rendered -doubt on that head very difficult; and I myself, though I -have chosen Wouter as my hero, shall not find it easy to -convince the reader that he was not so bad as would appear -from his atrocious—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'>SONG OF THE BRIGAND.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“With my sword—</div> - <div class='line'>On my steed—</div> - <div class='line'>And my helmet on head,</div> - <div class='line'>Ride at them! The foeman’s skull cloven in twain,—</div> - <div class='line in10'>And forward!—”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Christian souls!” cried the whole company, “is he -mad?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in6'>“And forward!—</div> - <div class='line'>And never draw rein</div> - <div class='line'>Along the high-road,</div> - <div class='line'>The brigand’s abode,—</div> - <div class='line'>With a thrust and a blow;</div> - <div class='line'>Drive back the Dragoons—the Viscount’s laid low!” ...</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Dear heavens above us!” moaned Wouter’s mother, -“what in the world has this Viscount done to him?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“For the spoil”—</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Look at that now,—for the spoil!” said Juffrouw Laps, -“<em>I</em> always say,—they begin with a Bible, and then——”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And the spoil</div> - <div class='line'>Is my bride.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Did ever any one hear the like?—his bride! Why, the -boy’s only just cutting his second set of teeth!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And the spoil</div> - <div class='line'>Is my bride,</div> - <div class='line'>Bought for mine own with the sword at my side——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“With the sword at his side!!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And the spoil is my bride,</div> - <div class='line'>Bought for mine own with the sword at my side.</div> - <div class='line'>Like a feather I bear her right into the hall,</div> - <div class='line'>To the grotto——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_110'>110</span>“Gracious patience! what does he want in a grotto?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“As swift as the wind</div> - <div class='line'>I ride on with my prey,—</div> - <div class='line'>And I heed not her weeping—her groans are my joy,</div> - <div class='line'>What delight!——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Mercy on us! does he call that delight? It makes me -go cold all over!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Then again</div> - <div class='line'>Up and down,</div> - <div class='line'>East and west through the land!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“There he goes again!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Then again</div> - <div class='line'>Up and down,</div> - <div class='line'>East and west through the land,</div> - <div class='line'>Here a villa to raze—there a convent ablaze—</div> - <div class='line'>With rifling of treasure:</div> - <div class='line'>My pleasure!——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“The devil must be in the boy ... his pleasure!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And then we are gone!—</div> - <div class='line'>Ride on! ever on,</div> - <div class='line'>New adventures to seek—</div> - <div class='line'>My path it is marked by the steel and the fire—</div> - <div class='line'>On, on, ever on, let me hasten—nor tire,</div> - <div class='line'>My vengeance to wreak!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Gracious goodness! what can they have done to him?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“For revenge is the task</div> - <div class='line'>He would ask—</div> - <div class='line'>The king of the wood——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Is the boy mad? I’ll king him!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“For revenge is the task</div> - <div class='line'>He would ask—</div> - <div class='line'>The king of the wood—</div> - <div class='line'>Who alone, against all, his sceptre holds good——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“What sort of a thing is that?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Who alone, against all, his sceptre holds good,</div> - <div class='line'>And his banner of might!—</div> - <div class='line'>Up! Hurrah!</div> - <div class='line'>Who will come to the fight?”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_111'>111</span>The company shuddered audibly at this invitation.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Up! Hurrah!</div> - <div class='line'>Who will come to the fight?</div> - <div class='line'>We will spare no creature that ever was born—</div> - <div class='line'>Now we’ll hang all the men——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="da" xml:lang="da">Lodderyn!</span></i><a id='r14' /><a href='#f14' class='c010'><sup>[14]</sup></a> <span lang="da" xml:lang="da">Trui!</span> you see I——”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“We’ll hang all the men, and the women——”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“<span lang="da" xml:lang="da">Lodderyn! lodderyn! lodderyn! Trui!</span>”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“And the women shall mourn,</div> - <div class='line'>For our joy and delight!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Our joy and delight!” repeated Pennewip in a -sepulchral voice,—“our joy and delight!... He ... -does ... these ... things ... for ... his ... delight!”.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The whole company was near swooning. Stoffel’s pipe -had gone out. But Wouter had a sort of passive strength -in his nature; and when his mother had thrashed him -enough to secure her own return to consciousness, he lay -down, not altogether discontented, in his corner of the back -room, and soon fell asleep, to dream of Fancy.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_112'>112</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>GOING INTO BUSINESS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The plan of “going into business” was quite attractive to -Wouter. Perhaps because he did not quite know what it -meant. He asked his brother Stoffel about it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well—don’t you understand <em>that</em>? ‘In business’ -means the same thing as—as being a merchant.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But what shall I have to sell? And how shall I know -what people want?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, you must not imagine that you will have to go -about with a peddler’s pack, and ring at people’s front doors -to know if they want to buy anything. You’re a stupid; -you never will understand anything. ‘In business,’ you -see, means—it means——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Stoffel began to stammer. He was not the first to -stumble over a definition—and will not be the last. -But there are few who, in such a case, have an ally at home -to help them out.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How can you always talk such nonsense, Wouter?” -cried his mother. “There’s Stoffel, now, explaining everything -to you so clearly, and there you are again making out -you don’t understand. Who in the world ever told you -that you would have to go about the street with a pack on -your back, like an oilman or a <em>mersan de la perreplu</em>?<a id='r15' /><a href='#f15' class='c010'><sup>[15]</sup></a> Is -that what I have brought you up for, and made you take -the highest place in the school? You are an ungrateful -child. What is the good of your knowing so much, and -being able to make such fine letters, with curls and flourishes -to them, if you must insult your own mother?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Readers who care anything for justice, will find it strange, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_113'>113</span>and perhaps unfair, that Wouter should have been overwhelmed -with this flood of reproach. Unfair? Certainly! -But—strange? Why, no! I solemnly affirm my accuracy -in depicting a certain manner of carrying on a controversy, -of which Juffrouw Pieterse was unquestionably mistress.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But now, supposing Wouter had, in all humility, remarked -that he had given no occasion for the above sermon? Well, -in that case he would have been overwhelmed with a second -lecture on the far-reaching and infamous wickedness of being -in the right, which, indeed, under certain circumstances, <em>is</em> a -fault—and a bad one.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>TWO PARABLES.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>A Professor of Ichthyology was delivering his lecture. -The students were listening—well, pretty attentively as -students go—not to mention students of <em>Ichthyology</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The carp, gentlemen, the carp——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then followed some facts about the carp.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now the carp, gentlemen, as I was saying——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At that moment a carp came swimming into the lectureroom. -How the beast did it, considering how dry it was -there, does not concern us. The poor students had suffered -from drought for ever so long,—and, after all, a carp is no -better than a student.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There he is himself!” they cried, with one voice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>So they left the professor in the lurch with his lecture on -the carp, and went to look at the carp for themselves. -Now I think this quite right and natural on the part of the -students. But I wish we could do the same, and try to -look at men—and women too—for ourselves, instead of -listening to somebody’s dicta about Man!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_114'>114</span> -<img src='images/i_114.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“AM I NOT JUST LIKE PLATO?”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_115'>115</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THERSITES AND PLATO.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Plato once had a bad cold—so bad that it was evident to -every one. Thersites imitated his way of coughing, and said:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Am I not just like Plato?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, this was not the worst—any man is free to ask -a question. The worst of it was that thousands upon -thousands of people immediately replied, “Just so. Hurrah -for Thersites, the new philosopher!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The man founded a school on the spot. And, therefore: -<em>Cave</em>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">caveto</span></i>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">caveto</span></i>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">cavete</span></i>, <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">cavetote</span></i>, <em>caveunto</em>!</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>EGOTISM.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“You talk a great deal about yourself,” say many who -never get talked about, either by themselves or other people. -“This is against the tone of good society.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I advise you to seek better society than mine.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You talk a great deal about yourself——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. Would you prefer me to speak of you, ... or -your cat, ... or your dog, ... or your ass?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Do you wish that? Well, content yourself, I have often -done so, but you did not know it at the time, because you -are always confusing yourself with your neighbour’s donkey. -Your neighbour has also been complaining; he says that I -have been all the time talking about <em>your</em> donkeys. Compensation! -The donkeys themselves have never complained, -the good, dumb beasts.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You talk a great deal about yourself——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. I want to be honest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You talk a great deal about yourself——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. I am my own latest love. I had loved long, and -often, and ardently, before <em>that</em> love was born. But now -that it does exist, ... and is the last....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You talk a great deal about yourself——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_116'>116</span>“Yes. If it wearies you, what hinders your exchanging -me for the <cite>Aglaia</cite>? What hinders your becoming a subscriber -to ‘The Life, Fortunes, and Business of the Kappelman -Family’—in one vol., cloth gilt?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You talk a great deal about yourself——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Quite so. When you do what Havelaar did, and the -rich young man in Matthew xix. did <em>not</em> do, I will talk about -you.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE STORY OF CHRESOS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Chresos lived in Bœotia. By profession he was mayor of -a little village, whose name I do not know, neither can I tell -you how he had strayed into Bœotia, since his family -belonged to Athens—nay, I think he was even related to -Alcibiades, who was a Frenchman born too soon. Chresos -was a good sort of man, and lived contentedly. He looked -after his village as well as he could, and amused himself, -in his spare hours, by playing on the lute; but he only did -this at home, and never annoyed any one with his music.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And, behold, there came robbers, who ill-treated the inhabitants -of the village over which Chresos had authority. -He laid aside his lute, and tried to drive the robbers away; -but he was told that he ought not to have done this, because -the robbers were under the protection of the magistrates in -the capital.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Chresos did not believe this, because it seemed to him -too bad to be credible. He continued to resist the robbers, -and, their force being too great for him, he sent a messenger -to Thebes, to ask for help.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Instead of help, he received for answer, that he was an -unworthy mayor, and entirely incompetent to fill any office -in Bœotia. He did not attempt to deny this. After having -<span class='pageno' id='Page_117'>117</span>advised his villagers to have patience, he left the place with -his wife and children, taking nothing with him but his -lute. His house was occupied by a new mayor, who, it may -be supposed, was less unworthy, in the opinion of the Theban -magistrates, and who, also, seemed to be on very good terms -with the very robbers whom the stupid Chresos had wanted -to exterminate. At any rate, there were no more complaints -of violence, although the robbers still remained in the -neighbourhood.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With difficulty, Chresos obtained access to the Areopagus, -and related what had happened to him. He pointed to his -family, who were perishing of want—through a misunderstanding -on the part of the magistrates; for he still thought -that the whole matter arose out of a misunderstanding. I -have already told you that he was not really a Bœotian by -birth. This was why he held such mistaken opinions.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the Areopagus took no notice. Chresos asked his -wife to have patience, which was not necessary, and consoled -himself by playing the lute. He was no great musician, -but there is something peculiar in the playing of a father -who sees his family starving; this was why they listened to -him, not because Chresos played well. There was something -that tickled coarse ears. There were many coarse -ears in Bœotia.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When they said, “Well played, Chresos; go on,” his hand -fell limply down, and the tears stood in his eyes at the -thought that this undesired praise was the price of his -children’s hunger.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Yet he played from time to time, because he could do no -other. And his family bore their hunger patiently.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Again and again he appealed to the Areopagus. At last -he received the following answer:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Court of Areopagus, &c., having heard the complaints -of the ex-mayor Chresos as to the outrages in the -village of——, &c.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_118'>118</span> -<img src='images/i_118.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“HE PLAYED FROM TIME TO TIME.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_119'>119</span>“Having likewise heard his request for a decision between -him and the Theban magistrates, &c.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And whereas the said Chresos declares that he and his -family are in a position of great distress, in consequence of -a misunderstanding which induced the said magistrates to -take the side of the robbers who plundered the village,</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And whereas, moreover, many witnesses declare that -they have heard the said Chresos playing on the lute,</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In pursuance of, &c., &c.,</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The sentence of the Court is, that the said Chresos -continue playing on the lute, and pay all costs.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Areopagus had been bribed,—and its name was -<span class='sc'>Holland</span>.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in2'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line'>(<cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Minnebrieven.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE FAIRY TALE THAT FANCY TOLD WOUTER.</em><br /> <span class='large'><span class='sc'>Fancy’s Fairy Tale.</span></span></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Wouter had found out that he was a prince. His -princedom lay in the region of the moon ... no, much -farther off than that.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This is how he came to it:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>Long before the beginning of this story,—yes, very, very -long ago, there was a Queen of Spirits, just as in <em>Hans -Heiling</em>. Her name was A—OO.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She did not live in a cave, as did the one in <em>Hans</em>, but -held her court far above the clouds, which is more airy, and -also more fitting for a queen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She wore a necklace of stars, and a sun was set in her -signet-ring.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When she went out, the nebulæ flew up like dust, and -she scattered the firmaments with a stroke of her fan.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_120'>120</span> -<img src='images/i_120.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“HER NAME WAS A—OO.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_121'>121</span>Her children played with planets for marbles, and complained -that they were so hard to find when they rolled -away among the furniture. This made Prince Upsilon—the -queen’s little son—very cross, and he kept asking for -some other kind of toys.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The queen had a box full of Sirii given him, but in a -little while these too were lost. But that was Upsilon’s own -fault. He ought to have taken better care of his playthings. -People did what they could to content him. But -whatever was given him, he kept calling for something else—something -more and bigger. This was a fault in the -little prince’s character.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His mother, who, as Queen of Spirits, was a very sensible -woman, understood that it would be a good thing for the -youngster to get accustomed to <em>doing without</em> for a little. -So she said that Upsilon was to be left without any playthings -at all.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was done. They took away everything from him,—even -the comet with which he and his little sister -Omicron were playing at battledore and shuttlecock.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prince Upsilon was of a passionate temper, and so far -forgot himself as to say something very disrespectful about -his mother.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Princess Omicron, too, led astray by his example (for -nothing is more ruinous than bad examples), angrily threw -her battledore at the Universe. Which was not nice in a -little girl.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now in the kingdom of Spirits there was a law that -whoever lost sight of the respect due to the Queen, or threw -anything at the Universe, should be punished for the same -by a temporary loss of all rank and dignity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prince Upsilon became a grain of sand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After having behaved well for a couple of thousand years, -he received the joyful tidings that he was promoted to the -rank of a tuft of moss.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_122'>122</span>In this capacity he kept his duty in mind, and did everything -that a good moss tuft ought to do. And on a certain -morning he awoke as a polype.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This happened about the time when human beings first -began to prepare their food by means of fire.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He built one or two continents, and in about two -thousand years’ time he was rewarded for his zeal by being -changed into a shrimp.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In this position, also, no one had the slightest reason to -complain of his conduct, and in due course he was transferred -to the class of sea-serpents.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He amused himself, innocently enough, by playing at -hide-and-seek with the sailors, but did no one any harm; -and some time afterwards he received four feet and the rank -of mastodon, with the privilege of disporting himself on -shore.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With philosophic calm he adapted himself to his new -circumstances, and occupied himself with geological observations. -A few million ages later....</p> - -<p class='c009'>When I speak of ages, it must be borne in mind that all -this time taken together was only a short quarter of an hour -in the land of Spirits, ... or rather that it was absolutely -nothing. For <em>time</em> was invented for the convenience of -mankind, as we give spelling-books to children. For Spirits, -<em>then</em>, <em>now</em>, and <em>in the future</em> is exactly the same thing. They -comprehend <em>yesterday</em>, <em>to-day</em>, and <em>to-morrow</em> in one glance,—just -as we read a word without spelling. What <em>was</em> and -<em>shall be</em>, <em>is</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Egyptians and Phœnicians knew this very well, but -we seem to have forgotten it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A few million years later, then, he rose to the rank of an -elephant; and, a spirit-minute or so after that,—that is ten -years, I mean human years this time—before the beginning -of my story, he was transferred to the class of human beings.</p> - -<p class='c009'>What he had done amiss, as an elephant, I do not know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_123'>123</span>But, <span class='sc'>Fancy</span> had said, if he did not want to be put back -another step, instead of being shortly restored to his rank as -a prince of Spirits, he must look to his ways as a human -being; not make any more verses about brigands, or sell -any more Bibles; and then, why, perhaps it might come to -pass.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Alas, he would have to put up with Juffrouw Pieterse’s not -wearing a train. “That,” said Fancy, “is so, and can’t be -helped.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Fancy appeared to be a sort of maid-of-honour of -Wouter’s mother, who came to visit him in his banishment, -so as to cheer him up a bit, and tell him to take courage, -for the temporary punishment that had fallen to his lot did -not mean that people had ceased to love him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She promised to come and see him from time to time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But,” Wouter had asked, “how is my little sister?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your sister has been punished too—you know the law. -But she is a dear child. She is submitting to it patiently, -and promises to do better in the future. In the beginning -she was a bubble of air, and conducted herself irreproachably -as such. Then she became a moonbeam, and in this -capacity also no one had any fault to find with her. She -shone so that it was a pleasure to see her, and your mother -had need of all her strength of mind to keep from granting -her a respite. So she was soon promoted to be a perfume, -and filled the Universe to such a degree that she gave us a -headache. This happened about the time when you were -beginning to eat grass. Then she became a butterfly. But -your mother found that this was not a suitable position for -a girl, and therefore soon changed her into a constellation—see, -there she is—below us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wouter looked for Omicron, but could not find her.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It often happens that we miss something because it is too -big.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“See,” said Fancy, “there—to the right—no—rather -<span class='pageno' id='Page_124'>124</span>farther off—there—there—the Pole Star. That’s her left -eye. You can’t see the right, because she is stooping after -Orion, her doll. She is holding him on her lap and playing -with him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wouter now saw her clearly, and cried “Omicron! -Omicron!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, no,” said the maid-of-honour, “that won’t do, -prince. The queen expressly directed that your confinement -was to be on the cellular system. It is only as a great -favour that you two are shut up within the same universe. -When your brothers spoilt the Milky Way some time ago by -letting floods loose over it, they were put very much farther -apart.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wouter was greatly grieved at this. He would so have -liked to kiss all those stars, with the doll in their lap, which -were his little sister.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! Fancy,” he cried, “do let me be with Omicron!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Fancy said neither yes nor no. There was something in -her manner as if she were thinking over the possibility of -bringing a very difficult matter to pass.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But Wouter, taking courage from her hesitation, repeated -his prayer:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! let me be with my little sister. I don’t mind if I -have to eat grass again, or build continents. I will do my -very best at it, if I may only be with Omicron!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It seems as though Fancy were afraid to promise what -might be out of her power, and, at the same time, that it -pained her not to be able to give the promise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I will ask,” she whispered; “and now....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Wouter rubbed his eyes ... he was standing on the -little bridge over the canal.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Multatuli.</span></div> - <div class='line in2'>(<cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen.</span></cite>)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_125'>125</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>HALF-AN-HOUR AT THE HAIR-DRESSER’S.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='sc'>Farce.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c020'>I.</h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><span class='sc'>Fournichon</span>, <em>the hair-dresser, discovered in his shop, busy finishing a lady’s chignon</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> There ought to be a machine invented to -make our work easier, ... say, some simple arrangement -in which you throw in a handful of hair on one side and take -out a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">perruque perfectionnée</span></i> on the other. I shall certainly -bring up my son as a mechanician, and entrust him with the -invention of this indispensable machine. Let me see, whose -turn is it now? Ah! Mevrouw Priddeau,—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">a chignon à la -sauvage</span></i>, of at least three kilos? ... <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Mille tonnerres!</span></i> I am -quite out of black hair! Hi! Pierre!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>He sends his assistants to purchase the necessary supplies; -almost immediately after his shop is hastily entered -by two students, Charles and John, who drop into -chairs, as though completely exhausted.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon</em> (<em>rising</em>). How can I serve you, gentlemen?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles</em> (<em>gasping</em>). A glass of water, if you please.</p> - -<p class='c009'>[<em>Fournichon supplies them both, and goes on.</em>] How you -startled me, gentlemen! to rush in breathlessly like that! -Yet it’s not the season for mad dogs!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> If it had only been a mad dog!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Surely no tiger has broken loose from the -Zoological Gardens?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> If it had only been a tiger!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Come, come, I shall not make myself uneasy. -You have been up to some mischief, haven’t you? You were -pursued by the police, and you saw no other refuge but the -hospitable establishment of <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">M. Fournichon, Coiffeur des -Deux Sexes</span></i>. Now, am I not right?</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_126'>126</span> -<img src='images/i_126.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>FOURNICHON, THE HAIR-DRESSER.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_127'>127</span><em>Charles.</em> Yes, that’s it,—the contemptible wretch ... the -scoundrel! ... The same low cad who got me in for three -weeks’ solitary last year. Far worse than the maddest dog, -or the most savage tiger!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> The fellow never will learn to understand that a -couple of rix-dollars are worth far more than his so-called -official honour, which involves him in the constant risk of -incurring a thrashing.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> But what has happened, after all? Surely, -gentlemen, you did not come running here in such haste to -tell me that you got into quod last year?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> What has happened? Nothing, strictly speaking ... but a whole lot <em>may</em> happen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> And that must be prevented,—and that is why we -have come to seek comfort, counsel, and help from the -hospitable Fournichon.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> I’ll tell you all about it. We were just coming -quietly and comfortably from lecture together, when we -passed a baker’s shop, when the servant girl was just washing -the windows. John took it into his head that we might lend -a hand, and I seized a pail of water, intending to throw the -contents at the window, when the pail itself slipped from my -hands, and flew right through the plate-glass window into -the middle of the currant-buns and cakes! Unhappily, the -aforesaid incorruptible policeman just happened to be in the -neighbourhood, so that he caught us red-handed, and we had -to make good use of our legs to escape being locked up at once.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> You will understand that we did not intend any -mischief,—it was a harmless joke, which turned out badly.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Of course. And not only so, but there was -provocation on the baker’s part. If he had chosen another -time of day to have his windows cleaned, it could not -possibly have turned out so. In any case, there are plenty -of extenuating circumstances, and I don’t understand why -you gentlemen should have such a violent objection to a day -<span class='pageno' id='Page_128'>128</span>or two under lock and key. That happens often enough, -and young gentlemen don’t usually think so much of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> That is true, but to-day is an extraordinary occasion. -We were going to the fancy-dress ball to-night, and should -be very sorry to miss it. So you see us in a fearful scrape, -with a gendarme at our heels, and you must help us. [<em>A -ring at the bell.</em>] What’s that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> I don’t know; we shall see in a minute. -[<em>Steps are heard coming up the stairs.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> John, get out of sight. [<em>They hide.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pierre</em> (<em>entering</em>). Sir, Vrouw Krullemie has just sold her -hair this morning for seventy-five cents.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>The students come out again.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Bother your Krullemie! Say, Fournichon, if your -visitors are in the habit of dropping in unannounced after -this fashion, we are not altogether safe here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Well, look here, gentlemen, you suggested an -idea yourselves. Your costumes for the ball must be quite -ready by this time; why don’t you disguise yourselves in -them?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> A fine lark! In the first place they are not here....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> That would matter less, for we might send for them, -but we could scarcely show ourselves in the streets in them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> How so?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Well, I was going to appear as the Avenger of Innocence.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> And I as the Four Seasons.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> You are right, that would never do; but I -have another proposal to make. I too intend going to the ball, -and have had costumes made for myself and one of my -friends, which will no doubt suit you better. You can have -those, and give us yours.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> All right, if they are better suited to the purpose -than ours.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Oh! just perfect! You shall see. [<em>Opens two -<span class='pageno' id='Page_129'>129</span>chests in the foreground, and takes out costumes. These should -be so made as to be put on, on the stage, without much trouble.</em>] -We were going as an old lady and her granddaughter. The -dresses are very simple, and I think they will do admirably.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_129.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“I AM QUITE LOST IN THIS CAP.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Done! I accept that. Now, quick! before any -one has time to surprise us.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Say, Charles, will you be the grandmother?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> All right, and you the girl.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Don’t make any mistakes; the crinoline -belongs to this skirt.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> I am quite lost in this cap.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_130'>130</span><em>Fournichon.</em> You must have a wig on first.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Just look here, Fournichon, this dress isn’t long -enough.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Why, of course, you’re only in short skirts as -yet.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Ah! is that it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> John, don’t I look charming?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Quite enchanting! If you were my grandmother, I -should certainly fall in love with you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Where’s my wig?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Here are plenty, just choose one for yourself.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> These curls are what will suit me. [<em>Puts on the -wig, and a round straw hat on the top of it.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> This grey one will just do for me. [<em>Puts it -on, and then the cap.</em>] Now, I’m ready! Sapristi! How -hot it is. There’s the bell.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Good gracious, now we’ve got it!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Quiet now; sit down before it’s too late.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> What’s the good of that? our voices will betray us.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> You must not talk. Just you trust to me, -and it will be all right.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>II.</h3> - -<p class='c021'><span class='sc'>Charles</span> <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>John</span> <em>seated at a table, with their backs to -the other actors. Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Bom de Sac</span>, <em>the police agent, -fuming and swearing</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> When I was with the First regiment, and -was three times wounded in two battles.... Ah! good-morning, -Mr Hairdresser ... three times wounded,—it -would never have happened to me to let two scoundrels -escape. Never!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> What’s your pleasure, Mr—Mr——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Bom de Sac, if you please—with the Third -regiment—in four battles, five wounds.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_131'>131</span><em>Fournichon.</em> Does M. Bom de Sac want his hair cut?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Many thanks, I always do that myself. I -learnt that with the Fourth ... when I was six times -wounded in five battles. But, sir, that is not the point at -present. I was just going to say that this morning two -scoundrels——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Scoundrels?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Scoundrels, or students, whichever you like -to call them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Well, and what did they do?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Just imagine, sir. I was at the baker’s, and -the maid was standing on a ladder outside cleaning the -window, when two good-for-nothing vagabonds came up, -took up a pail of water, and threw it at the girl, and the -girl fell right through the window in among the currant-buns!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Not killed, I hope.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> No, the buns had broken her fall. But I -was out of the house in a flash, and after the fellows. <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Sacré -nom de guerre!</span></i> if I could still run as I could when I was in -the Fifth ... and wounded seven times in six battles ... -they would never have escaped me! But they are here!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Have a glass?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> If you please. [<em>Drinks.</em>] Thank you. I am -told they came into this house, and if so, they’ll have to -come out, sir!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Here! How is it possible? You are quite -free to search the room if you like. These ladies are my -grandmother and my cousin.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac</em> (<em>seeing them for the first time, salutes</em>). Ah! -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Honneur aux dames</span></i>, as we used to say in the Sixth. I hope -you won’t mind, ladies.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> You need not give yourself the trouble of -speaking to them. The old lady is stone deaf, and won’t -understand a word, and she watches over her granddaughter -so carefully that she cannot bear to see a gentleman speak -to the girl, because she cannot hear what he is saying.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_132'>132</span> -<img src='images/i_132.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“SACRE NOM DE GUERRE!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_133'>133</span><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Well, where in the thunder can they have got -to? I was quite certain of finding them here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> And I am quite certain you will do no such -thing. [<em>Looks out of window.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> But—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">nom de nom!</span></i>—how is it possible?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Just look here, Monsieur Bom de Sac, could -these be the gentlemen that have just passed laughing? -Both of them have white hats.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac</em> (<em>rushing to the window</em>). Where?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Ah! what a pity! they have just this moment -gone round the corner towards the Botermarkt.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> White hats, you say? The devil!—that must -be they, and they shan’t escape me this time. [<em>Exit.</em>] It’s -not for nothing that I had ten wounds in nine battles when -serving with the Eighth.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Bad luck to the fellow! he has made it warm for -us!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> If it had lasted any longer, I am sure I should have -made some remarks on my own account. If some one else -comes, we really must find some other place, for I really -can’t sit still so long in these blessed skirts.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Shall we stand up then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Why not. [<em>Jumps on one of the chests.</em>] Look here, -I’ll bet you anything you like I can stand half-an-hour like -this without moving. Don’t I look like a waxwork figure of -summer?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> The devil you are! [<em>Gets on the other chest.</em>] -And I winter, to match.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Splendid, gentlemen, it couldn’t be finer. -Just stand still like that. [<em>A ring at the bell.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles</em> (<em>getting down</em>). Preserve us!—now we’re in for it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> No, Charles, stick to your post.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> I can’t possibly stand still all that time.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_134'>134</span><em>Fournichon.</em> It won’t be necessary. Just stand in any -easy attitude, and you can change your position quietly from -time to time, without our tiresome visitor becoming aware -of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Well, I’ll see what I can do. [<em>Climbs up again.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Hush! he’s coming!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Meijer</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Good-day, Monsieur Fournichon. Good-day, -ladies. (<em>To Fournichon.</em>) Why are you laughing?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> At your taking those waxworks for ladies. -Ha! ha! ha!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Waxworks, you say! How astonishingly lifelike! -It’s true, though, it would be a queer position for living -beings to stand in.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Well done, are they not? It is an allegorical -representation of winter and summer.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Very pretty, very pretty indeed! You hair-dressers -have always something curious on hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> That’s to say, sir, they are not my property. -They have been sent to me to look after the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">coiffures</span></i>, and -they are to go to London,—to Madame Tousseau’s museum.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Oh, indeed!—indeed! Well, art has made great -strides.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Great strides, sir! You’re quite right there. -Just feel now—elastic as india-rubber—quite like a human -being.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Wonderful! wonderful! But I am in a hurry—can -you shave me?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Certainly, sir, sit down! [<em>Gives him a chair -between John and Charles, but rather more towards the back -of the shop. Goes on shaving him, and talking at the same -time.</em>] Your barber, sir, does not know his business. Your -skin and complexion are quite spoilt.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>John changes his position.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_135'>135</span><em>Meijer</em> (<em>starting up</em>). Good heavens!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> No need to be uneasy, sir; there is nothing -really dangerous.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> No, that’s not what I was thinking of,—but that -doll of yours—the summer one—is moving!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Oh! that is nothing surprising—perhaps I -stepped on the floor rather heavily. You must know these -figures are full of steel springs inside, and the slightest -vibration makes them move. Just look now!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Stamps on the floor. John and Charles immediately -change their positions.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Ah! thank you for your explanation. I really -never should have understood it.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Sits down again, and Fournichon goes on shaving him -till he has finished. Meijer rises.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> Thanks. Can you give me change?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> I’ll go and get it.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Exit. Meijer goes to look at the waxworks.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Meijer.</em> They <em>are</em> curious, though! I have often seen waxworks -before, but never so graceful, so lifelike as these. -Whenever any one stamps on the floor, they move. [<em>Stamps—John -and Charles again change their attitudes.</em>] Just look -at that! how pretty! Once more! Sublime! And that’s -the way they keep on! [<em>Stamps again, and continues to do so, -faster and faster—John and Charles changing their position -with every stamp; but at length they begin to grow tired of it—they -jump down from their pedestals, seize Meijer, and hold -him fast, saying</em>, “You rascal! this is too much of a good -thing!” <em>They strike him, and push him out at the door—losing -their wigs in the struggle—after which they burst out -laughing, and drop exhausted into their chairs. Enter F.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Gentlemen! what have you been up to now? -Such an infernal row I never heard before! You’ll wake -all the babies in the neighbourhood.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles</em> (<em>laughing</em>). Oh! the conceited blockhead!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_136'>136</span><em>John.</em> The worshipper of waxwork groups!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Well—where is he? What have you done -with him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> We have put him out at the door as quietly -and deliberately as possible.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Well—and why?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Because he bored us too much. He was so delighted -with the mechanism of the figures, that we might -have kept on dancing till to-morrow morning if we had not -put an end to the business ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> And what about your coiffures?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> Why, that’s true! What can have become of -them!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Oh! good heavens! here they are, lying on -the ground like any old rubbish! [<em>Picks them up, along with -the hat and cap.</em>] Just look!—they are not worth a cent -now!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Oh! just put the things away—we don’t want them -any more,—and if they’re spoilt, we’ll pay for them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> In that case, sir, it doesn’t matter. [<em>Lays -everything on a table. The bell rings.</em>] Hé! who’s that now?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> It doesn’t matter to me who it is. Any one may -come who likes—I’m not going to act in this farce any longer.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon</em> (<em>looks through the door</em>). Look out, gentlemen—it’s -the agent—Bom de Sac!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John and Charles</em> (<em>springing up</em>). That fellow! No! that -will never do! [<em>They sit down at the table, as before, and put -on their headdresses, but without seeing that they have taken the -wrong ones, John putting on the grey wig and cap,—Charles, -the curls and round straw hat. Bom de Sac heard speaking -outside the door</em>:]—No, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sacré nom de nom</span></i>! Mijnheer Meyer -has lent me a hand. What are people thinking of? It -was not for nothing I was wounded eleven times in ten -battles, with the 9th Regiment. They are here—I’m certain -of that! [<em>Enters.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_137'>137</span><em>Fournichon.</em> Search as much as you like, sir, but remember, -if you please, that, in the presence of ladies....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Of course, of course! I always said, “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Honneur -aux dames</span></i>.” [<em>Looks at the ladies and salutes, then takes -a step backward in amazement.</em>] <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Sacré nom de guerre!</span></i></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> What’s the matter?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Have I come to my age—not to speak of -twelve wounds in eleven battles—to let myself be fooled like -this?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> I don’t understand you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> No, perhaps not. But I understand how it is -possible for these ladies to have changed heads at a -moment’s notice. Look here! [<em>He takes off the wigs.</em>] -The young lady is getting grey, and the grandmother is -going backwards to her childhood. Come with me, now, -gentlemen—I arrest you both!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> Your own fault, gentlemen. I wash my hands -of the whole business.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> We have a word to say to that, John.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Certainly.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Gentlemen, conspiracies or plots in which -more than one person are concerned are forbidden by law. -Will you come with me, or not?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> I suppose we shall have to.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> Do you want us to come with you as we are?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Just as you like, gentlemen. I arrest you, -and that is all my share in the business. The rest does not -concern me.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles</em> (<em>whispers to John, then continues aloud</em>). Just listen, -Monsieur Bom de Sac,—though we find it very unpleasant -to have fallen into your hands, we are not children, and we -are quite capable of understanding that there is nothing for -it but to give in. But just let us change our clothes first—we’ll -give you our word of honour not to go out of the door -without letting you know.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_138'>138</span><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Very good! We have been young, too, you -see. Just go on, gentlemen. If you give me your word, that -is enough. [<em>While he goes on talking to Fournichon, John -and Charles take off their costumes and tie Bom de Sac’s coattails -to the table.</em>] Yes, Mr Hairdresser, when I was with -the 11th, and had been wounded thirteen times in twelve -battles, then I thought to myself,—it’s quite enough, Bom -de Sac, you have done quite enough for your country; -you’re growing old—and a soldier may be too old. I was -then brigadier, and understood that it was getting time for -me to make room for another. So I came home to my old -mother ... I married a young wife....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Charles.</em> ... and received, in thirteen battles....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Ah!—are you ready, gentlemen?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>John.</em> At your service, my worthy sergeant of police! We -are quite ready, and now warn you that we are about to -leave. [<em>Charles and John go out by the door at the back of -the stage, arm in arm, saying, as they go.</em>]—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Bon soir.</span></i></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> Wait—I’m coming with you! <em>[Tries to go, -but finds himself fastened to the table.</em>] Bad luck to them! -are they going to give me the slip after all?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Fournichon.</em> I see a good chance of it. Look here, -Monsieur Bom de Sac, you have, in far too many battles -received more than too many wounds to be anything like a -match for these young fellows. They have been sharper -than you,—so you’ll have to acknowledge yourself beaten, -and e’en let them alone. By the time you get outside the -door they will be far beyond your reach.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Bom de Sac.</em> You’re right enough there, so I shall keep the -whole matter to myself, and wish them a pleasant evening.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Anon.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_139'>139</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>IN THE LITTLE REPUBLIC.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>It was in the smallest Republic of our Continent—Altenet—rich -in mines of zinc. It lies, like a tiny wedge, -between the great German empire, the small kingdom of -Holland, and the still smaller one of Belgium.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Seldom has a stranger set foot here; few know the district -even by name; only a single encyclopædia makes mention -of it; the atlases have forgotten it,—nay, it has even been -forgotten by the political world.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the separation between Belgium and Holland took -place in 1830, the representatives of the various powers -could not come to any agreement over this little piece of -ground. It was therefore resolved to declare it “neutral -territory,” till a later Congress should find a better solution -to the problem.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The old schoolmaster of the neighbouring village of -Oppenaken always asserted that the learned politicians -assembled at the aforesaid Congress had been too drunk to -know what they were doing. If his listeners looked at -him incredulously, or began to laugh, he would indignantly -ask, “Don’t you believe me? Then I’ll prove it!” And -then he would fetch an atlas, open it at the map of the -Netherlands, and, following with his finger the boundary of -our provinces of Limburg and Brabant, continue—“Just -look at this line here how it goes—first to the left, then to -the right—here crooked, then slanting—then again forward -for a bit, then backwards—one minute straight, and then -again with a great bend—isn’t it just like the line a tipsy -man would take in walking?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the year 1866 another European Congress took place; -but it seemed as though the gentlemen taking part in it had -not recovered from the effects of the drinking bout attributed -<span class='pageno' id='Page_140'>140</span>to them by the Oppenaken schoolmaster, for this time -Altenet was forgotten—forgotten for good and all.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_140.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“TOO DRUNK TO KNOW WHAT THEY WERE DOING.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Thus the Altenetters lived on, independent of all foreign -domination. The miners continued to extract zinc from the -ground, and pile it up in the great waggons which transported -it to other countries; the peasant ploughed his field and -reaped his grain; the wind might be heard sighing in the -clumps of trees on the hill-tops, the brook rushing and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_141'>141</span>murmuring between the rocks, and the lark singing high in -air—and what could you want more?</p> - -<p class='c009'>The government of the little Republic was entirely in the -hands of the burgomaster, Willem Drikus Bloemstein, a -broad-shouldered man of portly presence, red-haired and -red-bearded, fully conscious of his own importance, and -loyally supported in all his works and ways by the elect of -Altenet, who were associated with him as Councillors.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was quite an earthly Paradise—a little Eden full of -peace and happiness! Here was no such thing as strife -or hatred, for parties had no existence, and life offered -no opportunity for insult or injury on political grounds. -The taxes were not high, and there was no standing army, -so that no one thought it necessary to hold meetings in -order to discuss the advantages and disadvantages of compulsory -service. The only measure taken for the defence -of the country was the weekly drill of the rural rifle corps; -and though no one was forced to take his place in its ranks, -yet every right-minded man of Altenet felt it his duty to -place himself under the orders of General Bauer—on working -days an energetic mine-superintendent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly this happy state of things was disturbed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A tiresome man—a German politician—had discovered -the above-mentioned negligence on the part of the statesmen -of Europe, and pointed out to the Government of his country -that here was an opportunity for gratifying its well-known -love of annexation. The high and mighty Reichstag took -the hint, and resolved to proceed to a speedy settlement of -the still unsolved question of the division of Altenet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A storm of indignation swept through the whole Republic. -The head of the State, honest Bloemstein, immediately -summoned all the members of the Council, in order to consult -as to ways and means of averting the threatened misfortune, -and the summons was obeyed by every one.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They were all assembled. Klessens, the rich brewer; -<span class='pageno' id='Page_142'>142</span>young Holzert, an ugly little man, whose bow-legs were a -continual challenge to any poodle who had learned to jump -through a hoop, but whose shrewdness and clear insight into -things were praised by every one; the just-mentioned Bauer, -the commander of the rifle corps; Marbaise, the landlord of -the “Lump of Zinc”; and Conrads, the wealthy farmer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What’s got to be done?” was the question addressed by -Bloemstein to the notables of Altenet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It seems to me we ought to write the Prussian a civil -letter, telling him not to trouble his head about us,” was the -opinion delivered by Klessens, after coughing and clearing -his throat for some time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You stupid fellow!” replied Bauer, pulling in an impressive -manner at his thick moustache, “do you think the -insolent dog of a Prussian will care anything for a civil -letter? No, my boy, you don’t know him yet; <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">au contraire</span></i>, -we ought to show him we’re not afraid.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, then! there <em>will</em> be war!” was timidly interjected -by Conrads.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well then! there will be war!” The rest nodded -assent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But that will surely be a great-to-do,—couldn’t we wait -at least till the crops are in?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We won’t wait a moment! I shall march with the -Rifles to-morrow, right along the Prussian border, and then -the miserable wretches can see that we’re not afraid of them!” -and Bauer banged the table with his fists.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s not nearly enough,” suggested Marbaise; “the -custom-house officers might forget to write to the Emperor -about it, and as long as he doesn’t know it, it all goes for -nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We ought to write to him ourselves, and not civilly,—no, -indeed!—but as impudently as we can; and you must sign -the letter, Bloemstein, just as if you were a king yourself, -and put under it ‘Wullem the First, President of the -Republic of Altenet.’”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_143'>143</span> -<img src='images/i_143.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“BAUER BANGED THE TABLE WITH HIS FISTS.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_144'>144</span>“Wullem, Wullem! why, there are so many Wullems,” -was the opinion of the man addressed; “the Dutch one is -called so, and the Prussian too. ‘Wullem!’—it’s so -common.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you have another name, haven’t you?” asked another -Councillor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, of course,—Drikus.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well, then,—Drikus the First. What do you think -of that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, well,” muttered Klessens. “‘Drikus the First, -President of the Republic of Altenet’; it doesn’t sound bad, -not bad at all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wouldn’t it be still better to say, ‘President of the -<em>Independent</em> Republic’?” added the warlike Bauer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We might do that,” was the general verdict.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But then we ought to be called Ministers,” suggested -Conrads.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course!” chorussed the rest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In that case, I suppose I shall be Minister of War?” -asked Bauer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And I of Agriculture?” asked Conrads.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Marbaise for Finance.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And whom shall we have for Home Affairs?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It seems to me that wouldn’t be a bad thing for you, -tailor,” put in Bloemstein, addressing Councillor Holzert.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have no objection,” replied the latter; “but I’d just -like to say something too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Councillor Holzert will now address the meeting.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A sudden silence fell on the assembly; all were straining -their ears to hear what thoughts had arisen in the tailor’s -shrewd brain. Speaking slowly, and emphasising every -word, he began,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We must have stamps made—big stamps, with your -<span class='pageno' id='Page_145'>145</span>head on them, Bloemstein; and then we’ll send a letter, -with a stamp like that on it, you understand, not to the -Emperor of Prussia, but to Bismarck, because, after all, he’s -the fellow that does everything; and you must write in that -letter, just to rile him, that we are going to let all the priests -and Jesuits he has driven out come freely into our country.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But only on condition that they brew no beer,” interrupted -the brewer, Klessens.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The tailor made believe not to have heard this interested -remark, and ended his speech with the question, “What do -you think of <em>that</em> idea?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Bravo, bravo!” cried all; and “You’re a sharp lad; -you’re a clever fellow,” added the chairman of the meeting, -as he passed his hand complacently over the head whose -portrait was shortly to be sent to the Chancellor of the -German Empire.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We haven’t done yet,” continued Holzert; “we have -still to find out how we’re going to put your head on the -stamps,—with a beard, with a moustache only, or without -anything at all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, you do think of everything, tailor!” observed -Marbaise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bauer declared that there could be no two opinions on -the point—“With a moustache, that’s quite military,” and, -as he spoke, he twisted the ends of his own.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But I don’t think it would look very well—a red moustache,” -objected Marbaise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, what does that matter? You can’t see it in the -picture,” returned Conrads. “Bismarck has a white one.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t quite know whether you’re right,” began Holzert -again; “just look at Napoleon,—I mean the great Napoleon,—he’s -got nothing, no beard and no moustache, and yet he -sent the Prussians to the right-about, time and again; but -what do you think about it yourself, Bloemstein?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, what am I to say to you? A beard is not respectable, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_146'>146</span>and I shall have mine shaved off; then we can see if -the moustache alone looks well; and if that is not the case, -I’ll have that taken off too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>All thought this an excellent idea.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t get shaved here, though. You’d better have that -done at Aix-la-Chapelle, and then you can get yourself taken -at the same time for the stamps.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Among the Prussians? Never! as long as I live. I’ll -never help them to earn a cent,” thundered Bloemstein.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In Maastricht, then,” suggested another.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All right. I’ll have it done on Monday. Has any one -anything more to say to the meeting?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>They looked at each other, but no one broke the silence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No one’s got nothing, then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just wait a minute,” cried Conrads. “You ought to -have a crown, Bloemstein.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A crown?—that’s expensive.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Nonsense; have one made of brass, and well polished -up, then it will shine just as if it were gold.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then we ought to have Ministers’ uniforms. I’ll make -them as cheap and as quickly as possible,” said the tailor-Minister; -“and then I’ll make a long cloak for you, -Bloemstein.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If the gentlemen will allow, I’ve something more to -say,” said Marbaise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s Marbaise’s turn to speak.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We ought to forbid all Altenet girls marrying Prussians.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What about my Marieke, who’s courting with the -Prussian doctor?” was Bloemstein’s terrified reply. “What -a set-out my daughter will make—and, above all, my wife, -when I tell them that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then you must just say that our country doesn’t permit -it,” and the whole assembly nodded in token of assent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, Lord!” groaned the unlucky President; “it’s the -hardest thing you could ask me to do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_147'>147</span>“Our country! the Republic! the Independent Republic!” -cried the others, wagging their heads hither and thither, -shrugging up their shoulders, and holding out their hands -with all their fingers extended in air.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_147.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“BOTH WALKED ON IN SILENCE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Here the weighty deliberations came to an end; and -thereupon the President and his Ministers slowly proceeded -homewards.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Holzert escorted the newly appointed ruler to his dwelling. -For a considerable time both walked on in silence. At last -the tailor spoke:</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_148'>148</span>“Bloemstein,” he began, “if your Marieke is not to marry -the Prussian doctor, ... in that case ... I’d like to have -her. I always had a liking for the girl; but I couldn’t say -anything; ... but now I’m Minister of the Interior, ... -that sounds fine, eh? ... that’s something.... I think -perhaps it might do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, my good fellow, I’ve nothing against you. You -always were a clever chap, and you’ve shown it again with -those stamps. It would be a good enough idea; ... but—Marieke! -and then my wife!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, after all, you’re the master. Why, you’re the king -of everything in the place! You must put on a bold face, -and stand firm!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well, lad, I’ll try.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>With wrathful strides, his head well thrown back, and his -hand resting on the front of his ample waistcoat, Bloemstein -entered his own house.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Marieke sprang to meet him, embraced him cordially, -and then said, “Father, I’ve just had a letter from Heinrich, -he’s coming to dinner with us to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m very sorry, child; but this marriage with the Prussian -doctor can’t come to anything. I’ve another husband for -you. You’re to marry my Minister of the Interior.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Whom do you say I am to marry?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My Minister of the Interior.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Who’s that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mr Holzert.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The crooked tailor! what a joke! I didn’t know you -could be so funny, father!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s no joke; it’s quite serious, Marieke!” and he recounted -all that had taken place at the meeting.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Marieke, however, was not convinced. “I won’t have -him!” she cried, and stamped her little foot on the ground;—“and -if you say I must, I’ll never marry at all!—there! - ... I’ll go and tell mother about it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_149'>149</span>Bloemstein did not await the arrival of his better half. -Under pretext of urgent business, the ruler of all Altenet, -except his own house, hastily escaped up the street, and did -not return home till late in the evening.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the following day—it was Sunday—all Altenet was -clean turned upside down.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bauer had summoned all his riflemen, as soon as high -mass was over, and they assembled in full uniform at the -tavern kept by the Minister of Finance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In a vigorous and pithy speech,—which he had been -thinking over all night,—he explained to his troops the -danger which threatened the country.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His manly language carried his audience with him. The -shout, “We’ll conquer or die!” raised by the Minister of -War, was loudly echoed by every one; and in order still -further to raise their courage, they all added, “Another -drop all round!” which was poured out by the Minister of -Finance in his shirt-sleeves, and with fingers trembling with -emotion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And now,” yelled Bauer, “we’re going to make a military -march along the Prussian frontier, and then all that -<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">canaille</span></i> can see that we’re not afraid of them. Marbaise—you -with the drum, your eldest boy with the accordeon, and -the other with the trumpet in front,—you three are the band. -Then you, Ummels, with the flag; and you, Gradus, with -the bird; and then we, the people!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, it was a considerable time before all of them -had left the tavern and taken up their positions.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They were a peculiar-looking troop, of about a hundred -and twenty men; mostly broad-shouldered fellows, though -not tall—a kind of build common to most miners. They -wore all possible costumes, of all sorts of colours; check -trousers and black coats—blue blouses, long, short, new, or -half-worn;—suits of cloth, wool or linen—here and there a -hero marching in <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sabots</span></i>. The majority were armed with -old-fashioned bell-mouthed blunderbusses; some, the tallest -of the lot, were provided with double-barrelled fowling-pieces, -which at once branded them as poachers.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_150'>150</span> -<img src='images/i_150.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“CAUSED THEM TO GO THROUGH ALL POSSIBLE MANŒUVRES.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_151'>151</span>All, however, had the same head-covering—a green cap, -with yellow braid,—and all had wooden pipes in their mouths. -The flag matched the caps—white and yellowish green. -The place next to the flag was occupied by the silver bird, -hung round with all the gold and silver medals worn by the -Altenetters in shooting competitions.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look out!” cried Bauer, who, in token of his exalted -position was hung round with a string of small silver plates -of different shapes and sizes, and who, besides, showed his -superior dignity by smoking, not a pipe like the rest, but a -cigar of immense length and thickness, which had cost him -two cents and a half.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All placed themselves in position.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Right-about-face, and along the cinder path to the -Prussian frontier. Band, advance!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>They advanced, with drum beating and accordeon chirping. -Just in full view of the German officials, who had come out -to ascertain the cause of the approaching noise, Bauer called -a halt. Then he caused them to go through all possible -manœuvres, shoulder arms, port arms,—but not “present”—<em>that</em> -he would never do “for those pig-dogs of Prussians.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>These evolutions did not appear to command any particular -admiration on the part of the Germans; pitying -smiles were seen to pass over their countenances, and when -at the command “Right-about-face!” half the company -turned to the left, so that the soldiers of Altenet stood facing -each other, they burst into a roar of laughter, which so -aroused the wrath of Klaos Drehmans (who had spent some -years at Sittard), that he stepped out of the ranks, and -snorted defiance at the principal custom-house clerk as -follows:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You! do you know what <em>you</em> are? you’re a regular -<span class='pageno' id='Page_152'>152</span>nuisance!” while another member of the Altenet militia -yelled at the top of his voice, quite at a loss for a worse -epithet, “Oh! thou accursed Prussian of a Prussian!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was truly a triumphal march when the Republican -army returned from this glorious campaign; the inhabitants -uttered loud cries of joy, alternating with abuse of the -cowardly Prussian lot.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bloemstein stood, proudly defiant, in the full consciousness -of his presidential dignity, on the “stoop” of his house. -And when the standard-bearer had waved his flag three -times over his head in the President’s honour, and then -tossed it on high, the President smiled very genially, and -waved back a salute with his hand, blowing thick clouds of -smoke the while from his long German pipe, a proceeding -which elicited thundering “hurrahs” from assembled -Altenet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The only Altenetters who had not been able to witness -this sublime spectacle were Bloemstein’s wife and daughter; -they had walked out to meet Dr Olthausen coming from Aix-la-Chapelle, -and fell in with him near the village of Vaals.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After the usual salutations, Marieke related to her betrothed -all the changes which had taken place in the government -of Altenet, and also her father’s resolution to marry -her to the Minister of the Interior. At this part of the story -the mother clenched her fists, her eyes flashed fire, and she -said, threateningly, “Just let the fellow come into our house, -and I’ll make him repent his Affairs of the Interior.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>To the great surprise of both ladies, Olthausen did not -appear to be angry; on the contrary, he began to laugh -loudly, and seemed especially diverted by the story of the -postage-stamps.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll have a regular good joke out of that,” he said, still -laughing; “but I won’t come to dinner with you to-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you afraid of Bloemstein?” asked the mother. -“Because you needn’t be; I shall be at dinner too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_153'>153</span>“No, I’m not afraid of him—only of laughing more than -I ought.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Never mind that; laugh at him as he deserves, and -we’ll laugh too, won’t we, Marieke?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Nein, liebes Madamchen</span></i>,” returned the doctor, “it will -be better if I don’t come—we’ll have some dinner here.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_153.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“JUST LET THE FELLOW COME INTO OUR HOUSE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>He went with the two women into the nearest eating-house -in the village and ordered dinner, also two sheets of -paper and an envelope. While the ladies were dining, he -wrote a letter on one sheet, slowly and carefully, with beautiful -round letters, then dashed off another more hastily, and -enclosed both in one envelope, which he stamped and -addressed to “Herrn Oscar Olthausen, Rechtsanwalt, -Berlin.” He then directed Marieke to wait till her father -was about to send away the letters with the new Altenet -<span class='pageno' id='Page_154'>154</span>stamps. “Then you must keep back the one addressed to -Bismarck, and post this in place of it; and then I assure -you that everything will come right, without you or your -mother getting into any trouble with the old gentleman.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>They remained chatting for some little time longer, and -then Dr Olthausen took his leave and returned to Aix-la-Chapelle.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Early on the following day Drikus the First set out for -Limburg’s metropolis. Arrived there, he turned his steps -towards the barber’s shop. A young shopman came to meet -him, and politely relieved him of his coat and hat.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“See here, lad,” began Bloemstein, “did you ever shave -a president?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, yes, sir; only yesterday the President of the Congregation -of the Sacred Heart.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, I don’t mean one like that; I mean a great -president.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, the one of the great club?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No—greater still.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The President of the Tribunal, then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; greater still—a president of a republic!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of a republic, you say? No, I never shaved one—never -in my life!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you know what he looks like?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, yes—like a gentleman.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, my boy; I see you understand. Now, -that’s the way you’ve got to shave me—for I’m one.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You a president of a republic? Ha! ha! ha!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What are you laughing at, boy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Because you’re trying to make a fool of me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Indeed and I’m not. I’m Drikus the First, President -of the Independent Republic of Altenet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The lad laughed no longer; he looked round in alarm, -convinced that he had a madman in the room with him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shave my beard off!” commanded Bloemstein.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_155'>155</span>“Very well, Mr ... President.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">À la bonne heure</span></i>, my lad! I like that—you know how -to behave.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_155.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“SEE HERE, LAD, DID YOU EVER SHAVE A PRESIDENT?”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>As speedily as possible the wish of this strange customer -was gratified.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_156'>156</span>“Now just wait a bit, my boy. I must see how the -moustache looks by itself,” and the ruler of the republic -placed himself before the mirror.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He remained for some time lost in admiration, then began -to turn the points of his moustache first up and then down.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you think of it, lad? Is it good enough for a -president of a republic?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hold your tongue, then, can’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, Mr ... President ... as you please.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly honest Bloemstein turned round and fairly -snorted at the poor youth. “Just shave this side off,” he -blustered, pointing to the right half of his countenance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The youthful Figaro hastened to comply, having heard -that a madman must not be contradicted or he may become -violent. His request having been complied with, the President -rose in order to admire himself in the mirror. He -covered first one and then the other half of his face with -one hand, in order to convince himself which style was -most becoming to the presidential dignity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The attractions of the clean-shaven half at length prevailed, -and the last remaining hair was removed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What have you got to get?” asked Bloemstein, when -this was done.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ten centimes ... Mr President.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There are two groschen for you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have to give you two centimes change.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Never mind that—you may keep them. A president of -a republic has nothing mean about him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And with a proud and stately demeanour he departed in -the direction of the photographer’s. Scarcely had he left -the barber’s, when the boy hastened to the police-office, to -relate how he had just been shaving a fellow who must -certainly have just escaped from the lunatic asylum, for he -had told him quite seriously that he was the president of a -<span class='pageno' id='Page_157'>157</span>republic. A policeman started immediately with the -terrified barber’s boy to search the streets of Maastricht for -the lunatic.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was, however, in vain. Bloemstein had already entered -the studio of a neighbouring photographer, muttering, “I -shall have to explain myself differently here. It seems as -though these Maastricht people had never heard of the -president of a republic.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the photographer appeared, he accordingly delivered -himself as follows: “I want my photograph taken, but it -must be properly done, for I am a king.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, sir. Shall I give you a gun, then, or do you -prefer a bow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A gun!—a bow! What for?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, I’ve photographed a whole number of kings, and -they——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ah! you know how to do it then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course I do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What kings have you taken?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, only yesterday the Gronsveld one, and a few days -ago one from Neer-Itteren.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How—what—kings of Gronsveld and Neer-Itteren?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, of course—those of the archery competition.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You confounded idiot!—did I get shaved for that? -Do I look like a king of the archery competition? Why, I -am king of a country—of a republic—an independent -republic! Do you understand now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh heavens!” cried the artist to himself, “the fellow is -certainly touched in the upper storey, and I shall have to -look out, or he’ll knock the whole shop to pieces.” He -made his visitor a low bow, and said,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very pleased, sir, to be honoured with your custom. -May I ask your Majesty to take a seat.... How would you -like your portrait, full-length, or bust only?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Nothing but the bust; it’s for the stamps of the country, -do you understand?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_158'>158</span>“Certainly, certainly, sir, and will you kindly look through -this thing?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_158.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“NOW YOU CAN GO AHEAD.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, but remember that I want it to look respectable—do -you hear? ... And just wait a bit—I must see -if my hair is all right;” and he hastened to the looking-glass, -moistened his palms, smoothed his head with them, and -took his place, with a last self-satisfied look at his own image.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now you can go ahead.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The photographer placed himself in front of his apparatus, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_159'>159</span>and declared, a moment later, that the picture was a splendid -success, notwithstanding the fact that it was impossible to -pronounce on that point with any degree of certainty, since -he had not the courage to go into the dark room and leave -his eccentric customer alone.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“When will they be finished?” asked Bloemstein.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! as soon as your Majesty likes to have them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can I have them next week? All right then, just send -them to Drikus the First, King of the Independent Republic -of Altenet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll do so without fail, your Majesty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If they turn out well, I’ll come back and bring my wife -the queen, and my daughter the princess; and I’ll give you -leave to hang out a fine gilt signboard with your own name -on it, and after that ‘Photographer to the King of the -Republic of Altenet.’”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll do my best, your Majesty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The photographer too, immediately after his visitor’s -departure, hastened away to the temple of Justice, with the -tidings that a fellow as mad as a hatter, calling himself -king of a republic, had just been at his studio. Another -gendarme was at once sent in pursuit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meanwhile the object of their solicitude had entered the -church of St Servaas. It had struck him that, since his -august head ought certainly to be adorned with a crown, he -might here find a pattern for the same in painting or sculpture. -He remained standing a long time before a picture -representing the Adoration of the Magi, but none of the -three crowns worn by those royal personages suited his fancy. -“They haven’t got points enough,” he muttered, and searched -further, but in vain, till at last he came to a statue of the -Madonna, which realised his ideal. There was the crown he -had always imagined—with points standing straight up all -round it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He delayed not a moment, but hastened out into the -street, and entered the first coppersmith’s shop he came to.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_160'>160</span>“Can you make me a crown like Our Lady’s in St -Servaas’s?” he asked.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! yes, sir. What size do you want it?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_160.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“HIS AUGUST HEAD OUGHT CERTAINLY TO BE ADORNED WITH A CROWN.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“As big as my head; you can take the measure now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What for? You don’t want to wear it, do you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_161'>161</span>“Of course I do—nothing is more certain.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir, are you mad? or might you happen to be a Freemason?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mad! mad! Mad yourself, fellow!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just wait a bit, and I’ll show you which of us is mad!” and -before the poor president could assume a defensive attitude, -the smith had seized him and thrown him into the street.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This roused Bloemstein’s wrath, and his objurgations -speedily collected a crowd in the street.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There he is!” a voice cried suddenly, echoed by “Now -you’ve got him!” from another quarter, as the barber’s boy -and the photographer appeared on the scene, escorted by -a policeman apiece. In the twinkling of an eye the two -officials had mastered the furious president, and in spite -of his vigorous resistance, and his protestation that, as -President of Altenet, his person was inviolable, the unhappy -man was lugged off to the little dark hole known to the -population of Maastricht as “the larder.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is your name?” was the first question asked him -by the police commissioner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You might ask it a little more civilly,” was the reply.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The commissioner immediately complied with this request.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Will you be so kind as to tell me whom I have the -honour of speaking to?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s the proper way to speak, and now I shall answer -you. I am Wullem Drikus Bloemstein, President of the -Independent Republic of Altenet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And where do you live?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, I should have thought you had no need to ask. -At Altenet, the capital of the Republic of Altenet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thank you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>One of the inspectors was immediately despatched to -Altenet to make inquiries on the spot as to the personality -of the prisoner.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_162'>162</span> -<img src='images/i_162.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“THERE HE IS!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_163'>163</span>The officer returned the same day, with the tidings that -all Altenet was one great lunatic asylum; that every human -being he had met and spoken to there was even madder -than the one who had been caught; everything he had seen -and heard was sheer nonsense and delirium, and so he had -been obliged to return as he came.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Medical aid was summoned, but all in vain; the gentlemen -were unable to agree, one asserting that the patient -was suffering from <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">aberratio mentalis</span></i>, while another thought -things were not so bad as that.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“After all, what business is it of ours?” said one at last. -“Send him back to his home, and let them settle it among -themselves.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This counsel met with unanimous approbation, and was, -in fact, the most practical, and at the same time the easiest, -way of disposing of the prisoner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bloemstein was furious; and when the gendarmes who -escorted him took leave of him at the frontier, he was -almost beside himself with rage. He would have liked to -take them with him into his dominions, where he was undisputed -lord and master; he would then have summoned the -commander of the local rifles, and ordered him to shut up the -Maastricht officials for a whole day in the cellar below the -council-chamber. But, alas! fate was against him, he -could not gratify his desire for vengeance; but being forced -to relieve his feelings in some way, he did so by indignantly -shouting after their retreating figures, “You Dutch cheese-heads, -you!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>With hasty steps he forthwith sought his chief counsellor, -the Minister for Home Affairs, the tailor Holzert. In -excited language, and with wild gestures, he related the story -of the outrage suffered by him at Maastricht, and asked, in -conclusion, “What are we to do?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The tailor put his hand to his head, and remained for -some little time lost in thought.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What are we to do?” repeated Bloemstein; “we can’t -let a thing like that pass.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_164'>164</span>“What are we to do?” replied Holzert, speaking slowly and -solemnly. “Why, we must declare war against Holland.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Declare war against Holland?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And what for?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“For high treason.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re right, you’re right; we must send for Bauer at -once.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, not so fast; we must have the stamps first, with -your head on them, and then the Hollanders can see -whom they have to deal with.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re right again, tailor,” said Drikus I., flattered not -a little by these words.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Besides that, I haven’t finished the ministers’ suits yet, -and we can do nothing without them; everything has got -to be respectable.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>During the next few days an unheard-of political commotion -prevailed in the usually calm atmosphere of -Altenet.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Every evening, when work was over, Bauer’s rifles assembled -in the Minister of Finance’s public-house, in order to -exchange ideas as to the coming war with Holland.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Guesses were given as to where the first battle would be -fought, and calculations were made as to how soon they -would be before the gates of Amsterdam, and how many -thousand millions they would make the Dutch pay as war -indemnity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bloemstein, meanwhile, wrote innumerable letters to all -the powers of Europe, to give them notice of his accession. -All of them were enclosed in large square envelopes, -and laid out in a long row on the table.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And when once I’ve stuck on the stamps, with my head -on them, why, then, I shall be no end of a fellow, Marieke,” -he repeatedly remarked to his daughter.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_165'>165</span>The portraits, however, did not arrive.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_165.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“WROTE INNUMERABLE LETTERS TO ALL THE POWERS OF EUROPE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>After the lapse of a fortnight, Bloemstein’s ploughman—for -he had no intention of going to Maastricht again himself—was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_166'>166</span>sent to the photographer’s, to ask whether the -portraits of the President of the Republic of Altenet were -not yet ready.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you really want them?—seriously?” inquired the artist.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I suppose so, seeing as how I had to come here a-purpose.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well, I’ll send them next week.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the appointed time the impatiently awaited packet at -last arrived at the house of Altenet’s ruler. Something else -arrived as well,—the long royal mantle promised by the -tailor, richly ornamented with gold fringe.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bloemstein was quite excited with joy. Without a -moment’s delay he flung the royal insignia round his -shoulders, and then stood before the mirror, admiring -his front and back view by turns. He was satisfied—perfectly -and entirely satisfied—both with the garment and -him who wore it!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The other fellows must see that too! Thunder! how -they’ll stare!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Immediately Bloemstein’s man was sent to summon -the council, and before long Marbaise, Klessens, Conrads, -Bauer, and Holzert entered—all clad in their uniforms, consisting -of long coats trimmed with gold lace, knee-breeches, -long woollen stockings of a doubtful white, and swords -dangling at their sides.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was quite evident that Holzert had given his whole time -and attention to the job, as was, moreover, irrefutably proved -by an unexpected incident.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When all were gathered round the big table, loudly -uttering their admiration of their ruler’s portrait, long -Kwoib Hermes suddenly rushed into the room, in his red -baize drawers, with the tails of a blue shirt fluttering above -them, and shouted aloud—“Thou accursed tailor, where -are my trousers? I must go to early mass to-morrow, and I -have no trousers!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_167'>167</span>“You shall have them to-morrow; to-morrow morning -early, Kwoib,” replied the indignant tradesman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, I want them to-night. You’ve promised me them -all the week, and I’m going to have those trousers of mine -to-night.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Man, don’t make such a scandalous row! Just think -where you are—before the ministers of the republican -council!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The ministers and the council and the whole republic -may be stolen, for all I care! I want my trousers, and I’m -not going away from here before I get them.” And therewith -he took a chair, and seated himself among the ministers -of the crown.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Will you get out or not?” asked Bauer, threateningly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; I’m not going before I get my trousers.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly Bloemstein heard the steps of his wife and -daughter, who were coming to see what the noise was. -Fearing that they might come in for this unseemly spectacle, -he thrust the intruder into the next room, with the words, -“There; you’ll find some trousers in there; just put them -on in the meantime.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Not long after, Hermes appeared in a garment much too -short for him, which, however, by way of compensation, was -also a great deal too wide.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The assembly was now able to finish its deliberations in -peace and quiet. The portraits having been unanimously -approved of, No. 2 of the Agenda came up for discussion. -This was, “Declaration of war against Holland on the ground -of high treason.” The debate was lively and confused.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bauer wanted to summon his men at once, surprise -Maastricht the same night, take the garrison prisoners, and -march farther into the country.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Conrads, on the other hand, could see no good in such -incautious haste. “Let’s wait till we get the corn in; then -we can bake bread for our men through the war.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_168'>168</span>“No need of that!” shouted Bauer. “We’ll get all the -bread we want from the Dutch.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Holzert was inclined to agree with Conrads, but for other -reasons. “We must ask for explanations first; that’s always -the way,” he declared. “We ought to give them time to -investigate the outrage committed on our president, and -make their apologies. Besides that,” he added, “till we -have stamps of our own we can’t declare war.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s true, that’s true!” cried several voices, “it would -never do to declare war on Holland with Prussian stamps.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well, then,” raged Bauer, “but you must get them -made directly, Bloemstein!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll promise that,” replied the President.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Herewith the solemn session concluded.</p> - -<div class='figleft id005'> -<img src='images/i_168.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>A few weeks later the longed-for -stamps appeared. They looked -neat enough. A striking likeness -of Bloemstein was surrounded by -a garland of intertwined spades -and pickaxes—symbols of labour—and -above, in good bold letters, -ALTENET.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There were blue, red, and green -ones—of one, two, and three groschen respectively.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Marieke! Marieke!” cried the delighted Bloemstein. -“Come here, child; I’ve something to show you. What do -you think of that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, quite beautiful, father!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Really, child?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And will they be sent to all the kings and emperors—all -in the whole world?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All in the whole world.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“To Bismarck too?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He’s going to get one as well; but it won’t please him, -I assure you, Marieke.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_169'>169</span>“Now you’ll need to send them off at once; may I help -you to put the stamps on?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Surely, Marieke.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The father and daughter sat down before the table, on -which lay the long row of already written letters.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Here’s Bismarck’s!” cried the girl suddenly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Put double stamps on that,” said Bloemstein.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Instead of obeying this order, Marieke contrived to slip -the letter into her pocket.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shall I take them to the post-office now, father?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, do, child—only mind you don’t lose any, specially -the one to Bismarck.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You needn’t be afraid,” and she skipped out of the room -to fetch her hat, and perhaps also the letter she had received -from her <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fiancé</span></i>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was not long before an answer came from Berlin.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Bloemstein summoned his faithful councillors at once, in -order to open the official document in their midst. The -ministers hastened to the council-chamber, as fast as their -legs could carry them. They took up positions behind their -President, and stuck their heads together, trying to see with -their own eyes the answer from the German Empire.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With trembling hand Bloemstein opened the missive, and -in a voice quivering with emotion, he began to read, in -German:—</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c014'> - <div>“<i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Verehrter Herr Präsident.</span></i></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c022'>“In reply to your letter, I have received orders from my -Emperor to declare war on your Republic, and send off an -army of 150,000 men to the frontier, because—</p> - -<p class='c022'>“1. You have caused postage-stamps to be made without -permission from the German Government.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“2. It is known to us that you have been taking upon yourself -<span class='pageno' id='Page_170'>170</span>to oppose your daughter’s marriage to our loyal subject, -Dr Heinrich Olthausen.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“3. You want to force that charming and lovely girl to -marry an objectionable, crooked tailor.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“We give you a week to comply with our conditions.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c014'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Bismarck.</span>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>There was a moment’s painful silence. There it was, in -great fat round letters—“<span class='sc'>Bismarck</span>.” There was no possible -doubt about it.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_170.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“DECLARE WAR!”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“The confounded low <em>Schwerenöther</em> of a Prussian!” -yelled Holzert at last, crimson with passion, and quivering -on his little bow-legs. “Declare war, Bloemstein! declare -war!” he went on. “Let them come, the low <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">canaille!</span></i> -we’ll blow up the mine as soon as they get on top of it, and -then there’ll be an end of them!” and suddenly turning -to the Minister of War, he added, “Bauer, how many men -have you?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_171'>171</span> -<img src='images/i_171.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“HASTENED TO THE COUNCIL-CHAMBER.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_172'>172</span>“A hundred and twenty-three, counting the band,” was -the answer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s not one to a thousand,” suggested Conrads; -“and besides that, we’ve got the war with Holland on our -hands,—it won’t do—it won’t do! What do you think -yourself, Bauer?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What I think? I think you’re a coward, Conrads, to -talk so—a coward, do you understand? Conquer or die, -that’s our cry!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, but we can’t conquer, and dying isn’t much good. -Holzert won’t get his Marieke by it if we do!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But in that case the Prussian pig-dog won’t have her -either!” shouted Holzert, banging the table with his fists.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At this, however, Bloemstein’s paternal feelings revolted. -His daughter, his pretty Marieke—dead! No, he would -rather see her married to the Prussian doctor, for the -Prussians were not so bad after all! Nay, they even knew -how to appreciate beauty—had not Bismarck himself written -that she was a “charming, lovely girl”?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Klessens also was for peace, and so was Marbaise. -“Against 150,000 Prussians,” said the latter, “and a few -thousand Hollanders on top of those, you, Bauer, with your -hundred and twenty men——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A hundred and twenty-three!” interrupted the commander -of the Altenet forces.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, a hundred and twenty-three, if you like—but you -can’t do anything with them!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A great deal more talking and shouting took place, and at -last the President determined to end the debate by putting -the question to the vote.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“War!” yelled Holzert. “Peace!” “Peace!” “Peace!” -muttered Conrads, Marbaise, and Klessens, in succession.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“War!” thundered Bauer; and “I’m for peace,” said the -President in conclusion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Peace was therefore resolved on by a majority of two votes.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_173'>173</span>Several months have passed. The miners are at work -again; the farmer is ploughing his fields; the lark sings high -in air; the Altenet postage-stamps have been destroyed; -and Marieke is the happy wife of Dr Olthausen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No answer was ever received from the rest of the kings -and emperors,—it is just possible that Marieke may have -forgotten to post the letters entrusted to her care.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>L. H. J. Lamberts-Hurrelbrinck.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>NEWSPAPER HUMOUR</em>.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“<span class='sc'>Look</span> here, waiter!” cried a gentleman in a restaurant, -“here’s a hair in my soup!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>For all answer and excuse, the waiter removed his cap, -showing a head as bare and smooth as a billiard ball.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, I see,” resumed the customer, “I see it was your -last hair; that’s all right, it will never happen again!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>“So you’ve written a play, M. Vermorcken?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, my friend, I have that honour.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And it is quite finished?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes—no—yes; that is to say, not the play itself, yet—but -my speech, that I am to make, when I thank them for -calling me out on the stage.”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_174'>174</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>FICTION AT SEA.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>It is quiet now on deck. The singing forward has ceased, -the watch is set, and the larboard watch, who are to come -on at midnight, are below—including the tall corporal of -marines, whom we heard just now singing bass. But the -little monkey of a boy, who took the tenor part in “O Julia!” -belongs to the starboard watch, and now has another occupation -on hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Seated on a tub turned upside down, close to the foremast, -he is reading aloud, by the light of a lantern, out of -an “awfully fine” book.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The boy (his name is Jozef) can read “real first-rate”; -and from each of the listeners seated round him he is to -receive the sum of two cents.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The book which he now has before him, and which is -covered with oil-stains, because he has to hold it so -close to the lantern,—the book which is so “awfully fine,” -is entitled “Count Matatskai; or, The Bandit with the -Grey Beard: A Story from the Mountains.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Count Matatskai is a youthful nobleman who has fallen -in love with a mountain maiden, the beautiful but fierce -Krimhelia, daughter of a chamois-hunter. After various -meetings on the rocks by moonlight, with a faithful old -servitor <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">incognito</span></i> in the background, Krimhelia makes up -her mind to accept the Count’s love, and fly with him to a -distant country, where counts and the daughters of chamois-hunters -stand precisely on the same social footing. But -now a difficulty occurs, and it is this: Krimhelia has sworn -an oath to avenge the death of her father, who has been -killed in a fight with the band commanded by the Grey-Bearded -Brigand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This is the point Jozef has reached in the story. Several -of his audience have already dropped asleep; but the reader -<span class='pageno' id='Page_175'>175</span>does not notice it—he is too much absorbed in his narrative,—and -continues, in his “first-rate” manner, which—heard -at a distance—reminds one of nothing so much as of the -soft but continuous murmur of a babbling brook—commas -and other stops being, in this method, so entirely left in the -background, or else occurring in such remarkable places, -that a reporter would have been forced to reproduce his text -somewhat as follows:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Krimhelia looked the Count straight in the face.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look at me Count said she do you see this glittering -dagger as sure as the moon, hangs yonder in heaven and -illuminates my pale features so surely will I thrust this, -dagger into the heart of the Bandit, with the Grey Beard first -and before I throw myself as your consort into your arms -but why so pale Count and why do you tremble so?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now Jozef is interrupted by the master-tailor, a thin, little -man, of whom it is commonly said on board that he knows -a thing or two more than most people.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now, I know,” says he, in his piping voice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What d’ye know?” asks the boatswain, who has little or -no opinion of the master-tailor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“As how the gentleman—the Count, I mean—and the -other,—the Bandit with the Grey Beard,—that both of them -are one and the same man.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, you calico-spoiler—you know that, do you? Well—I -know that too, and all of us know it right enough; but -you needn’t take another man’s share in the reading for all -that. Go ahead, boy!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The master-tailor is looked at with contempt from various -quarters, and Jozef pursues his reading with a chapter -describing how Count Matatskai comes home in a bad -temper.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Count threw himself down on a couch adorned -with costly velvet, relieve me of my riding-boots—thus he -spoke to the grey-headed old servant Gabario who, brought -<span class='pageno' id='Page_176'>176</span>him a silver goblet with sparkling wine saying, that this was -his favourite wine from the great vineyard south of the castle -but, the Count made a gesture of refusal with his left hand -and said me liketh no wine Gabario avaunt and saddle—my -horse!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was the end of the chapter, and Jozef took breath.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s a capital thing,” said the boatswain, “when a man -can have the things for the ordering in that way. What -comes next, Jozef?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The boatswain is beginning to feel sleepy, and would -therefore like Jozef to tell him the end at once; but this -Jozef is by no means inclined to do,—he goes ahead -valiantly, and by degrees, though he does not observe it, his -whole audience drops asleep. At last, when he has reached -the closing scene, there is no one to listen to it but the -master-tailor, who can scarcely keep his small grey eyes -open.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just hear this, now!” says Jozef, who—though he has -read the book through twice before—is as enthusiastic over -this passage as the first time. “Now you must listen! -Now the Count is sitting up alone in the rocks, in a ... -cavern, they call it, ... and now he is the Bandit with the -Grey Beard; and the other robbers are sitting in the back of -the cavern round a great big fire, and some of them are -lying asleep, and the others are roasting great pieces of meat -at the fire, and they’re drinking wine with it ... out of -gold cups that they’ve stolen.... But the Bandit with the -Grey Beard— ... <em>he’s</em> sitting all by himself, you see,—and -now Krimhelia comes in—you know—the young lady he -thinks so much of.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Jozef resumes his reading—how Krimhelia approaches, -cautiously, with the glittering dagger; how the -Grey-Bearded Bandit, looking up, suddenly sees her standing -behind him; how Krimhelia seizes him by the beard -and drives the dagger into his heart; and how, at the same -<span class='pageno' id='Page_177'>177</span>moment, the long grey beard comes off in her hand, and -she looks with horror on the “pallid dying countenance” of -Count Matatskai.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now follows a dialogue between the dying bandit chief -and the “almost fainting” Krimhelia, who is “filled with -consternation”; in the course of which the tailor finally -closes his eyes unobserved.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now comes the closing scene; the other robbers come -out from behind the fire, Krimhelia takes to flight, and -climbs to the top of a steep dark rock on the edge of a -“yawning abyss.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>As Jozef reads, he bends over his book, leans his head on -his hands, and sees the whole thing taking place before his -eyes. He sees Krimhelia standing on the top of the rock. -The day is breaking in the east. The robbers are pursuing -her, and begin to climb the rock....</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jozef reads on,—at a passionately accelerated pace, and -with the most singular stops imaginable:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There she stood proudly—like a queen with her long, -loose hair and her shining white face standing out sharply -against the red sunrise-tinted sky with horror—she saw in -the unfathomable depth at her feet the bandits approaching. -Already the foremost was stretching out his hand to seize -her and she saw, the morning-light falling on his horrible -features when suddenly, her ear was struck by a sound of -men’s voices singing beneath her in the valley she listens, it -is the morning song of her brothers, she lifts her hands skywards -and looks up to the paling moon and the stars ‘Ic-come’! -she cries” (all in one word) “... and with a -<span class='fss'>HOARSE</span> shriek she flings herself down into the abyss at -the same moment the Bandit Chief drew his last breath -and the Count Matatskai was no more <span class='fss'>THE END</span>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s all!” said Jozef. “That’s fine, ain’t it? ... -Oh! lor! ... they’re all asleep.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jozef cannot at once get over a slight feeling of indignation -<span class='pageno' id='Page_178'>178</span>against an audience, capable of dropping-off “in -the middle of a bit like that,”—but as it is not an isolated -experience on his part, he soon makes up his mind to pay -no further attention to it. He takes the lantern away, goes -forward, and lies down on the deck with the oil-stained book -under his head—looking up at the moon right above him, -and beginning to see, in the air, all sorts of figures, which -gradually acquire a likeness to Count Matatskai and the -“young lady he thinks so much of.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>A. Werumeus Buning</em>.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>NEWSPAPER HUMOUR.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='sc'>From Sad Experience</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>She</em>—“Do tell me, how do you know the age of a horse -you want to buy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>He</em>—“Nothing easier; you just double the age the dealer -gives him.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Professor</em> (<em>at a clinical lecture</em>)—“This patient has been -suffering from a disease of the hip-joint, so that he still -walks lame to an appreciable extent. What would you, sir” -(to one of the students), “do in such a case?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Student</em>—“I think, in that case, I should walk lame too, sir.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Natural History</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Master</em>—“The development and improvement of race has -not only shown itself among mankind, but may clearly be -observed among the lower animals. Who can give me an -example of this?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_179'>179</span> -<img src='images/i_179.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>FROM SAD EXPERIENCE.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_180'>180</span><em>Janneke Snobs</em>—“I, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>M.</em>—“In what sort of animals?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>J. S.</em>—“Among asses, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>M.</em>—“How so?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>J. S</em>.—“Why, in Balaam’s time, asses were only just -beginning to speak, and yesterday I heard M. Snugger say -that there are plenty of asses sitting in the Chamber of -Deputies.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>History.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Master</em>—“In what battle was Gustav Adolf killed?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Janneke Snobs</em>—“In his last battle, I believe, sir.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Precautions.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Many centuries ago, the gallows stood on the banks of -the Scheldt; and once, when two thieves were to be hanged, -the rope broke, as the first was being turned off, and let him -into the water. He swam across the river, and escaped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look out!” said the second to the executioner, “see -that the rope does not break with me—for <em>I can’t swim!</em>”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A gentleman was buying a newspaper at a kiosk, and -wanted change for a frank. “I have no change,” said the -saleswoman; “you can pay me to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But supposing I am dead by to-morrow?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, that can’t be any great loss,” she replied, innocently.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A servant girl, writing home to her parents, said, “I am -sorry I have no money to buy a stamp for this letter; I will -put two on the next.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>Uilenspiegel.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_181'>181</span> -<img src='images/i_181.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“A GENTLEMAN WAS BUYING A PAPER AT A KIOSK.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_182'>182</span><span class='sc'>In Court.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em>—“Is this your signature?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Witness</em>—“I don’t know.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em>—“Look at it carefully.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Witness</em>—“I can’t say for certain.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em> (impatiently)—“Come, make haste, just write your -name.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Witness</em>—“I’m no scholar, sir; I can’t write.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Economy.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Father</em>—“I should never have thought that studying -would have cost so much money.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Student-Son</em>—“Yes; and if you only knew how little I -have studied!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Van Honsbœren, junior, one evening sat gazing at his -father, when the latter had fallen asleep sitting by the stove.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Father,” cried the little fellow, suddenly, “you look just -like a lion!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A lion!” exclaimed Van Honsbœren, waking up, “why, -you’ve never seen any lions.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh yes, father! on the beach at Blankenberghe.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You stupid boy, those were not lions, they were donkeys.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, those are what I mean!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger—“M. le Juge</em>, I have been fined for letting my -dog go about without a muzzle, and he certainly had one on.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em>—“The <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">agent de police</span></i> says your dog had no -muzzle on.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger</em>—“Indeed, he had one on, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Gendarme</em>—“Yes, but he was not wearing it on his head.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_183'>183</span><em>Snugger</em>—“The regulations do not specify <em>where</em> a dog is -to wear his muzzle—and so, to let the beast get his breath, -I tied the muzzle to his tail.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em>—“Five francs fine. Next case!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Snobs has bought a steam-engine, and was showing it to -his friend Snugger yesterday.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How many horse-power is that machine?” asked -Snugger.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Horse-power!” exclaimed Snobs, “don’t you see it goes -by steam?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Nothing is more uncomfortable for a woman who has to -keep a secret than to find no one who is curious about it.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>The human being who can pass a hoarding marked “Wet -Paint,” without putting his finger on it to feel if the paint -really is wet, possesses strength of will and self-control enough -to rule a kingdom.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A lady having run against the freshly painted rail of a -bridge, and carried off a considerable quantity of the paint -on her dress, the bridge-keeper said to her consolingly,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Never mind, ma’am, they’re going to paint it again to-morrow, any way!”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_184'>184</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>FARMER GERRIT’S VISIT TO AMSTERDAM.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c019'>Gerrit Meeuwsen and his son Gijs, living in the depths of the -country, in the Betuwe district (the old Batavian Island, between the -Rhine and the Waal), have made up their minds—after long deliberation—for -an expedition by rail to the Amsterdam kermis. As they have -never left home before, preparations are made which suggest an Arctic -voyage, and they take a solemn farewell of their friends and relations. -The railway station is safely reached, after a drive of many miles; and -Gerrit severs the last link, so to speak, by sending back Jan—the farm-man—with -the trap.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“G’morning,” said father and son, at once.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-morning, friends,” replied the station clerk, who -was seated at a table doing sums.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meeuwsen took off his great woollen gloves, hauled out his -double-cased watch, and said, “Might it be about time for -the railway to come?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t know,” answered Gijs, who thought that his father -was asking the question of him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The clerk, a good-natured fellow, understanding that the -question was addressed to him, replied, “Oh! I suppose -you mean the <em>train</em>. Yes, that will be coming by very soon,—perhaps -in thirteen, or fourteen, or fifteen minutes. Where -do you want to go?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“To Amsterdam,” replied Meeuwsen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Amsterdam—third-class?” asked the clerk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Third-class, what’s that?” returned Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Three classes, you know, my good friend,” the clerk -explained; “first, second, and third. The first is the dearest, -the second middling, and the third the cheapest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then the third won’t do for us, nor the second neither,” -said Gerrit. “I always sit in the first seat at church in our -village, for I be churchwarden.”<a id='r16' /><a href='#f16' class='c010'><sup>[16]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_185'>185</span>“First-class?” asked the clerk, in surprise, “but—do you -know——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Never you mind; I want first-class, do you hear?” said -Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, it’s all the same to me,” said the clerk, rising. He -went to the place where he kept the tickets, stamped two, -and received the rich Betuwers money.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Gracious! there’s the train!” cried the clerk, whose -calculation of fifteen minutes had been rather too liberal. -“Will you come out, please?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit and Gijs, the latter carrying the carpet-bag, rushed -out on to the platform, followed by the clerk. The approaching -train seemed to the travellers to grow longer the more -they looked at it, and, when it stopped, both father and son -involuntarily took a step backwards.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Neither Gerrit nor Gijs knew exactly what happened to -them next; but when they got back all their senses,—for the -wind was blowing freshly in their faces,—they saw themselves -in a carriage containing, besides themselves, two other -passengers, and which allowed free passage to the wind on -all sides.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Bad weather for the money,” grumbled Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why! come and sit over here,” cried one of their -fellow-travellers, apparently a Jew, who was sitting on the -opposite side of the carriage, with his back to the engine. -“Sit here, on the first seat; you will be frozen to death -over there.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit looked at his son, and then both stumbled along -the shaking carriage to the other end, and occupied the end -seats.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s a difference!” said Gijs, whose skin felt like that -of a plucked chicken.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, this does shake!” said Meeuwsen. “No!—that -third-class is enough to kill one!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Nathan, who was reading a book, which, as Gerrit could -<span class='pageno' id='Page_186'>186</span>see, seemed to begin at the end and go backwards, did not -speak again. The second travelling-companion had turned -up the collar of his thick overcoat and was snoring; and our -two gentlemen from Betuwe, having nothing to say to each -other, were silent, and thought—what, no one ever will -know.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After a few minutes’ run, a conductor appeared—whence, -neither Gerrit nor Gijs could understand—and asked them, -“Where for, gentlemen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Gentlemen!</em>” exclaimed Gerrit, with fine scorn, “<em>that</em> -won’t go down with us!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Farmers, then!” said the conductor, “where for?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meeuwsen thought the fellow had no manners, and said, -“I and my son for Amsterdam.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Show your tickets, please,” said the conductor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meeuwsen began to search for them.... “I’d put them -away so carefully,” he remarked, while turning out all his -pockets.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, never mind,” resumed the conductor (he was very -cold, and wanted to get back to his warm corner in the -closed compartment), “you can show me them presently.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good,” replied Gerrit, who began to think the man -was not so bad after all.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The conductor disappeared again, in the same mysterious -fashion, and Gerrit suddenly remembered that he had put -away the tickets inside his watch-case.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At every station, when the whistle of the engine was -heard, Gijs was seized with consternation, thinking that a -child or some other living creature had been run over. -Every time the train stopped, the sons of Batavia prepared -to alight, and each time they were politely stopped by -Nathan, who told them they might just make their minds -easy, for they had not got there yet. Gijs thereupon came -to the conclusion that the journey would not be over so -soon as the schoolmaster had led them to suppose.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_187'>187</span>At length, after they had left the last of the intermediate -stations behind, the mysterious conductor appeared once -more, and asked for the tickets; and Gerrit, who had kept -them carefully in his hand, under his woollen glove, produced -them, and gave them up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“First-class!” said the conductor. “Why, man, you’ve -certainly had the best for your money!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hi?” said Meeuwsen, who could not understand what -the fellow meant.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Stupid bumpkins!” muttered the conductor in an undertone, -happily inaudible to the Meeuwsens, and left the carriage -with a loud “Amsterdam, gentlemen!” The train -now stopped for good. Every one got out, and there was -such a row that Gerrit and his son could not understand what -was going on, and stood staring about them quite dazed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>People, carriages, cabs, omnibuses, trunks, drivers with -brandished whips, crying, “This way, sir!—Hotel this!—Hotel -that!—just off!” There was such a swarming and -confusion that our travellers only regained their full consciousness -when they found themselves sitting in an omnibus, -packed, knee to knee, like herrings in a barrel,—and, probably, -dreaming—at least, so they thought.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where to, sir?” asked the conductor of the omnibus, in -a green coat trimmed with silver lace, of the person sitting -next the door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Dam,” was the answer. “Botermarkt,” said -another passenger. “Rokin, No. 11,” said another; and -another followed with “The Mint.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir?” said the inquisitive man, addressing Gijs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I?” asked Gijs, staring wildly; “to the Fair, isn’t it, -father?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>All the passengers laughed, except three or four who were -in a hurry to get to the Exchange.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Be’st mad, I think, boy,” said Gerrit, grinning. “No, -mate,” he went on, addressing the conductor, “to a lodging.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_188'>188</span>“Which hotel?” was then the question. “First, second, -third, fourth, fifth class? Rondeel, Doelen, Munt—or do -you want to go to the Nes?”<a id='r17' /><a href='#f17' class='c010'><sup>[17]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>Whether Gerrit was thinking of the third-class carriage in -which he had been sitting with Gijs, and contrasting it with -the imaginary first-class where he found a place by the side -of Nathan, we do not know; but it is certain that he shivered -at the idea of a fifth-class, and had his answer ready at once—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“First-class, man! First-class!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vieux</span> <span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Doelen!</span></i>” cried the conductor, with a smile and a -furtive wink at the passenger next the door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The omnibus stopped, and Gerrit and Gijs were beckoned -to come out. How they ever got through the double row of -knees is quite incomprehensible; and twice did the heels of -Gijs’ heavy boots come unpleasantly in contact with corns, -whose proprietors, therefore, unkindly addressed him as -“Clumsy lout!” and “Dumb ass!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How much is it?” asked Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The conductor gave a look round, and then said, under -his breath—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Only ten stivers<a id='r18' /><a href='#f18' class='c010'><sup>[18]</sup></a> each, sir. I can’t ask you for more.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meeuwsen gave him a florin, whereupon he asked whether -the gentleman couldn’t spare him a trifle for himself!</p> - -<p class='c009'>This question was answered by the good-natured farmer -thrusting a <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">kwartje</span></i><a id='r19' /><a href='#f19' class='c010'><sup>[19]</sup></a> into his hand; and the unscrupulous -rascal drove away, laughing in his sleeve.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit, and Gijs with the carpet-bag on his back, stared -for a long time at the fine house, with the gilt letters on the -front; and at length ventured to go up the steps, though -they could not make up their minds to venture in.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_189'>189</span>“What do you want?” politely asked a handsome young -gentleman, in a snow-white waistcoat and a beautiful black -jacket, who came out of the broad hall and walked up to -them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Lodgings,” answered Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“For yourself?” asked the young gentleman, who, seen -at close quarters, seemed older than his jacket would have -led one to suppose.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I and my son Gijs,” said Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You?” again asked the young gentleman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is that so hard to understand?” asked the farmer. -“Are there no lodgings here? Can we get them, or can’t -we?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The young gentleman walked away, and stopped to speak -to another young gentleman like unto himself, who met him -in the corridor. Soon after two more arrived, one of them -with a napkin over his arm, and all the four began to laugh -immoderately; so that Gerrit began to be tired of waiting, -and, approaching the group, said, with some violence, “Now, -what is it to be? Are we to get rooms, or are we not?” -The young gentlemen continued to giggle, but suddenly -stopped, and scattered with surprising rapidity, for a dignified -elderly person entered the vestibule, and asked what was the -matter here. Whereupon Gerrit expounded to him that he -had asked, in a straightforward and downright way, for -lodgings; that he did not know what the young gentlemen -were up to; that he had come with his son to attend the -fair; that he had no mind to be what-you-may-call-ummed -and made a fool of by those young gentlemen; and that he -asked, once more, Could he, or could he not?</p> - -<p class='c009'>The respectable gentleman took a good look at Gerrit and -Gijs—the latter was still outside the door with the carpet-bag—for -some moments; but the open honest face, and -generally prosperous appearance of the farmer, reassured him -as to the probability of their being good customers. He -<span class='pageno' id='Page_190'>190</span>then laid his forefinger against his nose, and called out to -one of the young gentlemen,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No. 71 and 72, Karel. <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Allons!</span></i>”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Karel came. Gerrit beckoned Gijs to come in. Gijs also -came.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Take the gentleman’s luggage,” said the proprietor of -the hotel to Karel, pointing to the carpet-bag, which Gijs -still carried over his shoulder.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, no! thank you,” said Gijs, as the young gentleman -Karel went about to relieve him of his load. Karel, however, -did not leave go. The proprietor was present; and, in -spite of Gijs’ asseverations that he was far too kind, he -seized the bag and flew up the broad staircase like a jumping -rabbit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you will follow, gentlemen,” said the proprietor, “the -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">garçon</span></i> will show you your rooms.” Gerrit, putting up, for the -sake of peace, with the title of gentleman, followed the flying -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">garçon</span></i>, and Gijs followed his father.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where are we going to?” cried the stout farmer, to -whom climbing of stairs was an unaccustomed exercise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“To No. 71 and 72,” said the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">garçon</span></i>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t care what number it is—number thousand, if you -like—but I didn’t come here to climb up a tower!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We shall be there directly,” said Karel, still flying on -ahead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go on, then!” said Gerrit, taking courage; and on they -went again, up stairs and more stairs—there was no end to it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are we not there yet?” sighed Meeuwsen, when Gijs -had counted the forty-fifth flight of steps, and they had come -to an arched doorway.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This way round!” cried Karel, and flew on, still higher.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No! that’s too much; I give it up!” cried Gerrit, holding -fast to the banisters. “It’s enough to drive a man crazy! -I’ll go no farther.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Only a few more,” said Karel persuasively. At last, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_191'>191</span>when Gijs had counted sixty-three, the two, panting and -gasping, reached their goal—Nos. 71 and 72.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ici</span></i>,” said Karel, throwing open both doors almost at the -same moment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Ici</span></i> or no <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">ici</span></i>” muttered the farmer, “what I say is that -no decent man can be expected to do it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This is your room,” said Karel, pointing to No. 72, as he -saw that Gijs was about to follow his father into No. 71.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I?” ejaculated Gijs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">S’il vous plaît</span></i>” said the waiter, and flinging the carpet-bag -into No. 71, he left the rooms, stood still in the passage -between the two apartments, and looking at father and son -by turns, went on, “Any more orders? Will the gentlemen -dine at the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">table d’hôte</span></i>, at half-past four?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gijs understood not a single word of this; and Gerrit, who -likewise did not grasp the subtleties of the situation, -answered shortly, “No,” being mortally afraid of having to -do any more climbing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Karel having had enough of this exalted society, uttered -no further questions or remarks, slammed both doors, -reached the ground floor by sliding down the banisters, and -left the father and son, each in his own room, to their -respective meditations.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The well-furnished rooms were only divided from one -another by a thin wooden partition, and their windows -afforded a delightful view, to wit, a red-tiled roof, from which -arose a tall black chimney.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gijs looked round, like a cat in a strange warehouse, and -did not think Amsterdam so very beautiful after all.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Boy! where are you?” shouted Gerrit. “What are we -to do now? Just come here!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can I do that, father?” roared Gijs, in a voice that -could easily have been heard in the street.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course!” cried Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gijs went on tiptoe to his door, and, speeding as though -death were at his heels, out of No. 72 and into No. 71.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_192'>192</span>“Look here, boy!” said Gerrit, when his son was safely -inside, “here we sit, and I’m so hungry that I can’t see -straight.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So am I,” asseverated Gijs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then you ought to call,” said his father, “and we might -order something.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gijs muttered something about “so strange,” and “if -father were to do it himself,”—but, like a dutiful son, he -went to the stairs, and shouted—very much as he was -accustomed at home to call the calves to their food—“<em>Huup! -huup! huup!</em>”</p> - -<p class='c009'>No one came. At last a door opened, and an old gentleman -in hat and greatcoat came out, and passed Gijs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh!” said Gijs, his shyness giving way before his own -hunger and his father’s orders, “would you be so kind as to -order something to eat for us!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pull the bell, you young donkey!” was the polite reply. -The donkey departed without a word, and, after some -searching, Father Meeuwsen found a rope hanging in No. -71, at which he pulled,—and lo! they heard a bell ring. A -minute later Karel was again standing before them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You must bring us something to eat,” said the farmer, who -now began to understand that the young man was a waiter.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Déjeuner à la fourchette?</span></i>” asked Karel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t know those things,” replied Gerrit. “I’ve never -eaten <em>desernages</em>, nor <em>forzettes</em> either. Just bring us something, -my lad,—I don’t much care what, so long as we can -get something inside us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Flop went the door again; and five minutes later there -arrived at No. 71 some strange substances of whose nature -Gerrit and Gijs had not the remotest idea. They began, -however, to try and to taste, and though they could scarcely -get the things down their throats, they were messed up so -queerly with sweet stuff and spice, they managed to satisfy -their appetites somehow.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_193'>193</span>“I’ve had enough,” said Gerrit at last.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So have I,” sighed Gijs, and they rose from table,—to -go to the kermis.</p> - -<p class='c009'>We will not relate in detail how Gerrit and Gijs climbed -downstairs again, went out at the front door, and announced -that they would come back again in the evening; how they -were besieged by beggars, shoeblacks, and Jews selling -lottery tickets,—nearly all of whom the good-natured farmer -succeeded in satisfying; how they were directed from one -part of the town to another, and back again, in order to -reach the fair; how and when they got there they found -booths, just like those in their own village, but much bigger -and finer ones. We will not record how much Gerrit paid -for the monster cake which he wished to take home to -Griet, and which bore the inscription, in sugar letters, “A -Fairing for You;” how Gijs was cheated in the purchase -of a cup and saucer for Mijntje; how they, furthermore, -bought ginger-bread, almonds, and who knows what -besides, so that their pockets stood out like hard lumps, and -they were nearly fainting under the weight of them. They -visited the circus, but were not edified; and when, finally, -the great trick rider “<em>Meseu</em> Blanus,” after two sudden -changes of costume, appeared in flesh-coloured tights, and -walked about blowing a trumpet, Gerrit could stand it no -longer, and seizing his son by the arm, he shouted, “That -beats all! so it does! come, boy, come! come!” and hurried -him out. When they had struggled out into the crowd -again, Gerrit said that they had had their fill of that sort of -thing, and more; and Gijs remarked that it was low. They -did not attempt to see any of the other shows, and Gerrit -unmercifully dragged Gijs past “The Mirror of Mystery,” -where, as the man at the door said, “The girl can see her -lover, and the young man his girl,—all for a <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">dubbeltje</span></i>! -Great American Magic Mirror of Mystery!” Gijs would -have liked a peep at his Mijntje, but Gerrit was firm.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_194'>194</span>Having partaken, by way of refreshment, of hot wafers -and punch,—a repast which Gijs liked well enough, but his -father considered “sweet, but nothing to stay your stomach -on,”—they at last, after many wanderings, found their -way back to the hotel. The nimble rabbit, Mr Karel, was -again to the fore. In the twinkling of an eye he had lit a -candle, and flew up the stairs, requesting the wearied rustics, -unaccustomed to the hard walking of the streets, to follow -him, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">s’il vous plaît</span></i>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit and Gijs followed—yes! and in time they reached -the top, but felt just as if a thousand smiths were hammering -away in their bones.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do the gentlemen wish <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">souper</span></i>?” asked Karel, who by -this time had lit candles in each of the two rooms.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Eat soup now!” said Gerrit, “get away with you! I’m -fair filled up with those wafer-cakes!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Put boots outside door—when d’you-want-to-be-called?” -asked Karel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m going away to-morrow morning by the first train,” -said Gerrit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then you’ll want a <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">vigilante</span></i>?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Go to the ... woodpile!” cried Gerrit, “with all your -foreign talk.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-night, gentlemen!” said Karel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The doors were shut, and the gentlemen were left alone. -Now began a conversation between the two—carried on in -genuine rustic growls, and yet as softly as if they were afraid -of waking “Mother my wife.” A few minutes later Gijs -retired, with a new blue wadded night-cap, and a “good-night, -dad,” to No. 72.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Gerrit had at once blown out the wax candles in No. 71. -“That’s just sinful waste,” he said; and Gijs, on entering -No. 72, followed his father’s example.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They were not long in undressing by moonlight. Gijs -put on the night-cap, and stepped into the soft bed. What -<span class='pageno' id='Page_195'>195</span>a thing that was!—soft as pap!... Never knew such a -thing before.... He lay listening.... Every moment he -heard something ... some one walking about ... groping -among the furniture ... at last speaking. At last, he -could stand it no longer—he sat up and stared uneasily -about. He thought he could plainly ... hear ... -something ... at ... the ... door. Seemed as if ... -you ... could ... see ... the ... handle ... turning.... -The perspiration broke out all over him ... -still he saw it ... plainly ... and, when the door was -really opened, he uttered a yell, but slowly recovered himself -on seeing that it was his father.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can’t rest on <em>that</em> thing,” said Gerrit, as he came in, -meaning the bed, which he found much too soft. “No, -Gijs, I’ll just come and lie here on the boards.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll do that too,” said Gijs, stepping out of bed, and -then he lay down on the floor beside his father—each with -a pea-jacket rolled up for a pillow—“good-night! pleasant -dreams.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Whether the dreams were, in point of fact, pleasant may -be doubted, for they formed a first-class raree-show, composed -of bare legs and wafer-cakes, guns and horses, omnibuses, -and the climbing of towers, in wild confusion. Certain -it is, however, that the Meeuwsens, father and son, when they -awoke, stared at one another as if they had been bewitched, -and had to think a long time before they could remember -where on earth they were.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Well, how did they get home again from the fair?—Gerrit -to his Griet, and Gijs to his Mijn.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Very well indeed. Physically they were in sad case, but -spiritually all right—which does not always happen on like -occasions. The bill which Karel handed to Gerrit before -his departure was alike illegible to him and to Gijs. Perhaps -no one but the hotel-proprietor and the head-waiter could -<span class='pageno' id='Page_196'>196</span>ever have deciphered it—only the total was clear: 16f. 80—accurately -reckoned. Gerrit thought, but said nothing; -paid; started, when he was told that a tip was expected of -him, over and above the bill, but paid it; and left the -Verdoel by the first omnibus, and Amsterdam by the first -train.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s over!” said Gerrit, sitting safe and sound once -more beside his Griet in the kitchen. “Once is well -enough—but never again! And I had everything first-class!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was true enough: for on the return journey he had -managed to get into the right compartment of the train—though, -to say the truth, he found it much less comfortable -than the other.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Gijs? Gijs was as blythe as a foal in the meadow, -when he found himself at home again. When he told Mijn -about the circus, and the young ladies in gilt caps who -had sold him wafers, and tried to flirt with him, she -turned as red as fire, and said it was scandalous; but -the cup and saucer, which, contrary to all expectation, -had reached home uninjured, were duly admired by her. -And when Gerrit, one fine evening, had some of the -neighbours in to help in the pig-killing, and entertained -them in the kitchen when work was over, the monster -cake was tasted, and Gerrit profited by the opportunity to -relate all his adventures. Then said Brother-in-Law Kresel, -that such a thing hadn’t happened within the memory of -man!—and Baas Janssen, that morality was getting into a -frightful state!—and the old Teunis farmer concluded, -“What does a man want on the ice in his clogs?”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>J. J. Cremer.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_197'>197</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>NO SWORD!</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Old Colonel H—— was standing, during one of the summer -months, before the open window, puffing the smoke of his -Havannah into the air, with the feeling of satisfaction produced -by a fine day, while his eyes followed the movements -of a young officer, whose elastic figure had already, at some -distance, attracted his superior’s attention.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly his face darkened. No one so soon feels his -toes trodden on as an old military man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>What was that? Were his eyes dazzled by the sunlight? -Or could anything of the sort possibly happen under the -eye of the strict commanding officer of the regiment? Had -discipline really died out among the younger generation of -the army?</p> - -<p class='c009'>No, it was no optical deception. He could see it now, -plainly—the lieutenant, passing there, on the other side of -the street, with a letter in his hand, had <em>no</em> sword on! -And it was not nearly four <span class='fss'>P.M.</span>!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Lieutenant!” cried the fire-eater, in a momentary -ebullition of indignation, from the open window; “if I may -ask you—one moment!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The man addressed immediately turned with a military -salute, and hastened to the Colonel’s rooms, without the -slightest presentiment of the storm about to burst over his -head.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He rang the bell, and the Colonel’s servant opened the -door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Passing through the hall, he gave a hasty glance at his -uniform to see whether it was all right—and then he discovered -his misfortune. Horrible! He had, in his haste -to post a letter, forgotten to buckle on his sword!</p> - -<p class='c009'>For one moment he hesitated; he was really frightened, -and saw, looming up in space, all the evil consequences of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_198'>198</span>his mistake, in the form of all possible reports, with “arrest” -at the end of them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Colonel would send a note to the commander of -division, who would endorse and put it into the hands of -the captain—and then the fat would be in the fire with a -vengeance! All this passed like a flash of lightning through -the unhappy man’s head, and he looked helplessly round, -as though hoping that some good genius would inspire him -with a way of escape in this sore need. What was he -to do? He could not keep the cantankerous Colonel waiting,—there -was nothing for it except to march valiantly -forward into the lion’s den. But luck never forsakes a -lieutenant!</p> - -<p class='c009'>What is that glittering over there in the umbrella-stand?</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Colonel’s sword!... He pulls out his purse,—thrusts, -with an eloquent gesture, a guilder into the hand of -the Colonel’s man, and buckles on the sword—all in less -time than it takes to tell it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A moment later he stands—in correct military attitude, his -left hand held so as to hide the dragon on his sword-hilt -from the eagle eye of his chief—before the old gentleman, -who, meanwhile, has been stalking up and down the room, -fretting and fuming.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir! I must call your attention to——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A long pause.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Colonel’s glance travels from the sword to the young -officer’s blushing face, and back again to the glittering weapon.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then he shakes his head in utter amazement, but -recovers himself speedily, and continues in a low tone:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What battalion do you belong to?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The second, Colonel.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just so. I only wanted to ask you if—if—Major Ij ... -has returned from his leave?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He is not coming back till to-morrow, sir, if I have -understood rightly.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_199'>199</span> -<img src='images/i_199.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“IN CORRECT MILITARY ATTITUDE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_200'>200</span>“Ah!—thank you—it had escaped me—thanks.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The lieutenant saluted respectfully, left the room with -the greatest air of self-confidence, hastened down the stairs, -unbuckled the Colonel’s sword—put it away noiselessly -among the sticks and umbrellas, after which he hurried -away, keeping as close as he could to the wall till he was -out of sight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>As for the Colonel, he simply could not believe his eyes! -Then something occurred to him. He called his man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Did you let the lieutenant in?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Was he wearing a sword when he came in?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir,” answered he, with imperturbable calm.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Colonel smote his forehead with his open hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The lieutenant’s guilder was well invested.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Humoristisch Album.</span></cite>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'>A STUDENT’S LODGINGS SIXTY YEARS SINCE.</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>The burghers of the university town—at least those whose -houses, at the beginning of the summer vacation, are adorned -with cards bearing the inscription “<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Cubicula locanda</span></i>”—can, -during nine months of the year, be looked on only to a -limited extent as masters in their own dwellings. It is the -student, or the officer, as the case may be, who is established -in the best room, who attracts all the attention of passers by, -and the neighbours over the way,—who sits at the window, -is seen to go in and out at the front door, carries the key, -rules, gives orders, receives his friends and acquaintances, -and, in a word, conducts himself as the principal person, -while the owner or lessee of the house is banished to a back -room or some little subterraneous den in the basement. It -<span class='pageno' id='Page_201'>201</span>is to the best room, then, that we must make our way, -though the approach to it is not an attractive one. Our -way lies, first, through a narrow passage, where we run the -risk of stumbling over a doorstep, evidently placed there -with the sole object of teaching children and visitors to be -careful of their steps. Then we have to seek a dark and -narrow stairway, and, having found it, to ascend it. It -receives, by day, only a dim and doubtful light from the -basement; by night, it is perfectly dark, and its worn and -slippery steps follow one another at such strangely unequal -intervals, that one is tempted to think the architect must -have been interested in the problem how to pile on one -another, in a given space, a given number of irregular -parallelograms in the most heterogeneous manner possible. -When we have succeeded, after having knocked our heads -not more than three or four times against all sorts of -fantastically projecting rafters and angles, in reaching what -is ironically called the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">bel étage</span></i>, we find ourselves in front of -a door which opens very easily and noiselessly, but can -never be closed without five or six violent thrusts or tugs, -according as you are inside or out. We once more hit our -toes against an unexpected doorstep, and at last enter the first -of the two rooms inhabited by <em>Gerlof Bol, S.S. Theol. cand</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is evening; the two sash windows, divided by a narrow -space of wall, are hidden behind unpainted shutters, on -which, here and there, a square, worm-eaten, or dirt-stained -spot shows where a hasp or bolt has been, but is no more. -These shutters curve outwards, and threaten every moment -to escape from the control of the bars (bent crooked as -though with their weight), and fling themselves in the -face of the incautious person who should venture too -near. The walls are covered with a dirty yellow paper, on -which green and blue flowers alternate in diagonal lines. -Now and then, where the paper has been torn, another piece -of the same pattern has been pasted on upside down, probably -<span class='pageno' id='Page_202'>202</span>for the sake of securing a pleasing variety; while in -other cases the damage has not been repaired, and an -earlier wall decoration, in orange and black, is apparent in -patches. On the wall hang the portraits of Van Der Palm -and Borgen<a id='r20' /><a href='#f20' class='c010'><sup>[20]</sup></a> in one frame, the lecture list, fastened up with -three pins, and a variety of college notices secured in the -same way. Near the door is a tolerably roomy alcove, containing -the occupant’s chief treasures,—in the first place, his -books, which, in so far as they consist of quartos, octavos, -and duodecimos, are ranged on three shelves against the -wall, while the folios stand on the ground in the company -of sundry maps in cases; in the second place, two baskets, -one of which is full of burnt-out clay pipes, the other of -foul ditto awaiting their burning. Item, a closed card-table, -bought cheap at a second-hand dealer’s, which can -never stand on more than two legs at the same time; while -the superficies of the once green baize with which it is -covered offers a remarkable assemblage of mathematical -figures, such as circles formed by the setting down of wet -punch or wine glasses, ellipses or squares arising from the -dropping of wax, grease, or ink, or the contact with various -objects not previously dusted. Item, an umbrella without -a knob, whose whalebone ribs, for the most part, -have either repudiated all connection with the covering, -or shamelessly protrude through it. Furthermore, a trio -of eccentric-looking canes, a couple of broken German -pipes, a little tin box, a small writing-desk heaped with -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">dictata</span></i>, MS. notes, and dilapidated books; a large reading -desk, holding the <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">editio princeps</span></i> of the States Bible;<a id='r21' /><a href='#f21' class='c010'><sup>[21]</sup></a> and, -<em>last not least</em>, as the English say, a small basket containing -full, and a large one with empty, wine bottles.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_203'>203</span>The said alcove is provided with a double door, and -when the latter is closed, peculiar skill, or else a lucky conjuncture -of circumstances, is necessary to open it, seeing -that the handle usually displays a remarkable degree of -obstinacy, and calmly turns round in one’s hand unnumbered -times without lifting the latch.</p> - -<p class='c009'>As to the other furniture of the room, the following is an -accurate inventory:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>1. A small mirror in a polished wooden frame,—the glass -consisting of two sections, each of a different colour. If -you see yourself in the lower half you have a purple countenance, -in the upper a green one, and in either case your -features are cruelly distorted; in fact, no one ever looked -into this mirror, either above or below, who did not -instantly look out of it again,—so frightfully ugly does every -one find him or herself, as the case may be.</p> - -<p class='c009'>2. A mahogany sécretaire, which, though it has lost some -of the convolutions of the carved fretwork finishing it off -at the top, is still, on the whole, tolerably fit for use, and has -no other defects than these, that the lower drawer will not shut, -that one of the hinges of the flap is loose,—necessitating great -care in opening and closing,—and that one of the feet has -long ago declined further service and preferred a horizontal -to an upright position,—in spite of which, however, the article -of furniture can be made to stand tolerably steady if propped -up against the wall. On the top stands a bunch of paper -flowers (the landlady’s property), protected by a glass shade, -flanked to right and left by plaster busts of Homer and -Cicero, and surrounded with several teacups, bearing in gilt -letters such touching mottoes as “Many happy returns of -the day,” “A trifle—but a token of good-will,” “Walk on -roses,” “A token of respect,” &c. &c.</p> - -<p class='c009'>3. A white-wood corner cupboard, with a fluted sliding-door, -which, if you go about to open it quietly, refuses to -move, whereas if you use force you push the whole cupboard -<span class='pageno' id='Page_204'>204</span>from its place. Only long experience, added to unwearying patience, will enable any one to bring to light the -glasses, plates, and knives, or whatever the contents of the -receptacle may be.</p> - -<p class='c009'>4. A tiled stove, whose top is pointed out as a frequent -resting-place for glasses by a variety of circular stains. -Next the stove stands a wooden tub containing coals, and -behind it lie a heap of peats and a few blocks of wood, also -a poker and tongs. The latter cannot be handled without -pinching the skin of one’s forefinger, and the legs slip across -each other as soon as one tries to pick up anything with -them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>5. An arm-chair, and six chairs with plush seats, showing -their stuffing through numerous wounds,—all of them -venerable invalids, full of infirmities, and especially weak in -the back.</p> - -<p class='c009'>6. A square table, with flaps which can be turned up; its -upper surface painted green with white spots, and the edges -reddish-brown. In the middle of this table we see a lamp -and two black-japanned candlesticks with tallow candles in -them; further, a broken pair of snuffers, a wooden tobacco-box, -a brazier, and an inkstand with other writing materials; -and round it are seated several students, all members of -the “rhetorical chamber”<a id='r22' /><a href='#f22' class='c010'><sup>[22]</sup></a> entitled, “The Thirsty -Pleiades.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in12'><span class='sc'>J. Van Lennep.</span></div> - <div class='line'><em>The Vicissitudes of Klaasje Zevenster</em> (1866).</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_205'>205</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>A COLONIAL PRIZE-GIVING.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“Another day on the rack!” Heer Doornik had said that -morning to his wife,—not however in so tragic a manner as -the tenor of the ejaculation would seem to indicate, as he was -just then busy pulling on a particularly intractable boot.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is your speech ready?” asked Mevrouw Doornik, in -the act of fastening his necktie for him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, my address is prepared,” he replied, solemnly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>You must know, reader, that Doornik had been, in his -young days, a member of a “rhetorical chamber” at Dinxperlo -or Buren, I do not exactly remember which, and had -reaped harvests of laurels at various lectures—laurels offered -to him along with cups of muddy chocolate and <em>cadetjes</em> with -cream cheese.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This circumstance had stood in his way all his life. The -man, whose manifest destiny was to become a schoolmaster, -believed himself a second Mirabeau. He would -have liked to become a popular orator, or a member of the -Second Chamber, or failing that at least a minister. But his -ideals had gone the way of the <em>cadetjes</em> and the chocolate, -they had vanished into nothingness; the future Mirabeau -became, first, a pupil in a training-college, then third, and -then second master; and, at last, with much labour, he -gained his head-mastership.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have at last this consolation, that I am to-day once -more placed in a position to show the public what the art of -oratory is.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This last sentence was uttered with such an elevation of -his voice, that his wife thought it necessary to damp his -enthusiasm a little.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m afraid the pine-apple tartlets are burnt,” she said, -“and the cabinet-pudding, too, is not as it should be.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_206'>206</span>But her husband did not hear her. In one hand he had -a hair-brush and in the other a comb, and with these objects -he went through all sorts of evolutions, his eyes fixed on the -mirror, and his long figure most eccentrically contorted. -His wife left him alone; she was well acquainted with this -manœuvre, and twenty years’ experience of married life had -taught her not to disturb her husband when seized by -inspirations.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Indies are not the place for unappreciated genius; -all that they could give the great man (except a good salary -and an easy life, which, of course, did not count) was the -chairmanship of a few committees, and a place in the church -council and other assemblies, which got through more talking -than business. Besides this, he was a Freemason, and thus -at last he had the satisfaction of being able to speak “in -public,” taking one week with another, at least once a week.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The day of the school examination was therefore, in his -opinion, especially suited to this purpose, and he had not -practised so long for nothing. His speech was going to be -brilliant, his eloquence indescribable, his gestures and facial -expression would do the rest. It was only a pity that -Hendriks (the second master) had come to worry him, for, -above all things, he needed quiet in those days when he -was going to show the public what good speaking is.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last the proceedings were to begin.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The children sang one or two songs very prettily, and the -effect would have been exceedingly good, had not the head-master -been of opinion that his voice—not a bad one, but -just now fairly hoarse with nervousness—ought to be heard -above all the rest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then the examination proper began, and the usual -incidents took place. Great exhibitions of dumbness on the -part of the girls, fearful embarrassment on that of the boys, -extreme exasperation among the masters, suppressed giggling -among the ladies of the audience, and unnaturally solemn -faces among the members of the school committee, who had -evidently made up their minds to remain serious whatever -might happen.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_207'>207</span> -<img src='images/i_207.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“IN ONE HAND A HAIR-BRUSH, IN THE OTHER A COMB.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_208'>208</span>In the first-class sat eight boys, between the ages of twelve -and fifteen. But it soon became apparent that six of the -eight were mere lay figures; the questions were addressed -to all, but the answers, evidently, expected from Anton van -Duijn and William Ochtenraat only.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They represented two distinct types, as they sat there side -by side. William had a fresh, rosy face, large blue eyes, -and a white forehead, crowned with blonde curls,—he was a -prize specimen of a Dutch boy. Anton, with his dark hair -and jet-black eyes, clear-cut brown face, and tall slight -figure, was a handsome <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">sinjo</span></i>; for he had inherited his looks -more from his Creole mother than his Dutch father.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mevrouw Ochtenraat had spoken truth when she assured -Mevrouw van Duijn just now that it gave her much pleasure -to see how clever and hard-working Anton was.</p> - -<p class='c009'>To-day, however, it seemed as though Anton did not -know so much more than his schoolfellow. Was it the fault -of the questions put by the master, who seemed still more -agitated than common, and became so amazingly tragic in -his simplest movements and gestures that he seemed to be -reciting one of Racine’s tragedies rather than conducting a -school examination?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Or was it the way the master knitted his brows and rolled -his eyes, wriggled and writhed and stretched himself, that -confused Anton?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Or could it have been the little piece of paper that had -just been put into his hand, and on which Heer Hendriks -had written in pencil, “Keep cool, don’t let them make you -lose your head!”—could that have been the reason why -Anton every now and then failed to answer a question?</p> - -<p class='c009'>William Ochtenraat, on the other hand, seemed in particularly -good spirits that morning. Again and again the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_209'>209</span>master managed to bring him round to one or other of the -few subjects in which he was at home. He made him tell -the story of Alexander the Great’s horse, and of the faithful -hound who died on the grave of William the Silent, and, -finally, of the turf-boat by means of which Breda was surprised. -William’s eyes sparkled as he told of Bucephalus; -and his mother would have liked to kiss him when he -nearly choked over William of Orange’s dog; and when he -laughed over the discomfiture of the Spaniards, the whole -room laughed with him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Meanwhile, poor Anton became more and more uneasy; -he no longer nodded encouragingly to his mother, as he had -done at first, but his anxious looks sought Heer Hendriks, -who was quite as pale as he.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The arithmetic began. Here dogs, horses, and jokes -were alike out of place; the thing, therefore, was to ask the -Governor’s son as few questions as possible.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now I shall be all right!” thought Anton; for this was -the subject in which he most excelled. But even now things -continued to go wrong; time after time he found he could -not answer, and something began to glitter in his eyes which -ought to have warned Heer Doornik.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Again the master put a question. And the boy cried, -pale with that terrible bluish paleness one only sees where -there is coloured blood,—“I can’t answer that question, sir; -and you know I can’t, because it’s not on what I’ve learned.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But perhaps one of the other boys can,—William, for -instance?” asked Hendriks.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, no,” cried Willie, “I never heard of it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Heer Doornik—in spite of his fondness for speeches in -general—was far from pleased with this speech; he understood -how every one must feel that there was something -behind this, and shortly afterwards brought the examination -to a somewhat precipitate close by giving his wife the sign -to order up the refreshments.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_210'>210</span>Whoever else may have taken bread and butter, or pine-apple -tart,—whoever else was regaled with the cabinet-pudding,—neither -Anton nor his mother tasted them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t be uneasy, madam,” said the Governor, to the -widow, as he called one of the boys to bring her a glass of -wine and water, seeing that she trembled in every limb. -“Don’t be uneasy, Anton is sure to get the prize.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The examination was over, the bread and butter and -cakes had disappeared, the scholars having displayed in -their extermination a far greater zeal and endurance than in -the ordeal of answering questions. Now came the distribution -of prizes, and—the Speech!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Many a time had people seen Heer Doornik nervous, and -heard him get entangled in his sentences, but the display he -made to-day was absolutely unprecedented.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The oration lasted fully a quarter of an hour, and it was -not the heat alone which made the ladies look so flushed -and uncomfortable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Some new-comers to the place were seriously alarmed lest -the man should break a blood-vessel, or dislocate his left -arm,—which came in for the hardest of the work,—or lose -his balance in some of his sudden evolutions; the children -sat staring at him open-mouthed, the gentlemen nudged one -another, the ladies effaced themselves more and more behind -their colossal fans. Mevrouw Doornik, alone, sat with her -hands folded in her lap, gazing in silent admiration at the -man of her choice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Widow Van Duijn, too, was listening in the greatest -excitement, till she felt he was going beyond her comprehension -altogether; and Anton stood, never taking his -burning eyes from the master’s face, waiting for his sentence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It came at last, after many a long circuit. Considering -this, and weighing that, and giving its due prominence to -this circumstance, and noticing why, and not forgetting how -the two boys in the first-class, who alone had any claim to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_211'>211</span>the prize, had learned what they had learned, and answered -as they had answered, he thought he was acting in harmony -with the esteemed head of the government, and all the -gentlemen and ladies who had honoured the school with -their presence, by handing the first prize herewith to the -most industrious and highly gifted pupil—William Ochtenraat!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Therewith he handed the boy a handsomely bound book, -with a gesture so powerful, so violent a swaying of his whole -person, that one was reminded of Samson at the moment -when he seized the pillars of the temple.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was a sudden stillness in the spacious school -building. The master looked at the Governor. The latter -let his glance rest on William, who, more amazed than -delighted, looked first at the glittering volume, and then -at the deathly pale boy who sat next him, motionless, with -clenched fists and set teeth.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Already Heer Doornik, mopping his face all the time with -his handkerchief, was approaching the prize-winner to offer -his congratulations,—already there were sounds of sniffling -and rustling, caused by ladies and gentlemen rising to -congratulate the parents, when Heer Ochtenraat slowly rose -in his place, and, with a quiet gesture of his delicate white -hand, asked for a hearing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Once more there was silence as of death.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“William,” said the Governor, in his clear, resonant voice, -“William, tell me honestly, have you earned that prize?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>One moment the boy hesitated, with a glance at the book.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, papa!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, my boy, give the book to the one who has earned -it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Without stopping to think for one moment, the boy went -up to Anton van Duijn, and put the book into his hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It needs a good deal to excite an East Indian audience, -but when Heer Hendriks, with a pale face, and a suspicious -<span class='pageno' id='Page_212'>212</span>look of moisture about his eyes, made his way forward, -wrung Anton’s hand, and cried aloud, “Hurrah! three -cheers for the Governor,” the universal enthusiasm found -vent in long and loud cheering. Heer Ochtenraat immediately -rose to go; he looked at the head-master coldly and -sternly, and passed him without a word.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Annie Foore.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>HOW MATHIS KNOUPS TURNED “LIBERAL” AND THEN “CATHOLIC” AGAIN.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Every one in Limburg who is not “Catholic” is “liberal”—that -is an established fact. There may be a few Protestants -here and there; but these are <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">gueux</span></i>, interlopers, mostly -from the direction of Hertogenbosch, and therefore Hollanders,<a id='r23' /><a href='#f23' class='c010'><sup>[23]</sup></a> -who have accidentally come into the country at -one time or another. <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Gueux</span></i> means one who has fallen -away from the Roman Catholic faith, and therefore from -Christianity. Also, among other rarities, one finds here -and there a few Jews; but they, of course, do not count. -A “liberal” is one who is not always and altogether of the -same opinion as the parish priest and his <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Kapelaan</span></i> (curate)—outside -church matters, that is to say, for if he were to -differ from their reverences on any point of doctrine, he -would be no liberal, but a heretic. Also that person is a -liberal who, for instance, may, on occasion, give his opinion of -a sermon thus,—“Oh! yes, they”—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i>, the clergy—“must -find something to talk about, I suppose.” Or likewise -<span class='pageno' id='Page_213'>213</span>he who, instead of going regularly to high mass, contents -himself, on Sundays and festivals, with a “snap-mass,”—a -little, short service; or he who dares to declare, with a -smile, that he cannot think how all the fast-days came into -existence. There are indeed even a few, but only a few, and -those only to be found in towns, who recognise no fast-days -at all, entirely godless and irreligious people, who never go to -church, and do not even attend confession at Easter. Such -people as those are worse than any liberals or heretics,—they -are, in one word, <em>bad</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thus, whoever is not a liberal is a Catholic; but there -are <em>Catholics</em>, and <em>good Catholics</em>. A Catholic is any man -who faithfully performs his religious duties; who would not, -for any money, presume to differ in opinion from the parish -priest, and never asks whence that gentleman gets the text of -his sermons, or how the church fasts originated. But any -one who, in addition to all this, also walks in procession -with a lighted torch or leads the prayers as master of the -confraternity of St Joseph or St Rochus, who duly informs the -villagers whom the priest would like elected into the parish -council, who comes to the Holy Communion at least once a -month, and, in the tavern, of an evening, can describe all -liberals, gueux, freemasons, and all such like rabble, in their -true colours, that man is a good <em>Catholic</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mathis Knoups, master-carpenter, and landlord of the -“Sun” at Haffert, did not belong to this category; he was a -Catholic <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tout court</span></i>. He went to high mass on Sundays, and -four times in the year to confession. This, he said, was -doing no more than his duty; and, for the rest, he had -no time to take any further trouble about the church or -religion,—every man must know what he is about, and he -had to think of his children.... There were plenty of -other men to carry torches in the procession,—fast-days had -always existed, and did not seem to have made people -leaner or less healthy,—and he was willing to take for -<span class='pageno' id='Page_214'>214</span>granted that what M. le Curé said in his sermons was true, -provided he were not obliged to listen to them. Also, he -was quite ready to vote for Jan, Piet, or Klaas, just as M. -le Curé pleased,—he had no quarrel with any of the three, -and so it was all the same to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was Knoups’ way of reasoning, when the question -was discussed by the guests who came to take their evening -glass of beer at the “Sun.” On such occasions, the -surveyor Hommels, well known in the town for a “great -liberal,” would usually answer, “Yes, yes, you village -people let yourselves be finely humbugged and led by the -nose!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! Lord!” Knoups would then retort, “you have -been bitten by that dog too!” And then, with a smile of -complete assurance and self-satisfaction, he would add, “One -has to keep one’s soul clean, you see!” Whereupon the -ex-burgomaster Kormann would signify his approval in the -words,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, Master Knoups! the man who does not -need that, is not called on to take any trouble about it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then don’t let him trouble himself with my affairs,” -answered Knoups.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Master Knoups’ inn was about twenty minutes’ walk from -the little town, at the point where the “<span lang="fy" xml:lang="fy">grintweg</span>” leading to -Haffert branches off from the high-road. Among the other -advantages of this situation was a toll-gate, which was farmed -by Mathis. What Limburg carter would not willingly turn -in for a half-pint of beer or a dram, at the place where he -has to stop and pay “barrière”? Thus the “Sun” was -always full of “coming and going folk.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups let his wife attend to the taproom and the toll-gate; -he himself was all day long in his workshop, when -not busy on his bit of land. Well, Geutruu (Gertrude) -was a handy woman, who helped him to provide for the -children, had a pleasant word for every one,—if there was a -cent to be earned anyhow,—but who let no one steal the -cheese off her bread.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_215'>215</span> -<img src='images/i_215.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“M. LE CURÉ.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_216'>216</span>In the evening there assembled at the “Sun” the “permanent -company”—the ex-burgomaster Kormann of -Haffert, the surveyor Hommels, Spinwek the baker, and -one or two other gentlemen from the town, who would sit -playing at cards, sometimes till eleven, and frequently asked -the landlord to take a hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Besides the field, the carpenter’s trade, the toll-gate, and -the usual custom of the inn, there was another great annual -source of income, the Haffert kermis (fair) at St Rochustide -in August, when the burghers with their wives and -daughters, and the young men from the city, streamed to -the village for three days following. And the man who did -not put up at the “Sun” had not been at the Haffert kermis.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If on these occasions Knoups did not, taking one day -with another, tap his six casks of beer per day, he had -every reason to shake his head, pass his thumb over his -forefinger as though he had been counting money, drop his -under-lip, and sigh:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s bad times with people, ... they’re short of money.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Knoups,” Hommels had sometimes said to him, “you -ought to have dance-music at St Rochus. Then you might -tap ten casks in a day, or even twelve.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups looked serious, pulled somewhat harder at his -pipe, considered for a moment, and replied:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thirty casks! ... it would be a good deal.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Next year, having used up twenty casks in the three days, -he said to Geutruu:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wife, we must have the dancing next year.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You know best, I suppose,” said Geutruu; “every cask -counts. But what will the Pastoor say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Whereto Knoups replied:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, every one ought to know what he’s about, and I -have to think of the children.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_217'>217</span> -<img src='images/i_217.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“THEIR EVENING GLASS OF BEER AT THE ‘SUN.’”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_218'>218</span>Next year there was music and dancing at the “Sun,” -and some forty-two casks of beer were tapped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups and Geutruu laughed in their sleeves.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All the same, it had been a frightful moment for them, -when they sat side by side at early mass, and the Curé had -preached against dancing, and hinted at the risks run as -regards the next world by those who took part in such -amusements. Geutruu did not know where to hide her -head for shame, and kept bending lower and lower over her -prayer-book. Mathis cast a furious glance at the preacher, -but the latter stared at the couple till the whole congregation -had turned their eyes in their direction; and Mathis himself -at last, fiery red at one moment and deadly pale the next, -cast down his eyes and bowed his head.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But now that he and Geutruu were home again, and -counting the Brabant and Prussian cents—the groschen, -half-francs, and <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">couranten</span></i>—which went to make up the payment -for forty-two casks of beer, he exploded with laughter, -and said, pointing to the money:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Geutruu, the Curé may give us another sermon for that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Well, the people from the town had never troubled their -heads about the Curé of Haffert’s preaching, and the peasants -said, “If the burghers dance, why should we keep away?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>When All Saints’ Day came, Mathis and Geutruu went -to confession as usual.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If he speaks about the dancing, we’ll say that we don’t -know yet what we’re going to do next year,” said Mathis at -the church door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, it was not so easy to get absolution. The Curé -was terribly angry, and the confession lasted more than half-an-hour; -however, for this once, his reverence at last showed -himself willing to lean to the side of mercy.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But,” he added, “if you let the devil loose in my parish -again next year, I can do nothing more for you.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_219'>219</span> -<img src='images/i_219.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“THE CURÉ MAY GIVE US ANOTHER SERMON FOR THAT.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_220'>220</span>At Christmas, Easter, and Ascensiontide they again went -to confession, but on none of these occasions was anything -said about dancing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the beginning of August, a fortnight before St Roch’s -Day, Mathis said to his wife:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Wife, we must have the dancing again.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You know best,” answered Geutruu, as before; “but -what will M. le Curé say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>To which he gave the same answer as last year.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And there was dancing at the “Sun.” The Curé preached -with all his might, but the townspeople went first and the -peasants followed, and no less than forty-five casks of beer -were consumed at the “Sun.” Such a thing had not happened -anywhere in the neighbourhood within the memory -of man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But, alas! for the following All Saints’ Day. As soon as -the Curé caught sight of Mathis Knoups through the grating -of the confessional, he closed the slide in his face. Geutruu -received absolution, after many entreaties and arguments, -because she could plead that she had warned her husband.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s his own business,” said Mathis; “every one -must know what he is about.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Henceforth Knoups went to confession only once a year—at -Easter.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Once is a man’s duty,” said he; “but to be turned -away four times in the year is only mere waste of time and -trouble.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Again the wicket was shut in his face. Hommels, in the -tavern parlour that evening, laughed over it, and said:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, M. le Curé keeps you all in order like a flock of -sheep.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups smiled, and replied, shortly:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The stayer wins. We shall see who’ll hold out longest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>These strained relations between Knoups and the Curé -lasted some four or five years, and then another incident -occurred.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_221'>221</span>Hubertienke, Knoups’ eldest girl, was now nine, and went -to school at Haffert. The master said that she was one of -the cleverest and best-behaved children that had ever come -under his care. And now that she went twice a week to -M. le Chapelain’s “Christian doctrine” class, it was quite -likely that next St Rochus’ Day she would walk with the -other children as a “little bride” in the procession, and -carry a little flag, a shepherd’s crook, perhaps even a cornucopia, -or a great crimson heart with gold flames. The child -had talked and dreamed of this possibility for a whole year -or so, and Geutruu had had a little white dress and white -satin shoes made for her in town, and bought a wreath of -May-blossom from the milliner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But Geutruu and her little daughter had reckoned without -their host—that is to say, without the Curé. Two days -before St Rochus, his reverence had sent for Vrouw Knoups, -and asked her whether Mathis was going to have the dance-music -again. Whereupon, embarrassed and confused, she -had answered, “I think so, M. le Curé.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then Hubertine can’t walk in the procession,” was the -Curé’s verdict. “If the father doesn’t keep his Easter, the -child can’t be a ‘little bride.’”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Geutruu came home with the tears in her eyes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Bad luck to the whole thing!” raged Mathis. “Geutruu, -you dress the child properly, and take her to the -church. We’ll see what the Curé does then.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wife did as he had said—dressed the child in the -white frock, put on the satin shoes, and fastened the wreath -into her hair. Then she went with Hubertienke to high -mass, and when the procession started Hubertienke took -her place with the other children of the “catechising.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Scarcely however had the procession got out of the -church, and reached the market-place, when the Curé entered -the ranks of the “little brides,” took Hubertienke by the -hand, and made the child take her place behind the file of -school children who did not yet come to “Christian -doctrine,” and were posted a long way in advance at the -head of the procession, in their black or dark blue Sunday -frocks.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_222'>222</span> -<img src='images/i_222.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“DRESSED THE CHILD IN THE WHITE FROCK.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_223'>223</span>All this was clearly seen by Mathis Knoups, standing -among the crowd of spectators. He rushed up, looking -daggers, fetched his child out of the procession, and, grinding -his teeth, made his way homewards with Hubertienke.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He could scarcely eat his dinner for the next three days.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When Hommels began touching on the occurrence in the -evening, Mathis cried, his lips trembling:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Fine religion that! As he can’t be revenged on me, he -wreaks his spite on my child! If that’s our religion, I’d -rather not have no more religion at all!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>From that day forth the publican-carpenter went neither -to church nor to confession, not even at Easter, and was in -the eyes of every one “a downright liberal.” At the -elections, he filled in his voting ticket with his own name. -When Hommels abused the Curé, and scoffed at religion, -then Knoups laughed till he shook all over. And when the -ex-burgomaster Kormann exhorted him to return to the -bosom of Holy Church, Mathis would answer:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Paja!</em> the whole business isn’t worth a cent!” or, -“Mind your own business, and let me attend to mine—every -one ought to know what he’s about!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>That every one ought to know his own business best, he -maintained with equal consistency when Geutruu went with -Hubertienke and the other children to church on Sundays. -Hommels, indeed, laughed at this curious compromise -between man and wife; but Geutruu would reply, when -teased on the subject:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I can’t bring up the children like heathen savages, -can I?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The breach between Mathis Knoups and the Church had -lasted quite three years, when, one baking day in July, the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_224'>224</span>lightning struck Haffert church, and the whole roof was -burnt off.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups looked important and thoughtful, as he remarked:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I should like to know who’s going to put the new roof -on?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, I suppose the Curé will somehow beg the money -for it!” said Hommels, who did not exactly see the connection.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The thought of the new roof pursued Mathis night and -day. He knew very well how <em>he</em> would do it—he had some -choice timber lying by that would just do—he trimmed the -rafters—he made all sorts of calculations, and was able to -tell his guests to a cent that evening how much the new -roof ought to cost—not an <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">oortje</span></i><a id='r24' /><a href='#f24' class='c010'><sup>[24]</sup></a> more. But, when talking to -his wife alone, he said, half vexed and half sad:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Curé is sure to take care to get another builder into -Haffert this time!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A week before St Rochus, Knoups went to the brewer in -the town to order the <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">kermis</span></i> beer for the dancing-tent as -usual. There was no brewery at Haffert, or Knoups would -certainly not have gone outside the village.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have nothing but new beer for you, Master Knoups,” -said the brewer; “you will find there’s going to be sharp -competition this year.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How so?” asked Knoups.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, you know, don’t you, that Stamel-Joob has rented -the piece of land just opposite your house, on the other side -of the Haffert road?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups nodded an affirmative.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Stammering Joob is going into partnership with Crippled -Manes, and they mean to get a big dancing-tent over from -Prussia, and set it up there.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The landlord of the “Sun” stared at the brewer with all -<span class='pageno' id='Page_225'>225</span>his eyes. He was vainly seeking for arguments to combat -his own inner conviction that Stammering Joob the never-sober -host of the “City of Algiers,” and Crippled Manes the -recruiting-sergeant, who also did a good business as a kind -of broker in procuring substitutes for unwilling conscripts, -were two dangerous opponents, and capable of anything.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where should they get the money from?” he suddenly -exclaimed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The brewer shrugged his shoulders.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mathis became lost in thought for some minutes, and at -last whispered, looking at his purveyor with flashing eyes,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you think the Curé of Haffert could be mixed up in -this?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Once more the brewer shrugged his shoulders.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All that I know,” said he, “is that Stammering Joob and -Crippled Manes have ordered sixty casks of beer of me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mathis ordered only twenty casks for the present, and -returned home with a long face.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Two days before St Rochus, three great Prussian freight-waggons, -laden with planks and battens and canvas, passed -through Haffert, and stopped at the Schei, right opposite the -“Sun” inn. A moment after, Crippled Manes was seen -hobbling up from another direction, with an old police-cap -on his head, and followed by a number of schoolboys and -loafers from the town, where the rumour of the arrival of -the “foreign dancing-tent” had already spread. A large -number of hands went to work at once; timbers were -unloaded, posts set up, canvas spread out; and in the middle -of all the bustle the lame recruiting-sergeant moved about -with his bottle of Hollands, encouraging the workmen, -and sometimes garnishing the offered glass with some such -facetious remark as, “To the health of M. le Curé of -Haffert;” or, “To the health of Mathis Knoups, our -neighbour!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>However, Mathis Knoups, who, with compressed lips, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_226'>226</span>stood on the watch behind the door of his workshop, -could not hear what he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But all this was nothing to the commotion which was -caused on the following day—the Eve of St Rochus—in -Haffert and on the Schei, by the arrival of twelve Prussian -musicians, in faded light-green coats, sky-blue caps, and -all sorts of brass instruments,—one or two of them of -such a size that they curled all round the blower like serpents. -They marched through Haffert playing all the way, -drew up in a line before the dancing-tent, which was decked -with flags and pennons, and then entered the town, accompanied -by Crippled Manes, who now, armed with a big stick, -marched in front, and acted the part of drum-major.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All through the night Mathis could still hear the shrill -sound of the clarionet and the booming of the great bass -instruments.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No need to ask whether Haffert <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">kermis</span></i> was crowded! -Everybody went to dance in the Prussian tent. The brewer -had to go over twice a day with fresh supplies; and when -Knoups came to complain to him, on the third day, that he -had only tapped eight casks, it was resolved to cart eight -casks away from the “Sun” to the tent over the way.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course,” laughed Manes, “neighbours ought to help -each other!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>When, two days later, the three heavily-laden waggons -had rumbled off over the Prussian frontier, and Stammering -Joob and Crippled Manes were marching away to the town, -arm in arm, and not very sober, the latter turned back and -shouted:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-bye, Master Knoups! next year we’ll be neighbours -again, for a time!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Low riff-raff, that come to steal the bread out of a man’s -mouth!” said Knoups—who had heard it this time—to -Geutruu. “Well, <em>that</em> article’s spoilt for good and all; I shall -have to put all my strength into my own trade!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_227'>227</span>The following week, a notice, posted up on the Haffert -Raadhuis, announced to all and sundry that tenders for the -new roofing of the church were to be sent in to the authorities -by that day fortnight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s no good <em>my</em> sending in a paper,” thought Mathis; -“the Curé and the burgomaster are all in the same boat, -and the Curé will take good care I don’t get the contract.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It may be supposed, therefore, that he looked amazed -when Geutruu, returning from the town one rainy afternoon, -stood still, right in front of him, and said:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now I’m going to tell you something! You’ll have -to send in your paper for the church roof!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I!—for the roof!” cried Mathis.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You, for the roof!” repeated Geutruu. “Just listen -now. I had just got outside the gate when it began to rain. -I was going to turn my skirt up over my head, when somebody -came running after me, and called out, ‘Vrouw -Knoups! Vrouw Knoups!’ I turned round, and who should -it be but M. le Curé’s sister, Joffer Marianneke. ‘Come -along under my umbrella,’ says she, ‘and I’ll walk home with -you!’ I said, ‘Too much honour, Joffer Marianneke,’ and -‘Thank you, Joffer Marianneke,’—but it was no use, I had -to come along under her umbrella. And then she told me -that M. le Curé quite expects you to send in your paper for -the contract, and that it grieves him so much that there should -be a black sheep in the congregation; and she is coming -next week to drink coffee with us. And what do you say -now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups listened, astonished, and at the same time -excited.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“H’m!” he said then, “... we must just think over -that ... one ought to know what one is about!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was a very busy day for Geutruu, when Mam’selle -Marianne, the Curé’s sister, came to coffee. She had baked -special cakes—<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">vlaai</span></i> and <em>krintemik</em>; and, when her guest -<span class='pageno' id='Page_228'>228</span>had arrived, she went herself to fetch Mathis out of his -workshop. Mathis laid aside his apron, wiped his forehead -with it, and followed his wife indoors.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Serviteur</span></i>, Joffer Marianneke,” said he, accomplishing -with some difficulty an awkward kind of bow.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ve just looked in to see how you are getting on, -Master Knoups,” said the Curé’s sister, taking a bite at her -slice of currant-loaf.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very kind, I’m sure, Joffer Marianneke! and I wish you -a good appetite!” replied Knoups.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“To-morrow M. le Curé is going round with the alms-bag, -Master Knoups, for the new roof to the church. Are -you going to give something too?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“H’m, h’m! If M. le Curé does not pass my door, we’ll -see what we shall do, Joffer Marianneke!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Next day came M. le Curé with the alms-bag.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Master Knoups, I am going to <em>all</em> our parishioners.” -He emphasised the “all.” “Will you contribute something -towards the new roof for the church?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now that Knoups was standing before his enemy, it -seemed as though something boiled up in him,—as though -he would have to say something quite different from what -he had thought out beforehand,—and yet there was such a -tightness at his throat that he could not bring out a word.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He kept his eyes fixed on the priest, made one or two -great efforts to swallow the lump in his throat, and at length -burst out, clinching his fist convulsively:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“M. le Curé, why did you revenge yourself on my child -for the grudge you had against me?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And at the last words he struck his clinched hand against -his chest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Chut! chut!</span></i> Master Knoups,” said the Curé, with a -deprecating wave of the hand; “I have duties to fulfil,—and, -after all, you had been warned.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you had said publicly, in the pulpit, Master Knoups -<span class='pageno' id='Page_229'>229</span>is a heretic,—if you had turned me out of your church, -some Sunday, in the middle of high mass, I could forgive -it; but ... my child....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come, come, Knoups, don’t go dragging drowned cows -out of the ditch,—think of the new church roof. You’re a -carpenter, and if I meant ill towards you I would not have -come to you with the alms-bag.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>These words soothed Knoups somewhat. He silently -offered the Curé a chair, and sat down opposite him. Then -he put his hand under his blue blouse into his jacket -pocket, took out a paper, unfolded it, and laid it before the -priest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“M. le Curé,” he said, “here is my tender for the contract -If the work is given to me, I will deduct twenty -gulden from the sum, as my contribution to the roof.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And then, Knoups, and then?” asked the Curé, in a -tone of serious admonition.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How do you mean, M. le Curé?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you going to have the dancing again?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“M. le Curé,” answered Knoups, “I am quite willing to -live in peace and friendship with every one; but I ought to -be allowed to earn a few stivers when I want them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And do you think, Knoups, that this dancing business -is all profit? Do you know that people of position are shy -of your house for that very reason? Why do the professors -from St Aloysius’ College, and all their students,—and the -Christian Brothers, and all their schoolboys—why do they -always pass the ‘Sun’ by? You have a good head for -reckoning, I’ve often heard, Master Knoups. Did you ever -figure out what it would come to in a year if two hundred -young fellows were to come every week, or say every fortnight, -to have a glass of beer?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups’ whole face shone with excitement.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, one could lay out a skittle-ground with that!” he -cried.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_230'>230</span>“Well, are you going to repent of your ways, and come -to church again, Knoups?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Would you give me absolution if I did?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you had no more dancing—why, there would be no -further reason for refusing it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups sat still, and thought for a little. Then he took his -broad carpenter’s pencil, wrote on the paper, “<em>less twenty -gulden for the roof</em>,” and said:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll see, M. le Curé, we’ll see. And, after all, I’m not -the worst.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The same evening, in the “Sun,” Hommels was talking -about the elections.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pooh!” cried he, “convictions! I hate the sound of -the word. Money is all they care about, or the honour of -sitting in the council and having their say in everything!... -There you have the burgomaster Driemans; he has -been liberal three times, and clerical three times, and every -time he got in!... and the <em>rentier</em>, Lankmans, formerly -president of a dramatic society, who ate meat on Fridays, -chosen as a defender of the Faith!... and our deputy, -Judge Stechelmans, who formerly, when he was a school -inspector, cursed and swore when he found a crucifix hanging -in a school, he too is a pillar of the Church! And the -priests know all that very well, but what do they care? such -men are of use to them, and that’s enough!... <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">Sufficit</span></i>, you -know!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So, so,” said Knoups, in a naïvely satirical tone, half -shutting his eyes, “is that what they mean by politics,—a -question of money?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Knoups sent in his tender for the contract for the new -church roof. There was indeed an offer made at a lower -figure by a builder in the town, but the Curé and the burgomaster -said that Knoups had the best timber on hand—even -though it had been bought with the proceeds of the dancing, -as Knoups said—and gave the contract to him. Knoups -<span class='pageno' id='Page_231'>231</span>turned his dancing-floor into a skittle-ground, went to confession -on All Saints’ Day, and got his absolution all right.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Since that time Mathis Knoups has become a Catholic -again. Hommels does not frequent the “Sun” now.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“One can’t put one’s foot down there without tumbling -over a professor from the College, or one of the Christian -Brothers’ boys,” he said. And when he makes his appearance, -now and then, to tease Mathis, and asks, “How do -you feel now, Mathis, as a New Catholic?” Mathis answers:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, you may laugh, Mynheer Hommels, but just wait -till you come to die—then you’ll be frightened too.... -And one must look after one’s soul,—isn’t it so, Geutruu?”<a id='r25' /><a href='#f25' class='c010'><sup>[25]</sup></a></p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Emile Seipgens.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_232'>232</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>NEWSPAPER HUMOUR.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='sc'>Otherwise Engaged.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Police-Magistrate</em>—“What insolence! to break into a -house, in a busy street, in the middle of the day!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Thief</em>—“I was already engaged for the evening.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Wedded Love.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Jan</em>—“Oh, Julie! how pleased I am to see you!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Julie</em>—“Is that true, Jan?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Jan</em>—“Yes, my little wife, my——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Julie</em>—“If we were out at sea, and I were to fall overboard, -what would you do?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Jan</em>—“First, I should see what time it was; then I should -inform the captain that there was some one overboard, and -ask whether the vessel could be stopped. When it was -stopped, I would have a boat let down, and row back to the -place where you had fallen into the water. It would be -quite easy to find, because I should have noticed the time -at which we were there, the rate we were going at, and the -direction the ship was taking. If you were still floating, it -would be all right; if you had sunk, we should have to wait -till bubbles——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Julie</em>—“Oh! you heartless scoundrel! You murderer! -I’ll never go anywhere with you!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>(And then she went to her mother and told her that Jan -was a fellow of uncommon sense and shrewdness, who could -not fail to make his fortune, &c. &c.)</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Tybaert de Kater.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Professor</em> (at Medical lecture)—“What would you do, if -you found the condition of the patient in this case had -become worse?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Student</em>—“I should thank Heaven I was not in his skin.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_233'>233</span> -<img src='images/i_233.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“OTHERWISE ENGAGED.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_234'>234</span><span class='sc'>On the Steam-Tram.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Hallo!—Conductor!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is it, sir?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why is the tram stopping here? There is no station—I -can only see one house.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, we’re stopping because Farmer Verschueren’s wife -wants to come to town.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish she’d make haste, then!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes—but she wants to take a dozen eggs to market, and -she has only eleven. The hen is on the nest, and as soon -as she has laid the egg we are going on.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Tybaert.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A lawyer had had his photograph taken. He was wearing -his morning coat, and had his hands in the pockets.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is it not a good likeness?” asked the photographer, -showing it to one of his friends.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Speaking—as far as the face is concerned; but, for the -rest, there is something wrong about it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A lawyer never puts his hands in <em>his own</em> pockets.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>At the Chemistry Class.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“What is found in salt-water besides the chloride of -iodine we have just been speaking of?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Youngest Pupil</em>—“Herrings, sir.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Overheard in the Street.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-morning, William. Why! how changed you -are!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t be offended—but my name is not William!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, now!—he has changed even his very name!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_235'>235</span> -<img src='images/i_235.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Bonifacius,” said Madame Snobs, “the way you are -taking to drink is disgraceful! You didn’t come home till -nearly morning, and now you want to go out again before -dinner-time! You ought to be ashamed of yourself. If I -was a man like that, I would drop into the ground for -shame!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You are quite right, wife,” said Snobs; “just give me -the key of the cellar.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_236'>236</span>Snobs was for some time Justice of the Peace at Bommerskonten, -and is now Mayor of that village. The first -time he celebrated a marriage there, he asked the bride—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you take Kobe Kullemans, who is standing beside -you, for your husband?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir,” replied the bride.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prisoner at the bar,” continued Snobs, “what have you -to say in your defence?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snobs</em>—“What clever answers that fellow Snugger can give, -to be sure, when one asks him anything!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Madame Snobs</em>—“Why—I have never noticed that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snobs</em>—“Indeed it is so. Yesterday I asked him if he -would lend me twenty francs. He did not say either yes or -no, but he asked me if I thought he was mad.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Practical.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“John,” said the lady of the house to the new man-servant, -who had several times startled her by falling into -the room like a bombshell, “when you come in, you must -knock first, and wait till you hear some one say, ‘Come -in.’”</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the lady and her husband are seated at dinner, -John comes up to the door, opens it just wide enough to -put his head through, draws back, shuts the door, and -knocks.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come in!” cries the mistress, in amazement. “Didn’t -you understand me? You were to knock, and then wait -till I said, ‘Come in,’—instead of that, you peep round the -door first. What do you mean by it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, I had to see if there was any one in the room to -tell me to come in!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>Uilenspiegel.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_237'>237</span><span class='sc'>Jewish Courtship.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Rachel</em>—“But, Moses lad, you say you are so fond of me—would -you really go through the fire for me?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Moses</em>—“Of course, Rachel, darling—that is to say, if I -was well insured.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_237.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“JEWISH COURTSHIP.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Mother Spons</em>—“What do I see, Mother Snaps!—you -look quite well to-day, and yet I was told you could not get -out of your bed.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Mother Snaps</em>—“Well—and no more I can,—for as soon -as ever I get up, that husband of mine will carry it straight -to the pawnbroker’s!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_238'>238</span>“Who wrote the Psalms?” asked Pater Dodd, somewhat -sharply, of his class. All were silent, and the good priest -repeated the question.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It was not I, sir,” responded Janneke Snobs, beginning -to cry.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I ask you who wrote them!” repeated the priest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir,” said Janneke, heroically, at last, “I did it, but -I’ll never do it again, as long as I live!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>At School.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The master is explaining the arithmetical operation of -subtraction:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now, Jantje, if your mother gives you five slices of -bread and butter, and you eat two, how many will you have -left?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mother never gives me so many, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, then, if you have five marbles in your pocket, and -take out two, how many will there be left in it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“None at all, sir,—there’s a hole in my pocket.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>A.</em>—“Our business is so extensive that we have to keep a -man on purpose to thrash the apprentices, and he’s at it all -day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>B.</em>—“That’s nothing to ours! Our establishment is so -immense that we have to keep St Bernard dogs in the -corridors to look for the customers who lose themselves -there!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>A man who had repeatedly called on a nobleman to -obtain payment of a debt, was refused access by the well-drilled -footman, in the words, “The Baron does not receive -to-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That is all the same to me,” replied the creditor; “I -don’t care,—as long as he will <em>give</em>.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_239'>239</span><span class='sc'>At a Restaurant.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger</em> (<em>who has been waiting over an hour for his beefsteak</em>)—“Look -here, waiter, are you the same that put this -plate on the table?”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_239.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Waiter</em>—“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger</em>—“Heavens! you’ve grown out of all knowledge -since then!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_240'>240</span><span class='sc'>A Pleasant Trade.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>A small boy goes howling along the street. Our friend -Snobs accosts him with, “What is the matter, my little -man?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Boy howls.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Where do you live?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Boy howls still.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is your father’s name?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>More howling.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is your mother’s name?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Still more.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What does your father do?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Beats mother. Ow! ow! ow!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Disconsolate.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Kind-hearted Farmer’s Wife</em>—“Pietje, my boy, what’s the -matter?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pietje</em> (<em>howling</em>)—“Can’t eat any more apples.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, put them in your pockets, can’t you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! oh! oh! My pockets are full! Oh! oh! oh! -oh!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em>—“But why in the world did you go so far to steal -wine, when you might easily have got it in your master’s -cellar?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Prisoner</em>—“I knew my master’s wine too well to steal even -one bottle of it.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Allemansvriend.</span></i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Judge</em> (to convicted thief)—“You seem to understand your -business.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Prisoner</em>—“Yes, my lord, and if you could steal as well as -I, you wouldn’t care to sit on the bench any longer.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Vlaamsche Illustratie.</span></cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_241'>241</span><span class='sc'>In the Confessional.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Boy</em>—“Rev. Father, I have stolen twenty-five yards of -stuff from farmer Klaas.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_241.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Priest</em>—“Oh! that is very bad.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Boy</em>—“Yes; mother said it was bad, when she saw it, but -still she thought it would do to make sacks of.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Allemansvriend.</span></i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_242'>242</span>Never estimate a man’s value according to the silk -umbrella he carries; he has probably left a cotton one somewhere -in place of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>We are all ready to set up as moral physicians, and each -of us can give his advice; but a University diploma is necessary -before you can cure a child of the stomach-ache.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Many a man who says that he works like a barge-horse, -is probably thinking of the time when the barge-horse is -standing in the stall eating oats.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A word is enough for the wise. This is probably the -reason why an advocate has to plead for half a day before a -jury.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Kobe Snullemans was about to be married, but he had -only two francs, and the priest asked a fee of twenty.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! your reverence!” said Kobe, “just marry me a -little then, as much as you can for two francs!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Tybaert.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Janneke Snobs</em>—“Mamma, how do the niggers on the -Congo know when it is Sunday? they have no clean shirts -to put on.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Conductor</em> (to his clerk)—“Did you give the hundred -francs to the chairman of the Board of Works?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clerk</em>—“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Con.</em>—“What sort of a face did he make?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clerk</em>—“He looked very much offended.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Con.</em>—“Didn’t he say anything?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clerk</em>—“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Con.</em>—“What did he say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clerk</em>—“That you and I ought to go to jail!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Con.</em>—“And what did he do then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clerk</em>—“He took the money.”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>Uilenspiegel.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_243'>243</span><span class='sc'>Unnecessary.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Kapblok, the butcher’s man, is running, knife in hand, -after Snugger’s dog, who has stolen a piece of meat out of -his shop.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger</em>—“Kapblok, where are you running to with that -knife?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Kapblok</em>—“Don’t you see the beast has got hold of a -piece of the best beef?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Snugger</em>—“Is that all? Just put your knife back again; -he never cuts his meat, he can worry it down well enough -without that.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/i_243.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“KAPBLOK, THE BUTCHER’S MAN.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Janneke Snobs</em> (on his grandfather’s birthday)—“Grandfather -dear, I have come to wish you many happy returns -of the day, and I hope you may live a long time this year!”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Tybaert.</em></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>In the Carnival.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Krelis, are you going to put on a mask?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>A Voice</em>—“If he would just wash himself for once, and -put on a clean collar, no one would know him.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_244'>244</span><span class='sc'>A Heart-Felt Petition.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>When Mané was still a minister, he was tolerably well -known as a henpecked man. In church, on one occasion, -he closed his extempore prayer with the following words:—“And -now, O Lord! we pray for the wives of preachers. -Some people think they are angels, but Thou, who knowest -the hearts, art well aware that....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>History does not record what took place between Mané -and his wife when he returned home that day.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Inspecting General</em> (to Private)—“Are you satisfied with -your rations?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Private</em>—“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>General</em>—“How about the meat? Does every one get -served alike? or does one get much and another little?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Private</em>—“No, sir; we all get very little.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Sentry</em>—“My good woman, what do you want with the -pillar-box? You’ve been standing there half-an-hour at -least.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Old Woman</em>—“Well, I don’t mind if I tell you, sir. I -put a letter in, and I’m waiting for the answer.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Tall Barrister</em>—“Not so fast, my friend. You know I -could easily put you in my pocket.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Short Ditto</em>—“If my learned brother were to do so, he -would have more law in his pocket than in his head.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>“Professor, I have come to express my gratitude. All -that I know, I owe to you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Professor</em>—“Come, come, friend, don’t mention it. <em>Such -a trifle</em> is really not worth remembering.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_245'>245</span> -<img src='images/i_245.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“INSPECTOR GENERAL: ‘ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOUR RATIONS?’”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_246'>246</span><span class='sc'>At the Hatter’s.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“What! you say this hat is thirty florins?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, sir; real Panama.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But I don’t see any holes in the top.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Holes, sir?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course; the man who is ass enough to pay as much -as that will want holes to let his ears through.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Lawyer</em>—“My friend, you are an ass!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Witness</em>—“Do you mean, sir, that I am your friend -because I am an ass? or that I am an ass because I am -your friend?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Waiter</em>—“Why, sir, there was a gentleman here last -week painting this very place.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Painter</em> (absently)—“Yes. Was he an artist?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Waiter</em>—“An artist? No, sir; he was a <em>very respectable -man</em>.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>The Uncle</em> (from whom one has expectations)—“My -dearest boy, I have thought over the matter for some time, -but I really cannot give you the sum you want. I never -depart from my principles, and one of them is, not to -undress before I go to bed.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nephew</em> (constrainedly)—“Very sorry, very sorry, indeed.... -(With an effusive grasp of the hand.) Good-night, -uncle! <span class='sc'>Good-night!</span>”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>On a River Steamer.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Gentleman</em> (first-class)—“Captain, I say! this is an unpardonable -want of delicacy. Can’t you direct this cursed -smoke towards the <em>second-class passengers</em>?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_247'>247</span><span class='sc'>The Next Regiment.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Country Lass</em>—“Soldier, may I give you this pound of -tobacco to take to my cousin Jan? He’s in the 3rd, and I -see you’re in the 2nd; so you’re just next to him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Soldier</em>—“With pleasure, lass; give it here. I’ll see that -he don’t have anything to pay for carriage.” (He rides away, -in a state of total indifference to Cousin Jan, and all that -concerns him. Jan’s cousin goes home, happy in the -thought that he is going to get his tobacco so cheaply.)</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Very Select.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Do tell me, Baron, is there not a very clever surgeon -living in the village near your castle?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am told so, madam, but ... you understand ... -a country practitioner like that ... I cannot put any -confidence in him.... I only have him sent for when one -of the servants is ill.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Shopkeeper</em> (catching boy with both hands in the till)—“You -young scoundrel, what do you want there?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Boy</em>—“I ... I ... I’m looking for my cap.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Shopkeeper</em>—“It’s on your head all the time, gallows-bird.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Boy</em>—“On my head? Oh, no! you’re out there. That’s -not my cap; that’s one I borrowed till I could find my -own.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>An Incorruptible Official.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Suitor</em> (from the country)—“Sir, here is a bit of a ham, -home-cured, just to thank you for——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Official</em>—“What? Idiot! rascal! Do you think a sworn -civil servant is going to let himself be bribed? Hand over -the ham at once! Hand it over, I say! And now out with -you! There’s the door! Out you go! March!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_248'>248</span>Silent reflections of a member of the dangerous classes.—“It’s -mighty queer; this makes five times I’ve been had -up for stealing, and each time they’ve let me off.... -Hanged if I understand it; but it does seem as if they meant -me to go on!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>College Porter</em>—“Yes, sir; our late colleague was one -who always discharged the duties of his office with the -greatest zeal. And now he is dead, and has not left a cent -to pay for his funeral. We have therefore resolved to get -up a subscription; and I have taken the liberty of coming -to you, thinking you would contribute something towards so -worthy an object. We still want ten guilders.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Student</em> (in a voice trembling with emotion)—“Ten guilders ... I am deeply touched ... instead of ten I’ll give -you a hundred; but do please bury a few more college -porters with the money.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>On Parade.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Short Subaltern</em> (to tall recruit)—“Fellow, how dare you -have the impudence to look down on me like that? Come, -stand up straight—eyes right—look straight before you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Recruit</em>—“Good-bye, sir!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Short S.</em>—“Are you mad, you scoundrel?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Recruit</em>—“No, sir; but if I am to keep looking straight in -front of me, sir, I’d better say good-bye, sir, please sir, for -I’ll never see you again in my life, sir!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>Tenant</em>—“Gracious goodness! You have raised the rent -again ... and what for?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Landlord</em>—“What for?—you want to know what for? -Why, for one thing, there’s the new clock-tower and clock -right in front of your window. Do you think I intend to -make you a present of that?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_249'>249</span><em>Mistress</em> (giving out provisions for the kitchen)—“Don’t -you want any butter, Mie?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maid</em>—“No, thank you, Mevrouw. I belong to the Temperance -Society, and must not take anything <em>strong</em>.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>1st Soldier</em> (in the country)—“What are those things in -the field over there?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>2nd Soldier</em>—“Those are traps to catch moles.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>1st S.</em>—“That’s just one of your larks again! Just as -though the moles would be fools enough to go and get -caught in that little spot of ground, when there are acres of -fields all round.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>2nd S.</em>—“Well, how is it that, when the town is so big -and the cell at the police-station so small, you’re always in -it?”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>A Double Misfortune.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you not think it a deeply significant fact, Henri,” -said the poet to his friend, “that I was born on the same -day on which Goethe died?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Henri</em>—“Both events are cruel misfortunes to literature.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>Mrs A.’s housemaid has come round with a message:—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mistress’s compliments, and she would like to know if -you will come to spend to-morrow evening?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Mrs B.</em>—“Very pleased, I am sure.... Are there -more people coming?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Housemaid</em>—“I have them here on a list.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Mrs B.</em>—“Let me see.... Why, there are at least -thirty names here!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Housemaid</em>—“Yes, but most of them know that the -children have the chicken-pox, and mistress was reckoning -on that!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_250'>250</span><span class='sc'>At the Solicitor’s.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-morning, sir! May I ask you to advise me what -compensation is due when another person’s dog does damage -in any one’s house?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly, sir. The injured party is entitled to two -guilders compensation.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“May I ask you for that sum, then? It is your dog that -I have to complain of.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ah! Then it is your property that my dog has damaged? -Nothing can be fairer than that I should pay you the legal -compensation. Here are twenty cents.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Twenty cents!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. As thus:—</p> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Your claim is</td> - <td class='c023'>fl. 2  0  </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>My fee, for advice</td> - <td class='c023'>1 80  </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'> </td> - <td class='c023'><hr /></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c006'>Balance due to you</td> - <td class='c023'>0 20.”</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>A Slight Mistake.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>A man, who thought himself a scientist, gave a public -lecture on electricity. The hall was at first tolerably well -filled, but the audience were not long in finding out with -whom they had to do, and began to go out one by one. -At last only one man remained, who listened with the -greatest attention, and thus encouraged the lecturer to continue. -At the end of half-an-hour he interrupted himself, -and said politely—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I beg your pardon, sir, but I hope I am not trespassing -on your kindness? I shall have finished in ten minutes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ten minutes! You can go on for another hour—or all -night, if you like—so long as you don’t forget that you -engaged me by the hour!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The unhappy man perceived too late that it was the -cabman who had driven him down to the lecture-hall.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_251'>251</span><em>Horseman</em> (passing window of farmhouse)—“I say, you -stupid lout, I want to know why you are always laughing -when I ride past?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Peasant</em>—“Why, sir, it is because you always happen to -ride past when I am laughing.”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'><em>A.</em>—“How are you, old fellow? Have you heard who -has got that situation in the Home Office that you were -trying for?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>B.</em>—“Some ass or other, I suppose, who doesn’t in the -least deserve it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>A.</em>—“Of that <em>you</em> should be the best judge; you are the -lucky man!”</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_252'>252</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE CANDIDATE.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>It is now full two years since Dominie Groshaus departed -this life. For forty years the worthy man had tended his -flock at Harder, without a thought of laying aside his staff, -and quite resolved to edify his congregation for another -ten years or so. But Death was not of the same opinion -as the deaf old gentleman. One fine morning he came -along, and gently took the staff out of the shepherd’s -hand.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Le roi est mort, vive le roi</span></i>,” now came true at Harder. -Scarcely had the grave closed over Dominie Groshaus, -when they began to think of choosing a new pastor. This -time it must be a liberal; that was plain as a pikestaff. -The Harder people wished to show that they could advance -with the times. But where to find him—that was the -question. The stipend was not large, and the number of -“advanced” candidates exceedingly small,—a bitter disappointment -for the Harder parishioners, for your farmer -knows no greater enjoyment than in listening to the trial -sermons of a “whole regiment” of candidates. As matters -stood, however, there was nothing for it but to cut their -coat according to their cloth, and six probationers were -accordingly invited to display their gifts. The Harder -people were not fortunate; for, behold, the last of the six -had already arrived, and been quartered at the schoolmaster’s, -and they had not yet found the right man! It will be -understood that they were waiting the last trial sermon in a -state of great excitement. No one’s heart, however, beat so -high as Mr Slop’s, for the last candidate pleased the schoolmaster -uncommonly well—yes, uncommonly. He had enjoyed -a most delightful evening in the young fellow’s -company. The conversation went as if on wheels. Tantalising -<span class='pageno' id='Page_253'>253</span>prospectives of instructive conversations, profitable -exchange of thought—of society such as he had often vainly -longed for—opened themselves to the master’s mental -vision. Therefore it was his most ardent wish that this -candidate should succeed. He was just considering what -he could do to promote his success, when the probationer -suddenly put a question to him point-blank.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can you tell me, sir, the reason why my friend Burgers -did not give satisfaction here?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! well—what can I say to you?—the man was the -victim of a stupid joke. His hair is, as I suppose you are -aware,...”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Red—yes, fiery red,” sighed the probationer, with a faint -smile. “Yes—that hair of his!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well,” pursued the schoolmaster, “on the day Mr -Burgers was preaching here, Jaap Stricker, a farmer, who is -known as the worst joker in the village, happened to be -sitting in the pew just behind the elders. When the young -man, who was certainly doing his best, rather raised his -voice at the end of his sermon, and at the same time threw -his arms out quickly, Jaap Stricker bent over to the burgomaster, -and whispered to him, ‘The fire is bursting out.’ -That joke, sir, was the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">coup de grâce</span></i>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Il n’y a pire que le ridicule</span></i>,” thought the probationer, -“even among these farmers.” And suddenly—as the -schoolmaster drew the little stove towards him in order to -light his pipe—there rose up before him the image of Hein -Burgers, the rejected, as he used to sit at students’ gatherings, -with his honest, jovial face, crowned—alas! with locks -of too brilliant a colour. He saw once more the gloomy Van -Overveen pretending, with his melancholy smile, to light his -cigar at Hein Burgers’ flaming head; he heard one and the -other call out, on finding that his pipe had gone out, “Just -pass Hein this way, will you?”...</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was just saying,” the schoolmaster continued, carefully -<span class='pageno' id='Page_254'>254</span>putting the cover on his pipe, after a vigorous pull or -two,—“I was saying that was the finishing touch. For even -if Mr Burgers’ hair had been black instead of red, the man’s -chance was gone. In the first place, he forgot, when he -entered the church, to salute the elders—ahem!—just nod -to them, you know!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Aha!” said the candidate, making a mental note of the -fact.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And, besides that, there was something in his sermon -the burgomaster did not like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Here the schoolmaster’s lips opened, and the pipe slid -into the corner of his mouth. His eyes wandered over the -ceiling, while he exhibited that vibration of the diaphragm -which, according to Darwin, is the symptom of suppressed -mirth.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pah!” ... he continued, after a pause, emitting a -thick cloud of smoke, under shelter of which his face came -back into its normal condition. “You must know that -there occurred in his sermon an allusion to Galileo. This -was what offended the burgomaster.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Galileo!” exclaimed the probationer, springing from his -seat. “Galileo! what earthly objection can the burgomaster -have to Galileo?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Much more than you think,” returned Mr Slop, with a -solemn countenance, but laughter in his eyes. “Much -more than you can conjecture. Our burgomaster has, along -with many good qualities, a weakness—a prejudice—what -shall I call it? The fact is, that he does not believe that -the earth turns round....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The shout of laughter emitted by his hearer reduced the -schoolmaster to silence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The two men looked at each other. The master laughed -too—the probationer’s mirth was infectious—but not so loud. -And while the young man continued to give free rein to his -emotions, Slop quietly groaned to himself.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_255'>255</span>“Could a man have done a more unlucky thing?” he -went on at last. “Why need he have dragged in Galileo -at all? As soon as I heard the name, I thought to myself, -‘There goes your chance, my dear young gentleman!’ And -if he had confined himself to mentioning the name, no harm -would have been done; but he did worse—he called Galileo’s -opponents narrow-minded people! And at last, as if to -complete the disaster, he uttered it as his settled conviction -that there was no one among his hearers who believed in -the stability of the earth. Then I could see that it was all -up with him, for the burgomaster flushed up, red as fire. -Moreover, he nodded twice, and looked at the preacher -with angry defiance.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Stop, sir! stop!” cried the candidate, holding his sides. -“But surely, then, your burgomaster—what’s the man’s -name?—Gorter—surely this Gorter is an original of the first -water?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He is indeed. Let us only hope that Galileo has not -brought the whole modern movement into discredit with -him. I sadly fear that such is the case. At any rate, sir, -you are warned. If he enters on the subject to-morrow—as -he is almost certain to do—keep a good look-out, and mind -you don’t fall into the snare.”</p> - -<p class='c011'>On the following morning the church was as full as it -could hold. The candidate gave particular satisfaction. -His delivery was more than satisfactory; his voice was as -clear as a bell. Such was the verdict of the parishioners. -Very well content, and with a great air of mystery, the -elders received the preacher at the end of the service. For -when the farmer has once made his choice, he takes good -care not to give the slightest hint of it—sly diplomat that he -is! The candidate was to dine at Burgomaster Gorter’s. -Aaltje, the good-natured, bashful, kindly wife of that dignitary, -had prepared ribs of pork. With heartfelt satisfaction -<span class='pageno' id='Page_256'>256</span>did the couple take note of the young man’s hearty appetite. -He did not require any pressing, and played as good -a knife and fork as if he had been at home. This pleased -the burgomaster well. A good appetite is usually the sign -of good health. Who would buy an unhealthy cow? And -what person in his senses would wish to possess an unhealthy -minister?</p> - -<p class='c009'>At the end of the repast, a walk in the orchard was proposed. -The burgomaster, pipe in mouth, stumped along in -his wooden shoes, solemn and dignified—a sphinx in a -peaked cap—beside his guest, and took him to see the pigs. -Then they slowly returned to the house, the farmer still preserving -an air of tremendous mystery.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last Mijnheer Gorter broke the ominous silence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I was very well-pleased with your discourse this morning,” -he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Were you, sir? I’m glad to hear that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They want a modern man in this place. Well—I’m -modern, too!” The burgomaster’s chin moved backwards -into his black silk neckcloth, while a smile of grim self-satisfaction -played about his lips. “I’m modern, and progressive -too,” he went on. “But there is one thing I can’t -get over. I don’t believe that the earth turns round. No one -can make a fool of me about that. Every morning when -I go out into the fields, I see it with my own eyes lying -perfectly still. Now that has nothing to do with modern -thought,—that turning round, I suppose,—has it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh!” replied the candidate, fairly driven into a corner, -“it certainly does have a little to do with it; but, after all, it’s -not the principal point. One may be a good and honest -and religious man, and yet be of opinion—I mean, believe—that -the earth stands still. St Paul, for example——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There you are!” roared the burgomaster, bringing his -hand vigorously down on his companion’s shoulder in the -fulness of his satisfaction.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_257'>257</span>And thus, through his well-timed consideration of the -burgomaster’s hobby, the sixth candidate was elected to the -parish of Harder.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>T. H. Hooijer.</span></div> - <div class='line in6'>(<cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">De Gids</span></cite>, 1881.)</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>EPIGRAMS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c024'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'>(<span class='sc'>Sneldichten.</span>)</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Tys was a painter—a doctor then he became,</div> - <div class='line'>And said to his friends, who murmured at the same,</div> - <div class='line'>“My faults as a painter, sure, every one could see,</div> - <div class='line'>But now my errors are underground, the better ’tis for me.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in18'><span class='sc'>Trop de Zèle.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Hans boasts he skated from Cologne</div> - <div class='line in4'>In one day to the Hague. “In one,”</div> - <div class='line'>His man confirms him, “true as you stand here—</div> - <div class='line'><em>But ’twas the longest day of all the year!</em>”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>’Twas asked, Which was the longest day?</div> - <div class='line'>My farmer friend, who would not stay</div> - <div class='line'>Till I had searched the calendar aright,</div> - <div class='line'>Said, “Why, sir, ’tis the one that has the shortest night.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Dirck once was given to language most profane;</div> - <div class='line'>I strove to turn him from his evil ways in vain.</div> - <div class='line'>After long years I was successful. How?</div> - <div class='line'>With this one word: “Tis not the mode in Paris now.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in20'><span class='sc'>To a Preacher.</span></div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Ye preach so long, good sir, that we the opening have forgot,</div> - <div class='line'>And therefore when ye reach the end, we understand it not.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_258'>258</span>Pete ran against me in the street one day,</div> - <div class='line'>Nor moved aside: “He would not yield the way</div> - <div class='line'>To every fool.” “I can—and do!” said I—</div> - <div class='line'>Stepped from the path, and let the fool pass by.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Old Father Jan did chide his son because he sleeping lay,</div> - <div class='line'>Instead of getting up to work at dawning of the day,</div> - <div class='line'>And told him how a certain boor, at daybreak in the field,</div> - <div class='line'>Had found his fallow ground a pot of gold did yield.</div> - <div class='line'>“Yes, father,” said young Jack, “’twas early, it may be,</div> - <div class='line'>But sure the man that lost the gold was earlier than he!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Jan will take where’er he can,</div> - <div class='line'>Out of purse and out of sack,</div> - <div class='line'>Out of cupboard, chest or pack,</div> - <div class='line'>Out of kettle, pot, and pan,—</div> - <div class='line'>Jan’s a very <em>taking</em> man.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>Clothes and Men.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The tailor’s shop for highest praise, say I,</div> - <div class='line'>With royal courts doth vie;</div> - <div class='line'>Best skill boast which of these two can?</div> - <div class='line'>There the man makes the clothes; here the clothes make the man.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Dirck went out once to buy a hat, ’tis known,</div> - <div class='line'>And sought to pay for it with words alone.</div> - <div class='line'>“Nay,” said the mercer, “I’ll not come to that,</div> - <div class='line'>To meet <em>you</em> and uncover to <em>my hat</em>!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>How can a miller be a thief?</div> - <div class='line'>Methinks the thing were past belief;</div> - <div class='line'>What use for gold or gear can find</div> - <div class='line'>The man who lives upon the wind?</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_259'>259</span><span class='sc'>Prudent Ignorance.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Peter knows nought, and will know nought;</div> - <div class='line in6'>I know the reason why:</div> - <div class='line in6'>He fears distress and injury,</div> - <div class='line'>And has not the old saw forgot—</div> - <div class='line'><em>What a man knows not hurts him not</em>.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='sc'>The Courtship of Jan and Griet.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“Well, is it ne’er to be?” said Jan;</div> - <div class='line'>“I’ve faithfully done all I can:</div> - <div class='line'>I’ve served you as a friend,” quo’ he,</div> - <div class='line'>“So long in all humility,</div> - <div class='line'>And serve you still!” “Tis true,” said she,</div> - <div class='line'>“And yet you will not serve for me!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A knight, a doctor, a new nobleman,</div> - <div class='line'>A duke, a count, to make of any man,</div> - <div class='line'>Is no great art, and this can princes do.</div> - <div class='line'>Would Heaven grant us but some princes, who</div> - <div class='line'>Could by authority of ring and seal,</div> - <div class='line'>With men of sense provide the commonweal!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“My parents,” Andrew said, “were drowned at sea,</div> - <div class='line'>Therefore no vessel, ship, or boat, for me!”</div> - <div class='line'>“My father and my mother,” Adrian said,</div> - <div class='line'>“Died in their beds: shall I not go to bed?”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Twelve men to try a crime is British use:—</div> - <div class='line'>A thief was asked his jury for to choose.</div> - <div class='line'>“The twelve apostles—honest men they be.”</div> - <div class='line'>Then said a man: “But those we shall not see</div> - <div class='line'>Before the day of judgment.” “Gentlemen,</div> - <div class='line'>I’ll gladly wait the trial until then.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Once poor, and kind of heart, thou’rt rich and greedy, Jan!</div> - <div class='line'>The touchstone proves the gold, the gold doth prove the man.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='c012'><span class='sc'>Constantijn Huygens</span>, 1596–1687.</div> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_260'>260</span>I met a kinsman of mine but now,</div> - <div class='line'>And asked him where he lived, and how?</div> - <div class='line'>“Like any prince,” so said my friend,</div> - <div class='line'>“I have enough to eat and drink, and debts without an end.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_260.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“I MET A KINSMAN OF MINE.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>Said Jan, twice wedded to a scolding wife,</div> - <div class='line'>“Church-going’s the great pleasure of my life;</div> - <div class='line'>’Tis strange and sweet to see a man, O rare!</div> - <div class='line'>Keep full five hundred women quiet there!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_261'>261</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE VILLAGE ON THE FRONTIER.</em><a id='r26' /><a href='#f26' class='c010'><sup>[26]</sup></a></h2> -</div> - -<h3 class='c025'>CHARACTERS.</h3> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Maria</span> (<em>Maid</em>).</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Michiel</span> (<em>Man-servant</em>).</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Nicolaas</span> (<em>Landlord and Burgomaster</em>).</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Lieutenant Edeling.</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Van Werve</span>, } (<em>Refugees</em>).</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Clara</span> (<em>his daughter</em>) }</div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Captain D’Eglantiers.</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Lieutenant Taelinck.</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Sergeant Pluckx.</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Corporal Nesteirs.</span></div> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Private Pessereau.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<h3 class='c020'><span class='sc'>Act I.</span></h3> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c002'> - <div><em>A Village Inn. Evening.</em> <span class='sc'>Michiel</span> <em>asleep in a chair</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>the maid—behind the scenes</em>). Michiel, where are -you? [<em>Entering.</em>] He is lazy enough for a member of the -Brussels Committee. Michiel, get up!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>awaking</em>). Well, what’s up now?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Wake up, at any rate! Isn’t it perfectly scandalous -to lie there, at seven o’clock in the evening, snoring like an ox?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Does that hurt any one?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Is there no work to do then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> That won’t amount to much. Travellers won’t -give us any trouble, it’s not worth their while to cross the -frontier just now; and the farmers have their money under -lock and key, and not a cent about them to take a dram -with.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Is there nothing else for you to do? Couldn’t you -take your rifle, in your spare time, and drill a little? Everybody -is drilling just now; there isn’t a child but can load at -twelve different rates. And you, of all others, ought to be -ready to give an account of yourself when the rebels come -<span class='pageno' id='Page_262'>262</span>to pay us a visit. People on the frontier, if no others, ought -to be always in readiness.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>(<em>Sings</em>) “Only with vigilance, powder, and ball,</div> - <div class='line in8'>In time of need, one can live at all</div> - <div class='line in14'>Upon the Belgian border.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Well! you’ve got hold of that sentiment by the -wrong end. Let me tell you the right way of it.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“He who would live in a border place</div> - <div class='line'>Must always exhibit a double face.</div> - <div class='line'>Let the Dutch army come—we’ll fly</div> - <div class='line'>Old Holland’s colours right merrily;</div> - <div class='line'>Let the Brabanters march this way,</div> - <div class='line'>And the Belgian flag goes up to-day,</div> - <div class='line in6'>And so in varying order.</div> - <div class='line in2'>Not by courage or powder and ball,</div> - <div class='line in2'>By cunning alone we can live at all</div> - <div class='line in6'>Upon the Belgian border!”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Do you know that you deserve to be hanged, with -such infamous principles as that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Why, it’s just to escape hanging that I want to put -them into practice, as our schoolmaster says.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Our schoolmaster used to say you were an -ignorant ass; but I see that at any rate you have remembered -something.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> He shall be sorry, one of these days, for having -spoken of me in that way. But, never mind that, I have a -good idea.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> A fine one, I expect!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Just listen. We cannot help it if one party or the -other wants to annex us; so we must try and keep friends -with both, and make each of them believe we are on their -side. Now, I’ve asked the house-painter for a couple of pots -of paint: there they are. You say I never carry anything -out; now you shall just see.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_263'>263</span><em>Maria.</em> Well—and then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Why, you see, the Orange flag is still on the -church tower?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Yes; and if you dare to touch it, I’ll scratch your -eyes out!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> My idea was to paint it with the Brabant colours -on the side towards Brabant. If the Dutch come from -the north—very good! they see the Orange flag. If the -Brabanters come from the south—very good too! they’ll -see their own colours.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, that’s a nice invention!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Isn’t it? I think they ought to give me a prize -out of the village treasury; for in this way I am saving every -one from embarrassment.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> But you’ve forgotten one thing!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Forgotten! What’s that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> When the wind changes, the Brabanters will see -Orange, and the Dutch the Brabant colours; and then, -perhaps, both of them will bombard the village, and you in -it—which would not be the worst loss of all.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> That’s true; I never thought of that. But, after -all, is there no contrivance to prevent that? With a rope, -for instance?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> You’re a nice politician! It doesn’t do to forget -that the wind may change. So leave politics alone for the -future, or I’ll tell the master what sort of fellow you are.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Would you go and tell tales, just because I have -a little more sense than the master? He will get us all into -trouble before he’s done, because he can’t give and take.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Then both of you taken together ought to make a -man after your own heart. If you ask any of the poor people -hereabouts, they will tell you whether or not he knows how -to give; and if you were in his place, you would certainly do -nothing but take.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Yes; having is having, but getting’s the trick! -<span class='pageno' id='Page_264'>264</span>Much good has the master done himself, with all his giving -away. Then you have the King; what numbers of people -he has helped out of his own pocket-money! And what has -he gained by it? Nothing! They are breaking his window-panes -with his own three-guilder pieces!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Would you follow the example of such ungrateful -wretches?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Just now the question is, What pays best? And if -we are ever to be man and wife, it will surely be necessary -to scrape a little money together first, if we want to live like -decent people.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> We man and wife! You may make your mind -easy on that point!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> It’s not to be? Very good—you’ll change your -mind some day, and come asking me on your bare knees -to make you my wife,—some day when I’m a great lord, -just like the man with the whale,<a id='r27' /><a href='#f27' class='c010'><sup>[27]</sup></a> who is now a general -among the Brabanters.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> If being a fool and a scoundrel is enough to give -a man high rank among the rebels, you will have plenty of -chances; but I won’t talk to you any more.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Have you anything more to say? Because, if -not, I’ll go to sleep again.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Nothing but this, that for the present, not being a -general as yet, you might go to Peter Kluisken’s and fetch the -pig that the master has bought.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> A nice little job! To tramp all that way at this -time of night, and in the direction of the Belgian sentinels, -too. Well, just you look out; if I meet them, I bring them -here—upon my word I will.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>alone</em>). The scoundrel! He is quite capable of -doing it. And <em>he</em> expects to marry me? Not if I know it.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><span class='pageno' id='Page_265'>265</span><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Nicolaas</span>, <em>the landlord, with a newspaper in his hand</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, sir, what’s the news?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Good news, my girl. A division of our brave -North Netherlanders is marching this way; perhaps they -may even pass through this village.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> That would be a pleasure. I wish some of them -would stay here, then the brigands, who yesterday were only -a few miles from this place, would never dare to show themselves.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> I think they will keep pretty quiet for the future.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Are there any more news in the paper, sir?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> H’m! h’m! not so fast, child. [<em>Glances over the -paper.</em>] They do not seem to have made up their minds -yet at Brussels whom they are going to have at the head of -the Government.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I can quite believe that; and I don’t think there -are many men very eager to undertake the management -of such a confused state of affairs.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> They may seek long enough, the ungrateful -hounds, before they find another ruler under whom they -will be as happy as they were under our good old King.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Any news besides, sir?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Do let me read in peace.... H’m! yes; they -are complaining of scarcity in all the Belgian towns.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Of course they are. They may hate the Dutch, -but they’ll find they can’t get on without Dutch money. -What other news is there?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> The Powers have resolved to keep to the non-intervention -system.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Non-intervention! what’s that? It must be a fine -thing whatever it is; every one is talking about it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Well, how can I best explain it? It means ... -not to meddle with other people’s affairs. For instance, if -your neighbour comes and asks you to help him because -<span class='pageno' id='Page_266'>266</span>his house is on fire, and you tell him to put it out himself, for -it’s no affair of yours,—that’s non-intervention. But listen ... I hear the sound of horses’ hoofs. Who can it be?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>A voice outside.</em> Does the burgomaster live here?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Coming!</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_266.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“JUST COME IN, LIEUTENANT.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>Maria (looking out). Lancers! lancers!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Edeling</span>, <em>with two lancers</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> I want to speak to the burgomaster. Does he -live here?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Just come in, Lieutenant. Come in, gentlemen, -I am very glad to see you. What will your honour take? -Maria, run to the cellar, there’s a good girl, and bring up a -bottle of the best.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit Maria.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_267'>267</span><em>Edeling.</em> Not for me, thanks; I don’t want anything. My -time is short, and so are my orders.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> I won’t listen to a word before the gentlemen -have had some refreshment.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span> <em>with wine</em>; <span class='sc'>Nicolaas</span> <em>opens bottle</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> I do not care for useless compliments. I am -commissioned to buy some cattle here, and bring them at -once to headquarters. How many head can you let me -have, and at what price, to be paid in cash at once?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> We will see. (<em>To Maria.</em>) Is Michiel back yet?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> He is only just gone out.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Then you will have to do the errand. Run at -once to Peter Slof and Cornelis de Ruyter, and ask them to -come here at once. I want to see them about a cattle -contract. Well, what are you dawdling for?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Because—because——[<em>Looks at the lancers.</em>] -I’m so glad! [<em>Runs out.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas</em> (<em>offering wine</em>). Come, just one glass!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> If you insist. (<em>Suspiciously.</em>) Are you not going -to drink too, Burgomaster? (<em>Drinks.</em>) What’s to pay?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Who’s talking about payment? Haven’t I even -a glass of wine to spare for our brave defenders?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Well, but you’re an innkeeper. Take these two -guilders and put them in your pocket, for it’s against orders -for us to get anything on credit.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> And I say I won’t have the money. I can be -obstinate enough, too, when I once begin. Take it, and -give it to the Government as a voluntary subscription on my -part. You don’t trust me, Lieutenant, and that grieves me -to the heart. I see I shall have to put on my Sunday coat; -perhaps that will give you more confidence. [<em>Fetches a coat, -with a medal on it, and puts it on. The lancers salute.</em>] Now, -do I look like a man who would betray you? I won that -at Waterloo.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Forgive me for suspecting you; but so many of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_268'>268</span>your class, especially on the frontier, have turned out traitors, -that suspicion has become a disagreeable duty. What is the -general feeling in this village?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Not what it ought to be. I fear that, if the rebels -were to arrive, there are those, here and there, who would -join them. It seems as though people were struck with -blindness; they want change at any price. They have let -themselves be persuaded that they will have no taxes to pay -under the Brabant Government. That’s the worst of the -people here; they are stupid, they don’t reason.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> They don’t know any better, I suppose. Do you -think your friends will be here soon?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Presently, I hope. Your honour seems to be in -a hurry. Is it far to headquarters?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> A couple of hours. We are to march again at -daybreak to-morrow. I am sorry we are not going farther, -for I fear we shall not meet any of the enemy. I would -willingly have paid them a visit.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> You are very eager for fighting.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Particularly so; for, besides my wish to do my -duty by my king and country, I have a private account to -settle with the gentlemen from the south. They are keeping -my bride a prisoner.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Your bride! I thought women, at least, would -have been respected.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Her father is a well-known soldier; when the -first disturbances broke out in the place where he was in -command, he gave orders to fire on the rebels. They never -forgave him, and when he had the misfortune to fall into -their hands they kept him in prison—his daughter refusing -to leave him.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Here come Peter Slof and Cornelis de Ruyter.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Very good! Shall we go to meet them, and -look at their beasts together?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_269'>269</span><em>Edeling.</em> Willingly. Thank you for doing the errand (<em>to -Maria</em>.), and here is something to remember the Lieutenant -by. [<em>Gives her money, and exit with Nicolaas.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>alone</em>). A guilder! Well, I’ll keep that as a remembrance. -A nice man that lieutenant! One can see he -comes from Holland. But who are these strangers coming -in so timidly?</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Van Werve</span> <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>Clara</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Can we get a night’s lodging here?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Please don’t take it ill of me, I must ask first -where your honour comes from? We can’t take any one in -for the night without first knowing who it is we are sheltering.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> I will answer your question to the Burgomaster. -Where does he live? and can I speak to him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> He lives here. The Burgomaster and the landlord -are the same person. The master will be home directly.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> Will you please tell us what province we are in?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> In North Brabant, Mejuffrouw.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> Thank Heaven! then you are safe, father!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Safe! Then you are refugees?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Clara!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> I was imprudent, father—forgive me. But I could -not control my joy at finding myself once more in our own -country, after all that we have gone through.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> I am not yet sure that we are safe here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> If we had anything to fear here, I feel sure, from -this girl’s honest face, that she would not betray us.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I betray you! I’d sooner die a thousand times -over. But come and sit down—you seem tired.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> It is true, we have been walking for a long time, -and I begin to feel it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> My dear child, what a difficult and anxious -journey you have exposed yourself to, to save your father. -(<em>To Maria.</em>) Yes, my good girl, I have been in prison,—my -<span class='pageno' id='Page_270'>270</span>daughter has succeeded in saving me, and it is to her -courage and devotion I owe it that we have been able to -pass the enemy’s outposts and reach this village.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> It’s lucky you just happened to come to-day. A -few Dutch soldiers arrived not long ago, who will be quite -ready to escort you to a safe place, if you prefer not to stay -here any longer.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> My comrades! Oh, where are they? Take -me to them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I will call them,—or—wait—I think I hear them -coming.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Edeling</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> What, alone, Lieutenant? Where are the rest?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> They have gone on with the oxen. I found I had -left my cloak here. But whom do I see?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> The voice seems familiar.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara</em> (<em>hastens to him</em>). Edeling!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Clara!—Mijnheer van Werve!...</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> So you’ve enlisted, Edeling? Well done, my -boy! That is what I should have expected of a true-born -Dutchman like yourself!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Your words remind me that I am no longer my -own master. I am expected every minute at the camp.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> Cannot we go with you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> I have only my horse; but perhaps there is a -conveyance of some sort to be had in the village.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Oh! three if you like. I will go at once to order -one.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Stop a moment, girl. I—alas!—I have no -money to pay for a conveyance.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Here is my purse—but I really must go.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve</em> (<em>putting back the purse</em>). I must not accept it. -I can never return it. I possess nothing now.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Nothing?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Not a cent. The little ready money we had -<span class='pageno' id='Page_271'>271</span>with us we have been obliged to spend on the road; and this -morning I had the misfortune, to leave behind——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> Well?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> My portmanteau, with my whole fortune in -it, at the village where we stopped for the night.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, portmanteau or no portmanteau, you will -have to drive, and I’m going to fetch the carriage.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> It was no carelessness on our part; the -pursuers were at our heels—we had no time to save anything -but ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> And isn’t it enough for me to see you safe, sir, -you and my Clara? Is not everything I have yours? Take -my purse. As soon as you can get a vehicle, follow me as -quickly as you can, for I must not delay one moment longer.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>, <em>hastily</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Save yourselves, for Heaven’s sake! save yourselves! -they’re coming!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Omnes.</em> Who? What? [<em>A noise outside.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> The brigands! Don’t you hear them? They’re -shouting, “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive de liberteyt!</span></i>”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling</em> (<em>draws his pistols</em>). The first who dares——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>seizes him by the arm</em>). Are you mad? What is the -good of your pistols against a whole band? Quick! out -at the back door. (<em>To Van Werve and Clara.</em>) And you—into -this room! I’ll come back to you in a minute.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> But if——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>pushes him out at a side door</em>). No buts! make haste!</p> - -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit Edeling.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Can’t we follow him?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Certainly not. He is a young fellow, and can take -care of himself. Three of you would arouse suspicion, and -perhaps lead to mischief if he tried to defend you. Just -come in here. [<em>Opens the door of a room on one side.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Clara.</em> We leave our fate in your hands.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exeunt Van Werve and Clara.</em></div> - -<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_272'>272</span><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Michiel</span>, <em>bringing with him a number of Belgian -volunteers, among whom Captain D’Eglantiers, -Lieutenant Taelinck, Sergeant Pluckx, Corporal -Nestiers, and Private Passereau. They speak the -broad Flemish or South Netherlands dialect, largely -interspersed with French words. On entering, all -of them, including Michiel, sing, to the air of -“La Dame Blanche”</em>—</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in4'>Victory! Victory!</div> - <div class='line in4'>The enemy’s away!</div> - <div class='line'>Who conquers through sheer bravery</div> - <div class='line'>But Old Brabant and liberty?</div> - <div class='line in4'>Victory! Victory!</div> - <div class='line in4'>Glory and loot to-day!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, they do look like lunatics; and there’s that -villain of a Michiel with them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>wiping his sword</em>). The victory is ours, -comrades! Our courage has repulsed the enemy, and -maintained the glory of our name. Lieutenant Taelinck, -see that none of the Hollanders escape who are hidden away -here, do you hear?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> I have seen to that, Captain. All the exits are -well guarded.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). The poor quarter-master! how will he -escape?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> What will the gentlemen please to take? Everything -in the house is at your service.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Just listen to the contemptible rascal?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>to Michiel</em>). You’re a fine fellow! Just let -the lass fetch a litre of wine from the cellar.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Do you hear? Fetch wine for the gentlemen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>treading on his toes as she goes out</em>). You villainous -traitor!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>to Michiel</em>). Do you live in the house?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_273'>273</span><em>Michiel.</em> I live here, Captain. (<em>Aside.</em>) I need not tell him -in what capacity.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> You are a brave <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">citoyen</span></i>! Without you, we -should never have found the way to this village so soon. I -think I might make you Burgomaster.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Indeed you couldn’t do better, Captain. I will -at once give orders to have the Brabant flag hoisted.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>He is about to leave the room.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> There’s no need of that. It’s <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">obscur</span></i> out of -doors, and one can’t very well distinguish the colours. But -I’ll tell you what to do. Go at once and fetch the notables -of the village, and tell them to come here to-morrow with -the first <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">lumière</span></i> to hold a meeting of the council. Corporal -Nestiers, go along with the Burgomaster, and whoever does -not come with you at once, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">de bonne volonté</span></i>, you must bring -him by force; for liberty must triumph.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>aside</em>). Michiel, Burgomaster!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>sits down</em>). I shall make my headquarters -here provisionally. Let’s see—what has to be done now?...</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>, <em>bringing wine</em>. <em>All sit down and drink.</em></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Ahem!—reports ... but who is to write -them? Lieutenant Taelinck, can you write?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> No, Captain.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Why are you a lieutenant then?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> But you can’t do it either, Captain—or read, for -that matter.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Silence! I’m a captain to give orders, not -to write. Sergeant Pluckx, can you write?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Not I—but there’s Private Passereau, he knows -how.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Passereau.</em> Plaît-il?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I’m asking if you can write.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Passereau.</em> <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Verdikke!</span></i><a id='r28' /><a href='#f28' class='c010'><sup>[28]</sup></a> eh?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_274'>274</span><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> If you can write—don’t you understand?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Passereau.</em> <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Je n’entends pas—verdikke!</span></i></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Verdikke</span></i> is the only word of Flemish that -Passereau knows.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> So he can’t write Flemish. (<em>To Maria.</em>) -Can you write, my girl?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> At your service, Captain.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> That’s curious! Sit down here, then, and -write as I dictate.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>sits down at the table—aside</em>). What an idea!... -Yes, I think it will do!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Write: Report....</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Nicolaas</span>, <span class='sc'>Nestiers</span>, <em>and two others</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nestiers.</em> Captain, here is a fellow who has been rebelling -against us.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Well—what has he been doing?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nestiers.</em> He forcibly resisted our entrance into an <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">écurie</span></i> -in which there was a lancer’s horse standing.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> And where was the lancer who sat on the -horse?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nestiers.</em> He is nowhere to be found.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Well—just look through the whole village -till you find him.</p> -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exeunt Nestiers and others.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>to Nicolaas</em>). Who are you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> I am the Burgomaster.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> The ex-burgomaster! I have put another -burgomaster in your place—do you understand? But if -you will make your <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">soumission</span></i> to the Committee, then, -perhaps....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Never!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What!—do you know that I can have you -<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">fusillé</span></i>?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> So you may, if you like!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What do you say? Stop where you are—I -<span class='pageno' id='Page_275'>275</span>shall have a word to speak with you presently—do you -understand? (<em>To Maria.</em>) Write!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> What! Maria, are you giving this scoundrel any -help?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Why not? The gentleman was in such trouble -because he could not find any one able to write.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-l'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Where did I leave off dictating?</div> - <div class='line in2'>(<em>Sings</em>) Write with care—or you’ll regret!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Maria.</em> Captain, not a word I’ve written—</div> - <div class='line in16'>You have told me nothing yet!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Write: Our army, fear-compelling,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Took six hamlets in a day.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Since they saw no en’my—surely</div> - <div class='line in16'>No great wonder anyway.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Of the foe full seven hundred</div> - <div class='line in16'>Fell before our conquering force!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Numbers which, if rightly sifted,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Come to just one lancer’s horse!</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Out of all my valiant heroes</div> - <div class='line in16'>Only one has fall’n—the which—</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Nicolaas.</em> As I’ve just had information,</div> - <div class='line in16'>Fell dead drunk into a ditch.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Good!—you now may cease your labours!</div> - <div class='line in16'>So!—a neat despatch you see,</div> - <div class='line in14'>Accurate and interesting,</div> - <div class='line in16'>As they always ought to be.</div> - </div> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Such as all despatches be!</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Well—now let us just look at it. H’m -that’s written very cleverly. Now for the proclamation. -Another sheet of paper! Write: Proclamation! Have you -written that sentence?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Yes—what next?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> We, Captain d’Eglantiers and Lieutenant -Taelinck,—to all who are about to read these presents—salutation!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_276'>276</span><em>Maria</em> (<em>writing</em>). To all who are <em>able</em> to read these -presents....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> <em>About</em> to read, I said! Fellow-citizens! we -are bringing you <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">la liberté</span></i>. We have risked our life-blood -to procure it for you: we also hope that you will show yourselves -<em>reconnaissants.</em>... Hey! now what do you say to -such a sentence as that? That’s what I call eloquence!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Undoubtedly! That is very neatly said, Captain.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I see you’re a girl of taste and intelligence. -Go on—and that you are to give us ... give us ... -everything that is necessary. Well, that’s short and to the -point, isn’t it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> A very fine style, and any one can understand -what is meant at the very first reading.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>gratified</em>). Can’t they just?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Now you’re going to sign both papers, aren’t you, -Captain?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes; I’ll put a little cross to them—that’s -my mark. Lieutenant Taelinck, are you going to sign them -too?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>half asleep</em>). Yes, yes. [<em>They sign.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Now the report must be enclosed in an -envelope, and sent to the General, and the proclamation will -be posted up to-morrow.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Maria hastily hides the signed paper in her dress, and -folds another, which she hands to D’Eglantiers.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Here you are, Captain. (<em>Aside.</em>) I have it all -right.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>hands the paper to Private Passereau</em>). Get -on your horse at once, and take this paper to the General.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Passereau.</em> <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Verdikke!</span> <span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Dans la nuit</span></i>——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Go at once! [<em>Exit Passereau.</em>] Well, that’s -finished. Now I’ll go and get an hour or two’s sleep. You’ll -call me, my good girl, when the council is assembled, won’t -you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_277'>277</span><em>Maria.</em> Yes; and in the meantime I will go and post up -the proclamation.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>takes it hastily from her, and puts it into his -pocket</em>). No; I must first read it out, or have it read, to the -council. Now, where is my bedroom?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>He is about to go into Van Werve’s room.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>quickly</em>). No, not there. The left-hand door, sir.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Points to a door on the opposite side.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas</em> (<em>aside</em>). I don’t understand it. Why does she -want to put that fellow into my bedroom? (<em>Aloud.</em>) Maria, -are you mad! the other room is——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>interrupting him quickly</em>). Just suited to a prisoner.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>pointing to Nicolaas</em>). Then he must be put -in there.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> But——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>quickly, aside to Nicolaas</em>). Leave it to me!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Good-night! (<em>Turning to the Volunteers.</em>) If -Nestiers comes with the portmanteau, tell him to bring it -into my room. Do you hear?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Nicolaas goes into the room in which Van Werve and -Clara are hidden, while Maria takes a candle and -shows D’Eglantiers into the left-hand bedroom.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>crouching over the fire</em>). B-rrr! it’s famously cold!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> I believe you! The Government really ought to -provide us with better clothing.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> That’s just the beauty of liberty, that every one -has to look out for himself.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> And that’s just what I mean to do, so soon as that -girl comes back.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling</em> (<em>appears in the doorway and looks in</em>). These fellows -are everywhere! I am caught in a trap.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> But just tell us now, Lieutenant, who is supposed -to be governing us at the present moment? for every day I -hear of a fresh sovereign, who has been recommended to us.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> Who is governing us? Why, Liberty!</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_278'>278</span><em>Pluckx.</em> I shan’t be sorry to see some change, then; for I -haven’t yet seen the colour of Liberty’s money. I think the -lass must be very hard up.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). Is this rabble going to stay here all right?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> I say, my girl, look here. Have you got a -blanket or rug you could let me have?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> What for?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> You’ll soon see that—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">comprenez</span></i>?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I have; if you will be sure to give it back.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Oh! you shall have it back soon.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>takes a blanket out of a chest</em>). Here is one; but -you shall not have it, unless you give me your tunic as a -pledge that you will return it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Come, none of that chatter!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Gently, gently! You have seen that the Captain -lets me write his proclamations for him. Nothing would be -easier than for me to put in a word against you, if you don’t -behave yourselves.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> The girl is right, Pluckx.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Well, here’s my <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarrau</span></i>, then! It’s not a bad -exchange. [<em>He gives his tunic to Maria, and cuts three slits -in the blanket.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> What’s that for?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> A new-fashioned overcoat for the winter. [<em>Puts -his head and arms through the slits. All laugh except Maria.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, as you’ve spoilt my blanket for me, you shall -not have your tunic back either.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Nestiers</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nestiers.</em> Come, men, here are your billets; and here -(<em>laying it on the floor</em>) is the Captain’s portmanteau.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> You mean the portmanteau that the Captain -looted this morning.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_279'>279</span><em>Maria and Edeling</em> (<em>aside</em>). Is it possible?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> Well, be quick and give out your billets. I’m -going to stay here. I suppose there’s a second bed in the -Captain’s room?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Surely.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Allons donc!</span></i> Right-about march! Place a -sentry outside the front door, and see that no one goes in -or out without permission from the Captain or me.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Goes into D’Eglantiers’ room with the portmanteau. -The others retire. Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Edeling</span>, <em>to whom Maria -hands Passereau’s tunic, in which he escapes</em>.]</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='sc'>Act II.</span></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Middle of night.</em> <span class='sc'>D’Eglantiers</span> <em>alone with the portmanteau -under his arm and a candlestick in his hand</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I see they’ve brought me the portmanteau. -Let’s seize the golden moment, while old Taelinck lies snoring -like an ox, to inspect the contents a bit. [<em>Breaks the lock, and -rummages through the portmanteau, taking out a necktie or -some similar article, which he puts on.</em>] What do I see? -This seems to be a handsome capture! And I’ll be hanged -if these are not Government bonds! <em>Ma foi!</em> Now I’m a -rich man, and can let the service slide with an easy mind! -I shall lose nothing by resigning—no one ever got his pay -out of a Provisional Government! However, we must keep -a sharp look-out, and not let any of my comrades find out -what has been in here! All honest fellows, no doubt, but -suffering from the same complaint as myself! Where shall I -hide the packets? The portmanteau won’t lock now; and, -besides, several of them have seen it already.</p> - -<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_280'>280</span>[<em>Remains standings with the bonds in his hands. Enter</em> -<span class='sc'>Maria</span>.]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Up already, Captain?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>starts, and tries to hide the papers</em>). What,—what -is it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). That’s the portmanteau in question. (<em>Aloud.</em>) -Nothing, Captain; I came to see if you wanted anything.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Nothing! or,—wait! (<em>Looking at her -attentively. Aside.</em>) The girl seems trustworthy ... otherwise ... yes, I suppose that will be best!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). What is he considering with himself?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> My good girl, I have here some of the army -reports; could you tell me of a safe place, where no one comes -poking and prying round, and where I can <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">cacher</span></i> them in -safety till my departure?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). He’s running into the trap of his own -accord. (<em>To D’Eglantiers, pointing to the cupboard.</em>) Shall -I hide them in here, under the house linen? But in that case -you must give your men orders not to go about plundering -my cupboards.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I’ll promise you that, but just open it.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Maria opens the cupboard; D’Eglantiers hides the -bonds inside it.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I think, Captain, that packet must contain something -more than reports and general orders!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> No, it really does not, by——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Well, I’ll believe you; so you need not swear about -it. But it looked to me rather like bonds. [<em>Locks the cupboard, -and is about to put the key in her pocket, but -D’Eglantiers prevents her.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Stop! I keep that key, do you hear?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Do you, sir? they’re bonds! Otherwise you would -not be so much afraid of losing them!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes, if that were true——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Then you wouldn’t be captain of a volunteer -company, would you?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_281'>281</span><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> No, certainly not!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> No, if you were only rich, you’d already be a -Member of Congress,—perhaps even of the Provisional -Government....</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes; I do really think, if I were richer——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Not a doubt about it! A man of your talents and -your eloquence would certainly have reached a high rank -at Brussels, but for the want of means.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> You’re flattering me; but, after all, think -of the numbers of conceited fools that have been elected -to Congress! They do nothing but talk and mismanage -matters.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I really think that you ought to be there, sir. It’s -quite a mistake your not going! Brussels is the only place -fit for you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I tell you once more, you’re a flatterer; but -I promise you one thing,—as soon as I’ve hoisted the Brabant -flag on the church tower of this village, I’ll go to Brussels -and ask for my discharge.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). A pleasant journey to you,—so long as the -bonds remain here!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Taelinck</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> You’re up early, Captain?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes, yes, good-morning! (<em>Looking sideways -at the portmanteau.</em>) May the devil——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> It seems to me you’ve been looking out for yourself -already. Was the portmanteau quite empty like that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>somewhat embarrassed</em>). Well, there wasn’t -much in it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> You’re not a man of your word, Captain! You -promised that we should share and share alike, whatever -was in it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> When there is nothing, there’s nothing to -share; do you hear?</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_282'>282</span><em>Taelinck.</em> You might at least have waited to open it till -I was there.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Lieutenant, you’re becoming insolent; you’re -forgetting discipline!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> I shall let the General know that you keep all -the loot to yourself.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> There stands the girl,—ask; let her <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">témoigner</span></i> -whether there was anything in it but——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> But eight linen shirts, which the Captain gave me -to put away in the cupboard. Shall I get them out, -Captain?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes, yes,—here’s the key! (<em>Aside.</em>) That’s -a little jewel of a girl!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Maria opens the cupboard, and takes out a pile of shirts, -which she drops on the floor. While the two officers -are busy picking them up, she hides the bonds under -her apron.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> There they are,—eight of them!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> That’s five for me,—but was there nothing -more?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Nothing. [<em>She locks the cupboard, and returns the -key to D’Eglantiers.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>aside to Maria</em>). If I ever get into the -Government, I’ll see that you have a pension.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> I should like to ask you something, sir. First, -about the landlord,—my master, you know,—the man you -took prisoner yesterday, and who is in that room; will you -set him free again?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> H’m! h’m! a rebel like that? but, since -you ask it ... well, go and fetch him!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> And in the second place, will you let my sister and -my uncle, who are sleeping here, go back to their own village -undisturbed?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Where do they live?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Why ... not very far off.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_283'>283</span><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Well, if they lived at the other end of -nowhere, I should let them go, since it is you that ask it!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Very good; I’ll go at once and tell them.</p> - -<div class='c012'>[<em>Exit.</em></div> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>aside</em>). That’s the right sort of girl! she’s -saved me from all my anxiety.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>aside</em>). I don’t feel anything like easy about that -affair of the cupboard!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Nicolaas</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Captain, the maid tells me you have given orders -for my release.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes; because that girl asked me, I’ve let -you go, but mind what you’re about next time. The council -is going to assemble here, and you may vote with the rest, -because I want liberty to flourish.</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Pluckx</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Captain! here’s the council; are you ready for -them?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Yes, yes, let them come; but,—I tell you -what,—let ten or a dozen of our men come in too, so as to -maintain full liberty during the discussions; do you hear?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Very good, Captain.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Pluckx goes out, and returns with the principal men of -the village, headed by Michiel, as Burgomaster, and -some Volunteers.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas</em> (<em>to Michiel</em>). What in the devil’s name are you -doing here? Look alive, and get to the stables!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Why, master, are you there? That’s lucky. I’ll -have you for my man-of-all-work, master!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Why, man, are you gone wrong in your head? -or——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Not at all! The Captain here has made me -Burgomaster of the village;—so you see, sir, that things look -very bad for you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Silence! The council is going to be -opened, and every one is to sit down.</p> - -<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_284'>284</span>[<em>The “Notables,” with Michiel in their midst, sit down -in a circle, while D’Eglantiers takes his place at a -table, with Taelinck by his side.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> The <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">séance</span></i> must be public, as is the proper -thing for all liberal governments.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Of course—so that every one can hear the -nonsense that is talked.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Therefore, Pluckx, open the door; but -don’t let every one in, or the room will be overcrowded, you -understand?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> A very wise precaution!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>The front door and shutters are opened. It is daylight.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Citizens! in the name of the Government, -I offer you <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">la liberté</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">les lumières</span></i>, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">et l’ordre légal</span></i>. Do you -understand that?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>The Schoolmaster.</em> It seems to mean the same thing as -freedom, enlightenment, and law and order.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas</em> (<em>standing up</em>). Surely, sir, it is scarcely necessary -to give us what we have possessed for a long time already!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Silence! I bring you liberty in all things,—no -more coercion,—no more monopoly! Education and -trade are free. Is there a school here?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>The Schoolmaster.</em> Certainly, sir, the Society for National -Education—</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Done away with! Abolished! The parents -are free from henceforth, and, as a natural consequence, the -children also. No more schools; at any rate, none of the -National Education Society’s!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> That I am quite willing to believe.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Silence! Is there any factory in this -<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">commune</span></i>?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> There are six, in which hundreds of people earn -their living.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Monopoly must be abolished. Every one -ought to be allowed freely to make what he likes. Therefore -all the factories must be sacked.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_285'>285</span><em>Nicolaas.</em> The factories sacked? Is that the freedom you -are bringing us? (<em>Turning to the Notables.</em>) And you are -going to allow this? (<em>Confusion in the meeting.</em>)</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Silence! <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Volontaires!</span></i> the first man that -contradicts, you are to shoot through the head. Otherwise -free discussion becomes an impossibility.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>The Volunteers take aim.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>quaking with terror</em>). Of course—the Cap—Captain -is right. The—(<em>in confusion</em>)—the factories must take his -word for it. What a kind amiable man the Captain is! -Long live the Captain!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> All the ready money in the village must at -once be placed in my hands, in order to clothe my valiant -troops.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> They can take care of themselves in that respect -(<em>Points at Pluckx.</em>)</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> All the wine and provisions in the place -must be presented to my troops as a voluntary gift.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Anything else?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> All swords, guns, knives, spades, axes, -pickaxes, ploughshares—in short, all iron tools must be -handed over to me.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> He’s not hard to please, <em>he</em> isn’t.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> And the council is to deliberate whether -it would not be well to send in an address declaring their -submission to the Government.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> A very good idea.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> I should like to say a word.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Speak up!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> He can’t speak. He is only the ex-Burgomaster; -he is not entitled to a share in the proceedings.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Never mind—let him speak as one not -entitled.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> If I may speak without danger, I should like to ask -what <em>is</em> the Government that we are to submit to? I have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_286'>286</span>already heard some half-dozen sovereigns mentioned; and -really I should not be surprised if you had offered the crown -to a Chinese mandarin.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Tut! tut! all you’ve got to do is to submit—it -doesn’t matter to whom. That’s not your business.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Then I vote against such an absurdity.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>The Schoolmaster and others.</em> So do I! so do I!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I shall put you under arrest if you don’t -vote as I tell you.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> Is that what you understand by liberty?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> You are at liberty to talk as much as you -like, but you must vote as I wish.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> I thought you were more liberal than that, -Captain!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I can’t waste time arguing with you. [<em>Takes -the proclamation out of his pocket.</em>] Here’s my manifesto. -Let the Burgomaster read it out loud.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Silence! Let every one listen! (<em>Reads.</em>) “Proclamation,—We, Captain D’Eglantiers——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> That’s me, standing here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>reads</em>). “And Lieutenant Taelinck——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> Here’s the man you’re reading about, <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">compère!</span></i></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> “To all that shall read these presents, salutation! -salutation!” (<em>Bows.</em>)</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers and Taelinck.</em> Salutation!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>reads</em>). “Citizens! a Dutch army, ten thousand -strong, is marching on this village!” What’s this?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> That’s not on the paper, you scoundrel!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>General consternation.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> It is there—read for yourself!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Then it’s a forged document—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">parbleu!</span></i></p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx</em> (<em>examines the paper</em>). It’s signed by you and the -Lieutenant, sir.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>All.</em> Go on! go on!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>reads</em>). “As I am not in a position, with the forces -<span class='pageno' id='Page_287'>287</span>at my disposal, to withstand so powerful an enemy, I hope -you will not take it ill of me if I beat a retreat——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>All.</em> Well, now!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>reads</em>). “Within a quarter of an hour!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> A pleasant journey to you!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What sort of an infernal thing is this? -[<em>Snatches the paper out of Michiel’s hand. Aside to Taelinck.</em>] -Yes, indeed, there’s my mark!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> And mine, too!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Then the girl has cheated us!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> If ten thousand men are marching on us, the best -thing we can do is to march off in the other direction.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas.</em> And we will go to meet them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Yes, we’ll escort them in in triumph!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>All the Notables, and the majority of the Volunteers, -leave the house.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What the——! What are you doing! Stay -here! It’s all a swindle!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Maria</span>, <em>with</em> <span class='sc'>Van Werve</span> <em>and</em> <span class='sc'>Clara</span>, <em>disguised as</em> <em>peasants</em>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Captain, here are my sister and my uncle, who——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Here! you child of Satan! I’ll sister and -uncle you! What sort of a paper is this that you’ve written? -Come, now!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). The fat’s in the fire now, and no mistake!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Answer me! what sort of a paper is it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Why, sir, haven’t you read it?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I’ve heard it read, and——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Did you let it go out of your own hands?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Insolent, too? Who’s asking questions, -you or I?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> A word in confidence, Captain? [<em>Draws him -aside.</em>] Don’t you understand?—that was a trick of mine -to——</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_288'>288</span><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> A trick?—a fine trick! I’ll——</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> Hush! hush! do! I knew that the Dutch troops -were coming, and in order to let you know it privately I -wrote it down on that paper. I hoped you would read it by -yourself, and then act as circumstances might demand.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Well—in that case! But it is strange, -though——</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div><em>Enter</em> <span class='sc'>Pluckx</span>.</div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Captain, it’s time for you to show yourself. Half of -our men want to leave, and the villagers are beginning to arm!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What the——[<em>Breaks off, and looks towards -the cupboard.</em>] I must get hold of my bonds first. Lieutenant -Taelinck, go on. I’ll follow immediately.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>also looking at the cupboard</em>). Aren’t you coming -with us, Captain?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Presently, presently.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Taelinck goes out slowly, followed by Pluckx. D’Eglantiers -runs to the cupboard, opens it, and searches in -vain for the packet.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>aside</em>). What shall I do now? Wait!—I have it.</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Hastens out and comes back with Taelinck.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>to Taelinck</em>). It is just as I told you—the Captain -has been hiding gold and jewels in that cupboard.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>comes forward, and taps D’Eglantiers on the -shoulder</em>). Well, Captain, what have you got there, say?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers</em> (<em>surprised</em>). Eh! what?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Turns round, and seeing Taelinck, hurriedly closes the -cupboard.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> You’ve hidden our booty there,—that’s quite -clear. Open that door again, and look sharp about it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What’s the good?—there’s no money in it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck.</em> I’ll report you!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> I won’t give you the chance! [<em>Draws his -sword.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Taelinck</em> (<em>defends himself</em>). You miserable thief.</p> - -<p class='c017'><span class='pageno' id='Page_289'>289</span>[<em>They fight. Van Werve and Clara are about to take -the opportunity of escaping, when Pluckx enters -with his men.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> What! fighting here? Why, the Hollanders are -coming!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> What! Where? When?</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Shouts of “Oranje boven!”<a id='r29' /><a href='#f29' class='c010'><sup>[29]</sup></a> outside. Van Werve -rushes at Taelinck and disarms him.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> Yes!—“Oranje boven!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Pluckx.</em> Here they come! <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Sauve qui peut!</span></i></p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>Tries to escape by the front door.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Where’s the back door?</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria</em> (<em>calls after him</em>). Don’t forget your bonds, whatever -you do!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>As D’Eglantiers attempts to leave by the back door, -Michiel enters, accompanied by several Soldiers, -and knocks him down with a pitchfork, while -Taelinck is being held by Van Werve. Edeling, -Nicolaas, Soldiers, and Armed Villagers enter by -the front door, and disarm Pluckx and the rest -of the Belgians.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> Halt! Captain! you were mistaken after all! -“Oranje boven!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>D’Eglantiers.</em> Traitor of a Burgomaster!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Edeling.</em> My Clara!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel.</em> See there! I knew we should catch them.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Nicolaas</em> (<em>to the Dutch leader, pointing at Michiel</em>). Captain, -you had better secure this rascal! it was he who brought the -rebels here.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Michiel</em> (<em>as he is seized by the Dutch</em>). How! what?—why, -I showed you the way myself!</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Maria.</em> The pitcher to the well—Michiel!</p> - -<p class='c017'>[<em>The insurgents and Michiel are led away.</em>]</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_290'>290</span><em>Edeling</em> (<em>seeing Maria</em>). Good-morning, my lass—didn’t I -come back to see you, as I said I would? (<em>To the others.</em>) -This is the girl who helped me to escape.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Van Werve.</em> She has served us all.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Van Lennep.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>PROVERBS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>He who lives with cripples learns to limp.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The best steersman stands ashore.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Self is the man.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He gives an egg to get a chicken.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They are not all princes who ride with the emperor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He howls with the wolves when he is in the wood, and -bleats with the sheep in the field.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A little too late, much too late.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Stand still a while, you lose a mile.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The nearer Rome the worse Christian.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Call no herring before he’s in the net.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He who has choice has anxiety.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Don’t put too many eggs under one hen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If fools were silent they’d be wise.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No man dies of threats.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The fowl that cackles most does not lay most eggs.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No mad dog ever ran for seven years.</p> - -<p class='c009'>One can see by the stockings whose leg is broken.</p> - -<p class='c009'>You should hang your cloak towards the wind.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No man ever limped for another’s sore foot.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It’s ill stealing where the host is a thief.</p> - -<p class='c009'>’Tis ill eating cherries with lords.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When slovenly people turn over a new leaf they polish -the bottoms of the saucepans.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_291'>291</span>What belongs to the ravens<a id='r30' /><a href='#f30' class='c010'><sup>[30]</sup></a> will never drown.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All offices are greasy.<a id='r31' /><a href='#f31' class='c010'><sup>[31]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>What the sow does the little pigs must pay for.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With much pounding the stockfish becomes tender.</p> - -<p class='c009'>No man sees his own hump-back.</p> - -<p class='c009'>’Tis an ill water, said the horse, for he could not swim.</p> - -<p class='c009'>’Tis an ill morsel that chokes one.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Let them pump who are cold, I have my coat on.<a id='r32' /><a href='#f32' class='c010'><sup>[32]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>All that come of cats will go mewing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Let the plover peck, I have the eggs in my hat.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Though the ape should wear a golden ring, yet he is an -ugly thing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He who has a fine cat should bring no furrier into his -house.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Lands become sand, sands become land. (<i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Landen versanden, -sanden verlanden.</span></i> An epitome of the physical -history of Holland.)</p> - -<p class='c009'>The greater jurist the worse Christian.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the gnats dance in January the farmer comes to -beggary.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Beware of a fair Spaniard and a swarthy Englishman.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Better sit still with an owl than fly with a falcon.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The first man in the boat has the choice of oars.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It’s the third strand that holds the cable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Man overboard—an eater the less.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A tired horse would rather see a dirty stable than a clean -high-road.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A woman’s hair pulls worse than the main-topsail.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_292'>292</span>At Boulogne there are more traps than mice.</p> - -<p class='c009'>White and black<a id='r33' /><a href='#f33' class='c010'><sup>[33]</sup></a> were the making of Venice.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>A hundred Dutchmen, a hundred knives.</div> - <div class='line'>A hundred Frenchmen, no knives.</div> - <div class='line'>A hundred Scots, two hundred knives.<a id='r34' /><a href='#f34' class='c010'><sup>[34]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>In Italy—too many feasts, too many chiefs, too many -storms.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c013'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>The Spaniard seems wise, and is not.</div> - <div class='line'>The Frenchman seems a fool, and is not.</div> - <div class='line'>The Italian seems wise, and is so.</div> - <div class='line'>The Portuguese seems a fool, and is so.<a id='r35' /><a href='#f35' class='c010'><sup>[35]</sup></a></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>A husband’s mother is the devil on the floor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A house full of daughters is a cellar full of sour beer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>’Tis easy piping to those who love dancing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Smoke, bad air, and scolding wives, are what drive men -out of the house.</p> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_293'>293</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>A DUTCH PODSNAP.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>“A glass of wine, mamma?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, thank you, papa.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You, Caroline?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, thank you, papa.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Frederica?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, thank you, papa.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Ditto, ditto, for Marie, Antoinette, and Hortense.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hendriek doesn’t take any wine?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! no, papa.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And my Lijsje?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! it would be dreadful, papa!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mijnheer Van Arlen, having gone through this ceremony, -half-filled his glass, filled it up with water, and then carefully -corked the bottle, to be put away for to-morrow. In -this way it would be made to last ten days, and as a rule it -did so; for the above invitation to his wife and seven -daughters was renewed every day, and every day regularly -declined. However, there were some exceptions to this rule: -in the first place, when papa was on a journey. Every year -papa had to take a journey for the Minister; it was a mission -of mysterious importance, whose destination no one was to -know. It always came off quite unexpectedly, immediately -after the receipt of his second quarter’s salary. On these -occasions the bottle, if it still contained any wine, was -emptied by the family, and papa’s own particular tumbler—a -most precious one, of ruby glass, with a flower-pattern, and -the initials H. M. engraved on it—put away in the china-cupboard -for the space of ten days. For this unexpected, -mysterious, and important journey always lasted exactly ten -days, during which time the daughters enjoyed the mild joke -of calling their mother “Madame Veuve,” and were solemnly -<span class='pageno' id='Page_294'>294</span>requested by her not to do it, for, as she said, it was a sort -of joke that always sent a cold shudder through her. She -preferred being called “little bride,” which took place once -a year, on her wedding-day, an occasion which formed the -second of the exceptions referred to above. On this occasion -papa always provided mamma with the surprise of a -glass of port at dinner, and all the seven daughters had some -too, though in their hearts they would have preferred not -taking it, for they detested it—and it always gave one such -a colour in the evening!</p> - -<p class='c009'>The third exception—which was only half a one—occurred -when papa had a relation or a friend from out of town on a -visit, when mamma would take a glass; and then the bottle -had to be finished, for wine only turns flat if it is left -standing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>To-day, however, was merely an ordinary day. Papa had -received no instructions as to his journey, and the wedding -anniversary was some time off; though the friend from out -of town was expected, and might arrive any week. He was -something more than a friend—he was a late brother-in-law; -for Mevrouw Van Arlen—Hortense Muggenhout, as denoted -by the initials on the tumbler—had had a younger sister, -who had married Heer Van Noost Prigson, a most respectable -man, as appears from his double-barrelled name, which was -never forgotten, either by himself or the Van Arlen family. -Mijnheer Van Noost Prigson had lost his wife not long after -the birth of his only son.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Uncle Van Noost Prigson had written to-day he would -come; but he was a man of business,—of much business,—and -he wrote so quickly that three-fourths of each of his letters -were illegible. Fortunately, papa was also a man of business, -and in his responsible position was brought into contact -with so many matters—cipher, among others—that he -was able to read the writing of Uncle Van Noost Prigson, -at least the greater part of it. This time, however, the most -<span class='pageno' id='Page_295'>295</span>important part of uncle’s letter was in figures, and he always -made his figures very indistinctly. He said he might possibly -come on the 3rd (it might also have been the 8th), -unless it were the 10th—or (for the figures might equally -well have stood for that) the 21st—while at the end of the -letter he added, with equal distinctness, that it was to be -between the 14th and 16th, for which again one might have -read the 24th and 26th. Equally uncertain was the duration -of his visit; its purpose, indeed, was explained, and this -papa thought fit to keep to himself. It must surely be a -matter of importance, thought the eight ladies, for the -thought that he—with his vast experience of all sorts of -business—should have failed to decipher this part of the -letter never entered their heads for a moment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Papa filled a most important office,—it was in the year -1846,—and in consequence of one thing or another, perhaps -in connection with the mysterious journeys, he had, one 6th -of December, received a token that the State appreciated his -services. Since that day, the said token had been inseparable -from the black coat, without which no one ever saw Mijnheer -Van Arlen. It was quite in harmony with the impressive -wrinkle on his forehead, which looked as though Van Arlen -had for years been staring upward in a bent position,—in -harmony, too, with the compressed lips, which seemed in -continual fear of letting a State secret escape; while his hair -had become quite white, probably from the anxiety occasioned -by the weighty matters which occupied his head. -The daughters found in papa the type of a handsome man, -and at the same time of a thoroughly respectable one; mamma -adored him with the enthusiasm which every good housewife -is bound to feel for her husband, and never spoke of him -except as “Mijnheer Van Arlen.” Conversely, he always -referred to his wife as “<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Mevrouw mijne echtgenoote</span></i>;”<a id='r36' /><a href='#f36' class='c010'><sup>[36]</sup></a> and -<span class='pageno' id='Page_296'>296</span>he preferred to allude to his daughters in numerical order, -unwilling to admit the outer world to so great a degree of -familiarity as to speak to it of his daughters by their -Christian names.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Either the bottle had stood too long on this particular -day, or some other cause had spoilt Van Arlen’s taste for it; -anyhow, he did not finish his glass, and, when dinner was -over, fixed a penetrating gaze on the door, and remained -silent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you not well, papa?” asked Caroline.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Quite well, my child!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Difficult business?” asked Mevrouw, sympathetically.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! all business is difficult, mamma,” said Van Arlen, -weightily, and stared into nothing more perseveringly than -ever.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mamma sighed, and the daughters looked sadly at papa. -Could Uncle Van Noost Prigson’s letter be the cause of the -trouble?</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Will you have any dessert, papa?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The dessert was standing ready, as usual, on the small -side-table. A box of flat biscuits, a butter-dish, a corner of -cheese under a glass cover, and a little dish of fruit, or, if -there was none to be had, of preserved ginger. But papa -did not care for dessert, and never took any, except when -the above-mentioned relation or intimate friend from the -country was present; for “a dinner is not complete without -dessert.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, thank you, my dear? Will you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! you know I never do. Shall we say grace?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Grace was said, reverent and short, as is befitting in a -house where a good tone prevails, and papa folded up his -napkin neatly, and laid it beside his plate; whereupon Leida -fetched the matches, and gave papa a light, which he -accepted with a gracious nod, just as he had done yesterday, -and the day before, and all the year round, with the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_297'>297</span>exceptions aforesaid. Then eighteen-year-old Leida gave -her papa a light kiss on his forehead, just above the broad -wrinkle.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, papa! you must not be so gloomy; just let me -kiss the trouble away,” said she.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What tricks next?” asked papa, sportively; and mamma -called her a monkey, and all the six sisters thought it such -a good thing that Leida was in such spirits, and had such a -knack of getting papa into a cheerful humour.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen lit his cigar, and went slowly and thoughtfully -to his own room, whither he was called by his weighty -official cares, and where a mysterious locked portfolio lay -ready for him. He turned the key in the lock, sat down in -his easy-chair, and went to sleep. He was quite right to -lock himself in,—a State secret might so easily have escaped -him in his sleep,—nay more, the secret of his after-dinner -nap, which was entirely unknown to his household and the -outer world, might have leaked out. About half-past seven -there was a modest knock at the door; the person knocking -waited patiently till all the State secrets should be -covered up; and when the door was opened, the table -before Van Arlen was strewn with papers. The inkstand, -however, remained on the mantelpiece.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But she who entered the room suspected no deception, -and was not on the look-out for traces of it. Year after -year it had been Mevrouw Van Arlen’s habit to bring her -husband his “first cup” at this hour, and the ten minutes -which he was accustomed to give her served for the discussion -of domestic matters. Papa listened attentively to what -mamma had spent on milk and on bread, on peas and -beans and matches,—nothing is too small for a great man,—and -then handed out the exact amount from the secret -drawer of his writing-table.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And then, papa, Caroline and Frederica and Marie -ought to have new hats.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_298'>298</span>“And the three others?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They can have the old hats of the three eldest done up -with new trimmings.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And what becomes of <em>their</em> old ones?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They can use them for every day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen tried to form in his own mind a visible picture -of the change; but his habit of considering affairs of State -somewhat dimmed and confused his sight in matters of -everyday life.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I do not rightly understand you, my dear. It seems to -me that the three eldest might just as well have the hats of -the next three, as the next three have the hats of the elder -ones passed on to them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Caroline, Frederica, and Marie are the eldest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is that a reason, mamma? Let us take, as our fundamental -principle, impartiality. Let us act without respect of -persons—it is a wise rule, a guarantee for the stability both -of a government and a household. Let us give no occasion -for jealousy by measuring with two different measures.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, papa——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Believe me, my dear, parents who show partiality are -sowing the seeds of unfriendly feeling, discord, hatred. Let -us be wise, and not bow to any antiquated principle of -primogeniture. What human experience has found to be -fatal in society, must not be introduced into our smaller circle -by us, the individual units of society.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But in that case they might as well all keep their own -hats, and trim them up afresh.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Let it be so.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>How mamma was to settle matters with her daughters was -her business; the head of the family was concerned solely -with the legislative, not with the executive department.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And Leida must keep her old hat because she has -been so untidy; but she will have to have a new ribbon -on it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_299'>299</span>Van Arlen nodded assent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They must have been great men who first preached impartiality, -and abolished the right of primogeniture. Here, -in this individual instance, was a saving of three new hats,—what -economy would be effected by the application of the -system to a whole State!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And you yourself, mamma?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have been thinking of keeping on the mourning -for another year. My black dresses are all quite good -still.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And we were so fond of poor Cornelia! When the -mourning is worn out the dead are forgotten, people say. -We must show that it is not the case with us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Or that we have been careful of our clothes,” Van Arlen -might have added; but though this inference did not enter -his head, another did.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So we shall not go out this year?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m sorry, for the girls’ sakes; but it really is a duty. -But, all the same, we must not keep them quite shut up -either.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, of course not.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mijnheer and Mevrouw Van Arlen were silent for a -little.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We must not keep them shut up,” repeated the mother, -thoughtfully. “Do you think it possible you might some -time be transferred, Van Arlen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, Hortense! don’t ask such questions.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It is not out of curiosity, but in the interest of our -family. You are in such favourable relations with people in -high positions.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you think is the cause of this, mamma?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, your knowledge, your ability, your great——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you think that a man possessing such qualities—mind -I don’t say I possess them—has much chance of being -sent away to a distance?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_300'>300</span>“No, but—it is hard.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It may be hard,—but when a man is indispensable—I -don’t say that I am indispensable—he has to put up with it. -The feeling that he is doing his duty conscientiously to the -State, ought to have most weight with him,—and it certainly -makes things easier.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen finished his tea, and handed the empty cup to -his wife—the usual sign that the audience was over.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Another cup?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, please—but no sugar.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This condition was as stereotyped as the dessert; papa -only took one cup with sugar; the ladies did not care for -sugar, except at evening parties, when they took it to prevent -mistakes and confusion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen then went to work,—read, signed documents, -made a note here, and drew his pen through a sentence -there,—and became so absorbed in his work that he never -heard Marie come in on tiptoe, to set down the humble -domestic cup of tea on the table covered with State documents. -At the stroke of half-past nine Van Arlen rose, and -once more made his appearance in the family sitting-room, -where an old-fashioned card-table had been set out. After -working all day, he found that his mind needed some -relaxation. His wife and two of the daughters,—who took -turns in this, as in other things, were already seated; the -cards were dealt, and he had only to begin. They were -playing whist for recreation, and not for money—therefore -no reckoning was necessary; but the marking was done with -laudable accuracy, and every mistake was severely reproved—for -the furthering of every one’s enjoyment; for enjoyment -without seriousness does not deserve the name.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Papa never spoke a word except what was required by the -game, and did not like any talking to go on in the room; -so that the five daughters who were not playing, sat silent -round the big table, each with her needlework, thinking -<span class='pageno' id='Page_301'>301</span>about the hats they were not to have, the mourning that -their mother was to go on wearing, the ball to which they -were not invited, the opera they never went to, the new -fashions other people were going to wear, the novel they -were in the middle of, but which must not be read aloud -now papa was in the room, the riches they missed, the -enjoyment they did not know, the past that was so poor, -and the future that did not promise to be richer.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was a ring at the bell.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All the ladies looked up; even papa laid down the cards -he was just about to deal.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Brother Van Noost Prigson!” said Mevrouw, in a tone -of some anxiety,—as well she might, for there was no meat -in the larder—in fact, nothing in the house but a small -angle of cheese, and a few ounces of ginger from the uneaten -dessert.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen said nothing: he was never precipitate, and in -all circumstances of life preserved his presence of mind.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What a quiet little ring!” said Frederica.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Could it be a message from the Minister, papa?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Leen has not heard the bell—shall I ring?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mevrouw Van Arlen assented, and the sitting-room bell -was heard—a quicker and more excited ring than the heavy, -respectable front-door bell.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The bell rang, Leen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, ma’am, I’m here.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No—the front-door bell.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, indeed it didn’t, ma’am.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We all heard it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Impossible,” muttered the maid to herself, as she went to -see; “or else it must be some one who pulled the bell and -ran away—and you can’t be always on the look-out for that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>All listened in strained expectation. The front door was -opened, but no sound of voices came from it; it was closed -again, and Leentje was heard shuffling off to the kitchen.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_302'>302</span>“She might come back and say who it was,” mamma -assented.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Leentje was again sent for.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Who rang the bell, Leentje?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just as I thought, ma’am,—it was some boy that ran -away.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mijnheer Van Arlen was inwardly very indignant that his -family—among whom so good a tone prevailed—should -make such an exhibition of themselves in the presence of a -servant. Mamma blamed the girls’ curiosity, but could not -unconditionally accept the theory of the boy,—Leentje had -been too long at the front door for that. If it turned out that -she had been speaking to a “fellow” there, she would have to -leave next day. That sort of thing would not do in a -respectable house. The girls likewise declined to believe in -the boy—the bell had been rung too quietly. They wanted -to go out and look whether anything had been pushed under -the door. Then it struck Antoinette that the mysterious -ring might be connected with burglary, and this opinion -gave rise to some eager whispering, which caused papa to -turn a frowning brow, not once, but twice, in the direction of -the large table. In an unguarded moment Leida slipped -out into the passage, to institute an investigation <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">in loco</span></i>, but -neither on nor under the door-mat was there any trace of a -paper. All conjectures remained fruitless.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If the little street-boy, with the newly mended kettle on his -back, who, merrily whistling his favourite tune, had crossed -the quiet street, and pulled the bell, to give his aunt’s sister-in-law -a run from the kitchen for nothing,—if that small evil-doer -had known what a change and excitement he had caused -in a respectable family, insomuch that Van Arlen himself, -who filled such an important post, had laid aside for a -moment the business which occupied him, he would probably -have repeated the experiment on the following evening—if -only out of pity for the monotonous life of the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_303'>303</span>seven ladies, to whom even the pulling of the bell was an -event.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The night has passed;—the little, sputtering, flickering -night-light, which burns in Van Arlen’s bedroom—for Van -Arlen does not believe in having no light in the house, one -never knows what may happen—has consumed all its oil -and gone out. The insolent sun, which has no pity for -faded carpets and curtains, has penetrated everywhere; and -if one could walk through the Van Arlens’ house at this hour, -when their high tone is still asleep, one would lose much of -the reverence inspired by the important position, the refined -manners, and the ceremonious intercourse with each other -of its inhabitants.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But at this hour in the morning no one walks through -Van Arlen’s house except the maid, who, by the terms of her -engagement, is bound to “do” two rooms before breakfast. -This involves rising before five, though she does not go to -bed any earlier for that; she is also supposed to answer the -door, go out once in four weeks, “if it suits,”—and have -neither right nor claim to any extras beyond her wages, which -are moderate, and her perquisites, which are <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">nil</span></i>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>To be weighed against all this is the great advantage of -living with respectable people, and that is a great deal -in these days, Mevrouw says. Besides this, Leentje is -a “whole” orphan, and therefore ought to appreciate the -privilege of finding a home with such a family—though it is -true that Mevrouw Van Arlen will never engage a servant -with any parent or relative living, to save trouble with their -families.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the Van Arlens are far too respectable to let us waste -any more time over their servant,—more especially as by -this time they are all assembled at breakfast, with the exception -of the head of the house, for persons who do much -brain-work need more rest than those who only tire their -bodies—so Mijnheer says. Mevrouw is seated before the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_304'>304</span>tea-tray—the daughters take cold water. Nothing is wholesomer -than cold water. Moreover, butter—at least, much -butter—is bad for the health. Bread in large quantities is -also unhealthy, and the ladies prove, by the extent of their -breakfast, that they quite subscribe to this opinion. The -“whole orphan,” also, is educated in the same doctrine, but -she is allowed to poison herself every morning with coffee—so -long as she does not exceed her two ounces a week.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know how it is, mamma, but that ringing the -bell last night does worry me,” said Frederica, by way of -morning reflection; and the other girls reflected also, and -talked it over, and objected, or supported each other, as if -there were really an interesting question at stake,—till papa’s -arrival restored silence. He cast one glance over the paper, -which no one was allowed to inspect before him, for fear -the news might evaporate, and then put it into his pocket,—for -girls have no business with newspapers, and his wife did -not care to see it. During the meal he spoke little—he was -oppressed by the prospect of all the important affairs awaiting -him; and he ate his bread and butter, and drank his -tea, with a solemnity which made it difficult to realise that -they were only ordinary bread and tea.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Presently he rose. “Oh! papa! you scarcely give yourself -time for breakfast!” said his wife, and he did not dispute -the proposition. He kissed her and his daughters on -the forehead in silence, put on his hat, and went to his -office, thoughtful and abstracted, as if bowed down by the -weight of his position. He did not even see people who -bowed to him; as for miscellaneous human beings, they -were not worth his attention.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Suddenly some one stopped him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This is lucky! I was just on my way to your house!” -cried this person in a loud voice,—so loud that all the bystanders -could hear Van Arlen being addressed like an -ordinary human being. “Have you been out to a funeral -this morning?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_305'>305</span>A well-regulated smile hovered for a moment about the -official’s mouth,—“No, brother.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You look just like it. How are they all at home?—your -youngsters growing up—eh? Nothing particular going -on?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thus talking, Brother Van Noost Prigson walked along -beside Van Arlen, and entered with him—no, actually preceded -him—into the door of the building where he exercised -his important functions. Preceded him! Van Arlen went -down five per cent. in the estimation of his subordinates -that day; and when his own messenger, with a low bow, -threw open the door of his private office, Van Noost Prigson -was again the first to tread the magnificent carpet, on which -inferior officials scarcely dared to set foot when expressly -summoned by their chief.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not much to do—eh?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“On the contrary, I am very busy to-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, well—reading and signing documents, and all that -sort of thing—I could do that too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I shall have to sign about three hundred and forty -separate papers.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well—I’d do that in half-an-hour; but if you really are -busy, I won’t keep you. I’ll come and dine with you to-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good—and in that case, I’ll see——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t give yourself any trouble. I’ll call in and see -Hortense myself. You know you needn’t make any difference -in your ways for me, and I daresay you couldn’t very well -afford it either.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen looked at his brother-in-law as if to ask, “Do -you mean to insult me,” but his expression changed as he -met the glance of the cheery but penetrating eyes. “Living -is dear at the Hague,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The more fool you, then, to stay here—and with seven -daughters, too! Just listen, Van Arlen,—I have a plan, -but I can’t carry it out without your help.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_306'>306</span>“Let me hear it before I promise.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My plan is—to make Van Arlen rich.... Where did -you get that ridiculous thing?” he suddenly broke off.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Which?” asked the official—following Prigson’s eye, -which was directed to his breast.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why—that bit of ribbon. I never heard of your getting -it. From Santa Claus, I suppose?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t understand you, Prigson; if you mean my -Order, I make it a point of honour to wear it, and I don’t -like its being made a joke of.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A joke, my dear fellow? I have the most fervent -respect for all orders of knighthood—especially if they are -sent home on St Nicholas’ Eve.... Come in! Beg -pardon—I forgot this was <em>your</em> place. Can I stay?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen glanced at the door,—it was only a clerk with -documents, and Prigson was suffered to remain while the -clerk waited and the official signed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“This is the sort of thing that goes on all day long.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well—it seems to me you earn your money pretty easily. -But say, Van ... I suppose no one can hear us talking -here?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No one.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well,—it doesn’t matter to me, but I shouldn’t like it -on your account,—I want some money.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen drew the palm of his hand across his forehead, -and stared at his brother-in-law without answering.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m so fearfully in debt that I don’t want to give the -alarm. I should be much obliged if you could let me have -those thousand florins I lent you. In a month or two you -can have them again, if you want; but I’ve got to live till -then, and I have nothing left.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It comes at a very inconvenient time, Prigson.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My dear fellow, I would like nothing better than to give -you a receipt for the whole sum in full; for you’re a good -fellow, and have to struggle so hard, one ought not to make -<span class='pageno' id='Page_307'>307</span>it harder for you. But, just say now, when <em>would</em> it be -convenient?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen thought for some minutes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At the beginning of next year,” he said slowly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I wish I could wait so long. I wish I could; but I have -an expensive undertaking on hand, which will perhaps by -next year put me in a position to accommodate you. But, -for the moment, I <em>must</em> have money; and I dare not try to -raise it myself for fear of ruining my credit, which I can’t -do without just now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come in!” said Van Arlen, in answer to a knock at the -door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“His Excellency would like to speak to you,” said the -clerk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So those fellows let themselves be called Excellency, do -they? I thought that was bad form now-a-days,” said Prigson, -loud enough to be heard by the clerk. But Van Arlen did -not reply, he was too thankful for the chance of escape from -his brother-in-law.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I suppose you’ll be gone some time? An Excellency -like that has plenty of time for talking; <em>he</em> doesn’t work -himself to death,” said Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It may be a couple of hours before I can get away.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In that case I’ll say good-bye. By-the-by, is there any -place where I can see the papers? Are you a member of the -Besogne Club?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At the White Club you’ll find all the daily papers.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And will one of your cards be enough to admit me?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I haven’t a card here, but——” Van Arlen looked -round, and his eye fell on the card of one of his subordinates. -“This will do just as well.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Merci!</span></i>” said Prigson, with a just perceptible smile, and -left him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When Van Arlen returned from the Minister’s private -room, he sent to ask the functionary whose card he had given -<span class='pageno' id='Page_308'>308</span>to Prigson to come to him, and, while waiting, wrote a note -to his wife, informing her of that gentleman’s arrival.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Before the note had reached its destination, however, the -person in question had already appeared on the scene. He -had been shown into the <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">salon</span></i>, where, after sending up his -name, he paced up and down for about half-an-hour, vainly -seeking for diversion in the four framed engravings representing -the divisions of the day, typified by English ladies in the -large bonnets and short waists of a fashion forty years old. -The alabaster clock, with gilt ornaments, was not going—it -had not gone for twenty years,—and the vases were as -clumsy in form as monstrous in colouring.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Everything dates from the year twenty,” muttered Prigson, -after a hasty glance at one article and another, “and these -things never break! The whole house and furniture is of -the year twenty—the girls too. Is none of them going to -appear? Hortense surely doesn’t require to make such a -toilette.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He pulled the bell. It had given no sound for the last -ten years;—but, as it happened, the maid was just passing -the door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Look here, my girl—you seem smart enough—just run -upstairs and tell your mistress I have only ten minutes to -spare, and I have to go out of town again directly.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thank Heaven!” thought Mevrouw, when the maid came -up with the message, “then he won’t stay to dinner!” and -in another moment she was downstairs, endeavouring, by -extra cordiality, to remove the impression which the long -waiting must have produced on Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m sorry, brother, you can’t stay to dine with us in a -quiet way,” she said after a time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you really make a point of it, Hortense, I can alter -my plans to suit,” answered Prigson; “but you must not let -me put you out in any way.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! not in the least; certainly not. You are always -<span class='pageno' id='Page_309'>309</span>welcome, and our table is large enough. And what are you -doing just now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At this moment I am living on my means, for the last -enterprise came to nothing. But now I really have my eye -on something good. You must try and persuade Van Arlen -to take it up; it is certain to make him rich——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was interrupted by “Good-morning, uncle!” in three -different voices; and the three eldest Van Arlens proceeded -to welcome Prigson, who, in entire disregard of the tone of -the house, embraced them one after the other.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Always the same,” said their mother, smiling, and shaking -her finger at him, and the three girls blushed and sat down. -Then appeared the two next, to be welcomed in the same -way; and presently the two youngest turned up, to be likewise -honoured by their uncle. All seven were as neat as if -they had come out of bandboxes, and each had some fancy-work -in her hand.</p> - -<p class='c011'>When the subordinate official whose card Van Arlen had -given to Prigson appeared in the former’s room as desired, -he was received with—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, Mijnheer Talm, I have just taken the liberty of -using your name.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You do me a great honour, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“One of my relations, Herr Van Noost Prigson, from -London, wished to be introduced to the White Club, and -you know I can’t go there!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mijnheer Van Arlen meant that his position was too -important to allow of his doing so. The official bowed—he -quite understood that.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I happened to have your card lying here, and I thought -you would be willing to do me that service.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly, very much flattered. Can I be of any further -service to your relative? Take him about anywhere? But -I don’t speak English.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_310'>310</span>“Oh, he speaks Dutch quite fluently,” replied Van Arlen; -“if one did not know it already, one would never guess that -he came from London. So it might be as well not to -mention it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mijnheer Talm was about to withdraw, with a low bow.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“By-the-by, Mijnheer Talm, is Department Y in order?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I thought there was no hurry about it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Minister has been asking me about it to-day, so I -should be glad to have it as soon as possible.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I can promise to have it ready to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was work enough in Department Y to occupy Talm -all day and all the evening, perhaps half the night as well; -his meeting Uncle Prigson was scarcely possible under the -circumstances.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In any case, there was not much chance of this happening; -for when Prigson had left the Van Arlens’ house, with a -promise to return at dinner-time, he went straight to the -White Club, and got himself introduced by a Secretary of -Legation; and when Leida went to the confectioner’s to -double the stock of dessert-ginger, she saw Uncle Van Noost -Prigson sitting at the club window! Her heart beat high -with so much grandeur.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And Talm’s conversation for the next six weeks consisted -principally of the English millionaire whom he had introduced -at the White Club at his chief’s request. He thought -it would do him no harm at the next chance of promotion.</p> - -<p class='c011'>We left Van Arlen alone in his private room at the Government -office. There are moments in life when one prefers -not to be alone, yet has not the courage to break away -from solitude; moments when a seemingly impossible -resolution must be taken, when one would be thankful if—instead -of thinking and acting for one’s self—one could -blindly follow the dictates of another. All the weight of his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_311'>311</span>important position had never oppressed Van Arlen so much -as the idea suggested to him by his short interview with -Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Imagine a man who, without knowing a note of music, is -handed the score of a symphony and told to read it. That -was about his state of mind with regard to the question Van -Noost Prigson had asked him. He had not a thousand -guilders in the world—not even a hundred.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He walked up and down his room, staring at one thing -and another, but unable to forget that thousand guilders, and -the smallness of his salary. If he had a thousand—no, not -one, but ten, twenty, a hundred thousand—would he not be -a happy man? Then he would really live, as he now only -had the appearance of doing;—distinguished society, pretty -dresses for his wife and daughters, all pleasant things vainly -desired, would be his! Imagination has peculiar force in -such cases, and Van Arlen’s painted this ideal life for him -with rough but forcible touches, till he was once more -recalled to reality and the starting-point of his reverie—the -thousand guilders!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Where was he to get them? He <em>must</em> have them. Sell -his possessions? The furniture was worth nothing. The -pictures?—who knew if the English engravings might not be -rare and valuable? He did not understand such things. -He had indeed pretended to some knowledge of art, but he -had none. If he had only the smallest grain! What would -a collector give him for them? Two hundred and fifty -guilders each? Surely they might be worth that. Perhaps -more—perhaps——</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then arrived documents for signature, and Van Arlen -signed his name—signed again, and yet again, and imagined -that he was endorsing bank-notes. Why was his name not -of equal efficacy when written on a cheque? He could -always pay the amount later on; it was only for the time he -wanted it.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_312'>312</span>Suddenly Van Arlen stood still. “Temporary—only -temporary—and if I pay it back, no one will ever ask after -it.” He opened a locked cash-box; it contained more than -enough to help him; it did not belong to him; it had only -been left in his care, to give account of when the sum was -complete. He stood up, and wiped his forehead, and once -more paced up and down.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Who was going to inquire after it? The Minister? He -had other things to think of. His colleagues? The affair -did not concern them; they did not even know of its existence. -His inferiors? They would certainly mind their own -business; and if they did not,—after all, he was their chief, -and could give them what answer he thought fit. There it -lay. He opened the little parcel. Surely no one knew the -numbers!</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was a knock at the door. Van Arlen started as if -he had committed a crime, yet kept looking at the money -that had been entrusted to him. It was in an unsteady -voice that he said, “Come in.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mijnheer Van Teuten would like to speak to you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Van Teuten?—I’m busy—well, one minute, then. Tell -him to come in.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The man ushered into the private room wrote a magnificent -hand. For the moment that was nothing to the point—yet, -after all, it was something, for Van Teuten owed his career -to it—“the best hand in the department.” He did not -write quickly—that was beneath his dignity—but for really -beautiful writing no one could come near him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten was visibly disturbed, as he stood facing Van -Arlen, who sat leaning over his desk. The cash-box was -shut.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Mr Van Teuten?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mr Van Arlen—I’m come—I hope you’ll excuse it. -I’ve come to make a request, on which my future depends.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen looked up from his paper, and coughed importantly, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_313'>313</span>fixing his dark eyes on the chief clerk, as though -he suspected him of high treason.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You know perhaps that—that I have absolutely no -means of my own, and, with the title of assistant secretary -(which I owe to my handwriting)”—here Van Teuten raised -his head with a certain pride—“in spite of my handwriting, -still only draw the salary of chief clerk.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you want to be promoted, Mr Van Teuten?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Promoted—that is to say, sir—not exactly; but, Mr -Van Arlen, I can’t live! I’m poor, sir, and—if I write a -good hand—Heaven forbid, sir, that I should boast of it; -but, well, it is hard that one should have one’s merits, and -be forced to suffer from poverty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen gazed fixedly at the owner of the fine handwriting, -and asked him for a definite statement of what he -wanted—his time was valuable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do excuse me, sir; but I’m nervous—I’m agitated. I -shall have to pay my rent on Saturday—three-quarters’ rent, -sir,—and I’ve nothing—nothing—not so much as <em>that</em>!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very sad for you, Mr Van Teuten, but you know that I -can be of no use to you in this matter.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Nay, Mr Van Arlen, you can. I only want two hundred -guilders—nothing more, and then I am saved—saved! And, -you see, if I stood alone, sir, I shouldn’t care—I should find -some way out of it,—but I have a wife and five children. Oh, -God! Mr Van Arlen, it’s my last hope. Don’t let me go -like this!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten pulled out a red pocket-handkerchief, and -dried a few tears with it. Van Arlen stared at him, still lost -in thought, and forgot the man’s request in the comparison -he was drawing in his own mind, between this case and his -own. At last he asked slowly, “What do you want me to -do?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Lend me two hundred guilders, sir,—that’s all that I -hope, I entreat, I beg of you——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_314'>314</span>“Just listen to me, my good Van Teuten, and don’t get -excited,—tears are not becoming in a man of your age. -We’ve all got to work for our families, and some men in -this world happen to be better off than others—but that’s no -reason for giving way to passionate grief. As to your -request, it’s out of my power to grant it. Next time there is -any question of increase in salaries, I will do my best to -improve your position, but for the moment I cannot help -you. If I did, I should have all your colleagues asking me -for the same thing to-morrow, and my position will not allow -of my coming to the assistance of officials in this way.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten was searching his mind for a word—a sentence. -To-morrow, when he did not want them, he might think of -hundreds; now, he could find none that would add force to -his entreaty. He soon gave up the effort, and tried another -tack:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The Minister is rich, sir,—don’t you think he might give -or lend me two hundred guilders?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen looked straight at him. True, the Minister -was rich, and what he refused Van Teuten he might yet be -induced to grant to Van Arlen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you would only speak for me, Mr Van Arlen,—I don’t -want to exalt myself—and yet, I believe—don’t take it ill of -me if I say so—I think my services are worth something—and -if His Excellency would be willing to give me the -money, I should be saved.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Probably His Excellency would have the same reasons -for declining as myself; but I cannot conceive, Mr Van -Teuten, that there is not one of your colleagues who would -be willing to help you out of a temporary inconvenience.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Would Van Arlen himself have found one so quickly?</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! plenty!—but they want security—they want a -guarantee; and ... do you think His Excellency would -become security for me?—or you, sir—your name will do -anything you like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_315'>315</span>“My good friend, you understand that I, in my position, -cannot afford to get mixed up with any such affair, nor can -the Minister either. Try and come to some arrangement -with your landlord, but don’t expect anything from <em>these</em> -quarters, under such circumstances. We can’t have anything -to do with such matters.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten bowed his head—he had exhausted his -arguments, and all to no purpose; he had completely forgotten -the eloquent address, thought out last night; the -courage with which he had armed himself had oozed away—he -went out silently. But suddenly he turned back.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If it were <em>outside</em> the official circle, sir, could you help -me then? I could get money at an interest of one per cent. -per month—only I must have the security of one of the -superior officials.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have told you, Mr Van Teuten, that I, in my position, -cannot occupy myself with any matters of the kind. I am -sorry for you, but I can do nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The man with the fine hand went away, slowly and -dejectedly, and Van Arlen was once more alone with—or -rather without—his thousand guilders.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>It is a mistake to suppose that, for the preparation of -jugged hare, a hare is necessary. Mrs Van Arlen understood -very well how to give a dinner, which, to the uninitiate, -seemed the finest kind of “company” dinner, and yet -consisted of the most commonplace everyday dishes. But -there is an infinite difference between rice in a dish and rice -in a mould—more especially when the latter is served with -lemon sauce. The ham was prepared <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à la mayonnaise</span></i>—Van -Arlen was so fond of that dish,—he always partook of -it when on those mysterious journeys of his; and then—you -need not have a whole ham for it, a few slices are quite -enough. Moreover, there stood, on the side-table, besides -the never-failing ginger and cheese, a silver dish with ten -<span class='pageno' id='Page_316'>316</span>little halfpenny tarts on it. It was quite a splendid dinner; -papa and uncle had each a bottle to himself, and besides -the ordinary wine glasses there were others of smaller size -for the better wine.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But, with all this magnificence, a certain gloom prevailed -among the Van Arlens. This is the way with the great ones -of the earth; they enjoy wealth and ease without appreciating -them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson, on the other hand, was, as usual, in excellent -spirits. He felt in nowise overawed by the splendour of the -feast, or the eight silk skirts which rustled round about him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You see, it’s just our ordinary family dinner,” said -madame, with a pleasant little laugh. Prigson gave the -obligatory answer, and paid no attention whatever to the -material part of the dinner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Which of you girls are going out with me this evening?” -he asked. “I can’t take all seven—three is the maximum—or -else your father will have to come too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You know, Prigson, my position is such that I cannot -devote a single hour to mere enjoyment.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Madame sighed, and said, in a compassionate tone, that -brother could form no idea of the life Van Arlen led.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No doubt,” said Prigson; “but I admit that it is far -from appearing to most people what it really is.” Prigson -made the remark entirely without sarcastic intention, and -went on, with a smile, “I would bet something that you -haven’t even read the paper yet, Van Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen usually read his daily paper from title to -imprint while taking his breakfast; but to-day he had -entirely forgotten it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I haven’t once looked into it; and here’s the proof,” he -said, taking it still unopened from his pocket.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So you haven’t seen my advertisement?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your advertisement?—no—did you insert one?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you remember our talk at your office?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_317'>317</span>Van Arlen had not forgotten it for one moment, and if -Prigson had paid more attention to him, and less to Caroline -and Leida (who, in fact, were very pretty girls), he would -have noticed that Van Arlen’s looks continually took the -vague direction which indicated that his mind was elsewhere. -His wife, who noticed it, ascribed it to the responsibilities -of his office; his daughters were thinking, this -evening, more of their uncle than of him. Certainly papa -was the very type of a handsome man, but uncle had something -very distinguished about him—especially since Leida -had told them about seeing him in the club.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What advertisement is that, brother?” asked Mrs Van -Arlen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, my dear Hortense, it belongs to those matters -which ladies can’t understand; but if it comes to anything, -and Van Arlen is willing to take a hand in it, he has only -to say the word. You can make your fortune over it, Van -Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The word “fortune” awakened in the Van Arlens a feeling -which used to come over them day by day, and had as -regularly to be suppressed. Now, however, they were able to -give way to it for a moment, and Van Arlen himself—still -under the influence of what he had endured that afternoon—looked -at Van Noost Prigson with interest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How could that be done?” asked Mrs Van Arlen almost -indifferently; while all the girls, holding their breath, -looked at Prigson in order to form their own conclusions as -to whether his project were practicable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“In the first place, you would have to give up your -situation; in the next, to leave the place; and in the third, -to work rather harder than you do at present; but, on the -other hand, you would earn six times as much money.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You evidently don’t know what the life of a Government -official is,” said Van Arlen, with a contemptuous smile at the -mention of harder work than his.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_318'>318</span>“Oh, dear, no!” said his wife; and the daughters looked -in consternation at the man who had dared to cast the -slightest doubt on the extent and importance of papa’s duties.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, what now, Van Arlen?” said Prigson, seeing that -his brother-in-law seemed once more lost in a brown study, -“are you off to that office of yours again? You had better -come to the opera with us this evening; that is to say, if -these ladies are inclined to come.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>A cold shudder—but it was one of delight—completely -overpowered the self-control of Frederica and Marie. They -scarcely knew the opera, except by name,—papa never went -there,—and it was very long since they had been invited by -any one else.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The opera?” said Van Arlen, “I don’t care about that; -it’s a sin against common sense.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I beg your pardon?” asked Prigson, perplexed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, all the people there die singing—I can’t get over -that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Eh?” said Prigson, evidently much taken aback; “well, -I never thought about that. But now I do think about it, -I should say that the opera is the most natural picture of -life. There are so many people that weep and wail all their -lives; is that so very much more unnatural than that they -should sing when they die? But, granting that it is as you -say, let’s go to an opera in which nobody dies. Isn’t <em>Don -Pasquale</em> on to-night, young ladies?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I think so, uncle,” answered Frederica, blushing, for -none of the girls even thought of looking at the theatrical -announcements. What was the good?</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, yes—<em>Don Pasquale</em>. Come, Van Arlen—that’s a -comic opera—just the thing for you!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind a -comic opera—not if it’s <em>really</em> comic,” he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come along, then—you’re sure to like <em>Don Pasquale</em>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, I can’t—another time, perhaps—I’ve too much to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_319'>319</span>do to-night,” said Van Arlen, absently looking at the -alabaster clock that did not go, but nevertheless seemed able -to tell him that it was now <em>his</em> time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” said his wife, “and if we’re to go to the opera we -shall have to dress.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Hortense! Hortense!” said Prigson, with a mischievous -glance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you mean, Prigson? Of course I can’t let the -girls go to the opera with a strange gentleman. I’ve always -done my best, brother, to give my daughters a <em>good</em> bringing-up.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson was too polite to answer; Van Arlen had folded -his hands,—his wife did the same, and soliloquised in silence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Six of the ten tarts left over ... perhaps the confectioner -would take them back ... at any rate, one might -try. Leentje might go and see.... The opera ... that -has not happened in the last ten years—what are we to do -about dresses?—we shall have to be quick about it.... -Amen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Her reflections were brought to an abrupt conclusion, for -Van Arlen had opened his eyes with a sigh, and once more -saw Prigson before him. Oh! what would he not have given -not to see him—to have opened his eyes in the consciousness -that he had been sleeping! Sleeping, from the moment of -meeting his brother-in-law in the street; sleeping, when the -latter reminded him of the debt, when he had been alone -after Prigson’s departure, when Van Teuten stood over him; -sleeping, too, that last quarter of an hour, when he stood -before his desk after Van Teuten had left him.... But he -had not slept—all, all was real ... and then to go to a comic -opera on the top of that!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Excuse me, Prigson, but I must go back to work -immediately, there are some documents wanted in a hurry.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! so things <em>are</em> sometimes wanted in a hurry at a -Government office?” asked Prigson. “No, thank you—take -<span class='pageno' id='Page_320'>320</span>one of my cigars—real Havannah, fifteen cents—delicious—just -try one.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, uncle, it’s positively sinful!” said Leida, who had -nearly forgotten etiquette so far as to hand him a light, -which at a ceremonial dinner would have been highly -unfitting.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sinful is it?... How old are you now, Leida?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Eighteen next birthday, uncle.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-bye, then—till later—no, don’t apologise. But -don’t go to sleep, Van Arlen,” Prigson shouted jocularly after -his host, and then added, turning to Leida, “A happy time -of life, Leida, I wish it were mine still;—but when I was -that age, I didn’t think fifteen cents too much to pay for -anything I liked.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How do you mean, uncle?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Just what I say, my dear girl. What is life, after all? -isn’t it always seeking for what you like, whether you understand -by that the smoking of a good Havannah, or the consciousness -of having done a good action? Enjoyment -means just what people like—and the older they are, the -more they want of it. It’s unjust of old people to say that -it’s the young ones that always want to enjoy themselves—the -old ones are just as set on it, but they get their enjoyment -out of other things. Well, any man who can get -himself one enjoyment for fifteen cents is certainly not -cheated out of his money.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, uncle, must one always have money to enjoy one’s -self?” asked Leida, naïvely, but very much <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">à contre cœur</span></i>—for -her whole life was in evidence to prove that, as a rule, -one must.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly not, my very charming Leida,” said Prigson, -rising, and added, as he embraced his niece, “That’s a treat -for nothing, do you see?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not for me, uncle,” said Leida, laughing mischievously, -as she ran out of the room.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_321'>321</span>“It’s really a pity that Van Arlen’s such a harlequin!” -muttered Van Noost Prigson to himself, and then went to -join his elder nieces at the window.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen was once more in his room, and had locked -the door—but he didn’t go to sleep. He had his hand in -his breast-pocket, and his fingers were clutching a little packet -that seemed to burn them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Borrowed? No—not borrowed; it was stolen—it was -not his. And yet he was not a thief—he had already as -good as put it back,—only the execution was awanting to complete -his intention. He strained his ears listening for Prigson -and the others to go out at the front door. As soon as they -were gone, he would hurry to the office and put back the -money! Why were they dawdling like that? If anything -happened to prevent his going—if he were to find the lock -out of order. Why did they not start? If there were a fire -in a street he had to pass—if he were to meet with an -accident.... Do be quick, Prigson! the money is burning -me—if I start now, we shall be in the street at the same time—then -I shall have to go with him, and he will have to walk -slowly on account of the ladies. Which way shall I go? -My hat—where did I put my hat? If Prigson were to take -my hat by mistake—happily it has a mourning band on it. -Why don’t you go, Prigson? Have you given up the plan?</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was a knock at the door, and his wife entered.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Are you going out, Van Arlen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, my dear, no.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I thought you looked as if you were going to start.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly not, certainly not! Go now, make haste, or -you’ll be late.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Perhaps you’re going to give us a surprise.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, no—I’ve too much to do—and I don’t care about -operas, where people die singing. Good-bye, Hortense, -good-bye! Don’t let the girls come up, I’m too busy.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last, at last, he heard the door close! and when Caroline, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_322'>322</span>as the eldest available daughter, came to bring papa -his cup of tea, his room was empty.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa has surely gone too,” she said, as she went down -again.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t think it’s very nice of him if he has. Why, he -said that if he went we should go too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa doesn’t care for operas.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! <em>I</em> think he likes them well enough, really—only——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>She stopped herself just in time, keeping back the word, -the great word, which might be thought, but never spoken, -in the Van Arlen household.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the family came home that night Van Arlen was -even more silent than he had been at dinner, but his silence -was a dull apathetic calm. The ladies had enjoyed themselves -“<em>awfully</em>”; their flushed cheeks and dancing eyes -spoke volumes for the effect of this unwonted gaiety.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, papa, you <em>must</em> go some time!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Was it comic opera?” asked papa.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes! indeed it was—awfully!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes—but <em>really</em> comic, <em>good</em> comedy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, very good,” said mamma.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen’s position was too important for him to let himself -be guided by any chance person who chose to label an -opera as comic. A thing must really be what it is given out -for.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I suppose you care nothing at all for tragedy, then?” -remarked Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, not altogether that, but a tragedy must be <em>really</em> -tragic.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The conversation, of which some fragments are thus -reported, will scarcely make the reader long to hear the rest. -The Van Arlens consistently kept up their depreciation of -sour grapes, to the great delight of Prigson, who amused -himself by defending all sorts of paradoxes. But though the -hands of the alabaster clock unchangeably pointed to half-past -<span class='pageno' id='Page_323'>323</span>one, it was getting late. Uncle Van Noost Prigson prepared -to take his leave, and Van Arlen made no great effort -to detain him. He thought his brother-in law a good -fellow, and, under certain circumstances, an indispensable -person; to-day, however, Prigson reminded him of so much -that he would willingly have forgotten, that his presence -became well-nigh intolerable. He breathed more freely -when Prigson got up to go; and it was with a certain cheerfulness -that he remarked, as he looked out at the front door -at the stars, “I see you’ve a fine night.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll hope so,” said Prigson; “but now, business for a -moment. I asked you for something this morning—not for -the sake of embarrassing you, but of getting myself out of a -hole. When can I have that money?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Will to-morrow evening do?” asked Van Arlen, with a -sigh of thankfulness that it was no longer in his pocket.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t let it be later than that—you know you’ve always -told me I could have it when I liked, otherwise I shouldn’t -have asked at such a moment.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, it’s no trouble to me!” said Van Arlen, though he -was wondering all the time where the money was to come -from.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now for my plan. I will guarantee that you get the -money back three days after the King has signed this concession—but -then you will have to work the Minister!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No one is in a better position to do it; the business is -honest enough, but, like all business, it has a shady side to -it: and the authorities have a nasty way of seeing the black -before the white. There <em>is</em> some black about it, I won’t -deny; but if you can manage to show up the white, we shall -be that thousand guilders to the good.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But I don’t see——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No need you should, for the moment. Take the papers -to your room, read them, think over them, and, once more, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_324'>324</span>three days after the granting of the concession, your debt is -no longer in existence.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Van Arlen!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What you ask—can it be reconciled with an honest -man’s conscience?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you take me for, Van Arlen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, -“For a man who wants to be rich.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Quite right, my dear fellow, and you should do the -same. With this concession your fortune is made. You -will have a situation with a salary of ten thousand guilders.” -And with a cheerful “Good-night,” Prigson departed, while -Van Arlen went up to his room.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was many hours before he rose from his chair. The -sun was shining in at the window, but he had no inclination -to sleep; he had been absorbed in the documents. He -read from beginning to end, thought for a while, folded them -up, and muttered—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Heaven preserve me from it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Thoughtfully he went to his office that morning. He -could find no solution to the Prigson question, and there -was nothing to help him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He was summoned to the Minister’s presence, and found -him extraordinarily amiable—a bad sign.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sit down, Mr Van Arlen, sit down,” said His Excellency. -Van Arlen obeyed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mr Van Arlen—it is possible I may be mistaken—but -it seems to me as if, just lately, you had shown—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">passez-moi -le mot</span></i>—less zeal for business than I formerly thought was -the case with you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your Excellency, I was not aware that I had felt less -zeal for my duties than at any other time.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is there anything worrying you? Your health?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It is excellent, thank you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_325'>325</span>“Domestic trouble?—it might be indiscreet to inquire—but -I take an interest in all my subordinates. Is there perhaps -any financial trouble? Just tell me freely. Our -salaries are not high, I know, but, if I am rightly informed, -you have some private means.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“At your Excellency’s service,” assented Van Arlen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I thought so, otherwise we might have thought of offering -you some assistance in this respect. But as it is, I -suppose the extent of your work is such that it presses too -heavily on one man; and so I have been considering the -feasibility of appointing one more official to my department, -subject to His Majesty’s approval of my nomination.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen turned deathly pale; now he understood the -Minister’s friendliness, and the fate that lay before him; -he understood also that the first offer was by way of gilding -the pill. He had refused the gilding from pride, but had to -swallow the pill all the same.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I assure your Excellency that I do not know what work -could be entrusted to such an official.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That is quite a minor detail,” said His Excellency, -naïvely. “However, I wished to consult you first about -the matter, and perhaps you will be so kind as to have the -proposal drawn up. Baron Regenstein is the person -meant.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The son of your colleague?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I believe so; but he is a man of great acquirements, -whose help will be extremely useful to you. I shall want -the paper before two o’clock.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen bowed and rose.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, as to salary, we shall give him eighteen hundred -guilders.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your Excellency will allow me to remark, that in that -case you will have exceeded the estimate for the department.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then we must see how we can manage with the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_326'>326</span>smaller salaries. Didn’t some one die a month or two -back?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, an assistant secretary.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very good; and I just heard this morning that we’ve -probably lost another. Van Teuten left town quietly last -night.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Van Teuten!” exclaimed Van Arlen, in consternation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes. Do you know anything in particular about -him?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“He came and asked me for two hundred guilders -yesterday.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, why couldn’t you let him have an advance? or -you might have sent him to me; if necessary, we could have -helped him by getting up a collection. But you’re too busy -to attend to such things; it’s a good thing we’re going to have -some extra help. Good-morning, Mr Van Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That, too!” said Van Arlen, when he was back in his -own room, and then called out to the messenger that he -could see no one.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A gentleman has been here; he said he would come -back.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can’t see any one to-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mr Van Arlen!” said a voice, just as the door was -closing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Impossible, sir, the Minister is in a hurry.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The door was shut, and the voice—and all persons with -whom it subsequently came in contact—were aware that -there was “something up,” perhaps a reorganisation of the -whole department.... So much only was certain, that -no one knew what it was but the Minister and Van Arlen, -which still further increased the latter’s importance.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the drawing up of a proposal for the appointment of -a supernumerary official was no joke. It was long since -Van Arlen had such a ticklish document in hand, and the only -reason it seemed to him that he could give was,—“Whereas -<span class='pageno' id='Page_327'>327</span>it is our pleasure ... to supersede Van Arlen.” At last, -however, he found the way to do it. By noon the document -was ready, and one of the copying clerks, in whose -discretion he placed unlimited confidence, was sent for to -prepare the mysterious paper for its high destiny, in Van -Arlen’s own room. At a quarter to two it was fairly written -out, and Van Arlen presented himself before the Minister, -who took the document, thanked him courteously, and -glanced through it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You have forgotten the date when the new appointment -is to begin,—the 1st of the following month,” said -His Excellency, in a tone which clearly conveyed: “Really, -Mr Van Arlen, your work is too much for you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen returned to his room with the paper in his -hand, and found Prigson at the door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good-morning, Van Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Excuse me, Prigson; I haven’t a moment to spare.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is it now? Country in danger? What’s that -document?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ministerial business.... Where is Mr Zuigman?” -This to the messenger.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Gone away, sir.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Tell him to come here immediately.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>But after his highly important activity in his superior’s -private room, the copying clerk Zuigman had understood -that he was in need of some slight recreation, and, alleging -a commission in town, he had gone off for a stroll round -the square. His immediate superior had given him leave -at once. One doesn’t refuse modest requests like that to a -man perceptibly high in Van Arlen’s favour.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What now?” said Van Arlen. “My head is going round. -Zuigman must come to my room the very first thing to-morrow -morning.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can I help you, Van Arlen? What is it has to be -done?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_328'>328</span>“Writing, man, writing!—a proposal addressed to the -King that will have to come before the Cabinet Council.... -I don’t know what to do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can’t you do it yourself?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I!” said Van Arlen, in consternation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, a good writing is not your strong point,” laughed -Prigson, “otherwise you never would have risen so high. -The man with the worst hand gets on best, because they -can’t keep him on as a copying clerk. Just give me a pen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Prigson, it’s a great document! strictly secret—no -one is to know anything about it!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll promise not to tell; let’s have a look.” And before -Van Arlen could prevent it, his brother-in-law had already -glanced over the paper.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Heaven be good to us! a magnificent bargain!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A bargain?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, of course! Now-a-days it’s not their own sons -that ministers help forward; they do it for each other’s. -Regenstein is to get this, and your man’s son has just been -put into a good thing by his father’s colleague. Splendid -exchange! Did you draw up the proposal?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have no time now, Prigson. Do be kind enough to -let me alone.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen rang the bell, and sent for one of the clerks. -Van Teuten entered.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mr Van Teuten!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Sir, I have—”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“We’ll see to that presently. Sit down, Mr Van Teuten, -and write—here—recopy this page; but mind you put in the -insertion! The first time a document of mine has been disfigured -by an insertion! My head’s going!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten wrote as he was told, and in a quarter of an -hour the work was finished. He perceived, with visible -complacency, how much better his writing was than that of -his colleague.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_329'>329</span>“Two different kinds of writing! Never yet happened -with a document of mine; and it’s got to go to the King -and the Cabinet Council!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>With these words Van Arlen rushed out of the room, -leaving Prigson alone with Van Teuten.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Can you copy decently?” asked Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I venture to say, sir, that there isn’t another hand like -mine in this department.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you earn at this work, now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Six hundred guilders, sir. Mr Van Arlen has perhaps -told you that I am financially in circumstances of great -difficulty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, it is indeed too little for a man who writes a hand -like that; but surely you’re out of all your troubles now?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I?—I just wish I were!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why, a man who knows all about a secret document -like this need not be poor any longer than he likes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Secret, sir?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Most particularly so,” said Prigson, turning away, while -Van Teuten considered with himself whether it could -really be the case, and whether, if so, he could profit by it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen came back, thanked the copying clerk, and -recommended him to keep the matter secret.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson stole a glance at Van Teuten, who was now -convinced of the truth of his words.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you want anything, Mr Van Teuten?” asked Van -Arlen, for the man remained standing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“May I venture to remind you of my request yesterday, -sir? Perhaps you know that ... that I ... yesterday....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, I know—nothing takes place in this department -without my knowledge; but the Minister and I have agreed -to take no notice of such ill-considered action on the part -of a member of this department—provided, of course, it is -never repeated.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_330'>330</span>“No, sir, I give you my word it shall not. Oh, if you -had only known what I felt this morning, when I thought of -my wife and children searching for me! I couldn’t stand it -any longer, sir, and I came back.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The wisest thing you could have done.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But that does not save me! I have obtained two days’ -respite; but after that—I am hopelessly lost, if no help -comes. If you will allow me, sir, I will go before the court -to-morrow.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’ll do better for you than that,—I’ll send a subscription -list round the office, and let you have the amount. His -Excellency is sure to put his name down too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And if there is any deficiency, I’ll make it up,” said -Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Certainly a State secret,” thought Van Teuten, amazed -and confused at the turn matters had taken,—which he -ascribed entirely to the secret. He too was involved in it,—but, -alas! he had read nothing, that was not his habit. -A good copying clerk never reads—he only writes. “To -begin on Aug. 1st,”—that was all he could remember. But -it must be a secret of the highest importance,—and the -stranger who seemed to have the principal share in the -business was—yes, what could he be? Then he remembered -that Talm had spoken of an English millionaire, introduced -by him at the White Club, and somehow connected with -Van Arlen;—but the millionaire, according to Talm, knew -not a word of Dutch—it was for that very reason that Van -Arlen had entrusted him to Talm’s guidance; and now the -secret document, and the unexpected help, and the change -in his fortunes—had Van Arlen, perhaps, been raised to the -ministry?...</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen and Prigson were left alone.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Did you look over my papers?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And——?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_331'>331</span>“I don’t want to be in it; your business is not—not -honest.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you call honest, Van Arlen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Perhaps I expressed myself rather harshly—it is not -what it seems to be.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>You</em> say that?” sneered Prigson. “Come, Van Arlen, -<em>that</em> can be no reason for you to dislike a thing. But we’ll -grant that it is more profitable for the contractor than for the -State—that’s a matter of course. Do you think we’re going -to make the State presents, while the Ministers put their sons -into all the fat Government places? Just tell me, on your -conscience, Van Arlen, is that an honest business, that -appointment? I bet something you had a heap of trouble -to give the thing a decent appearance?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen nodded.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, now, there’s a present of eighteen hundred -guilders being made to Regenstein. I suppose your Minister’s -son is getting double that? And am I to be fool enough -not to get my share out of the ‘Widow Woman’ too? Let’s -be wise, and follow the good example set us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen was silent.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shall I tell you something? The functionary now being -smuggled in—for whose coming you have been obliged to -find the reasons—is really appointed in order to oust you. -He is to do your work, and you are to become supernumerary, -and then who knows how soon you’ll be pensioned off?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then I shall fall honourably.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Cold comfort that; it’s surely no dishonour to prevent -the blow. Once more, I’ll give you a receipt for that debt; -I offer you a well-paid position, and if the concern comes to -smash—for that <em>might</em> happen—I will guarantee that you -shall lose nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“So you admit that the thing is not honest?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My good Van Arlen, you’re the very type of infantile -innocence. If it were quite safe and certain to be profitable, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_332'>332</span>I could do without your help. One word more,—if you still -refuse, Regenstein is a good friend of mine; he gets his -appointment on the first, and within a month from that -date I shall get what I want without applying to you. Just -think over that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson, you are a tempter.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Van Arlen, you are a fool.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If it should come out that I have been playing a double -game?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If this Minister is still in office, just remind him of that -appointment; if there is another, you can lay the blame on -his predecessor, and the disorder occasioned by the unnecessary -nomination of new officials.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But—I took an oath——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And didn’t the Minister do so too? Come, shut up -shop for to-day, and come and dine with me.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“With you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why not? Yesterday I was your guest, to-day you are -mine. I am staying at the Bellevue; but if there are too -many princes there for your taste, we’ll go and dine at the -Badhuis restaurant.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Impossible; I can’t leave the office till four. If you’ll -believe me, Prigson, I envy the clerks, who can take their -hats and go whenever they like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The burdens of greatness.... So you’re free at four, -are you? Well, I’ll drive round and fetch you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Accordingly, at four, Prigson arrived in a cab, and conveyed -not only Van Arlen, but his wife and Leida, to the -garden restaurant at Scheveningen known as the Badhuis. -They dined sumptuously, and did not even refuse champagne. -This was an unheard-of event in their lives—but they were -not paying the bill.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After dinner, as they were sitting on the terrace, they -perceived Mr Talm. Mr Talm had on flesh-coloured kid -gloves, and an eye-glass prominently fixed in his left eye, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_333'>333</span>the cord waving in the wind like the web of a gigantic -spider. Talm was quite presentable, and, being now of -opinion that the Van Arlens were presentable also, he -accosted them, and was honoured with an invitation to join -their party.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Madame thought it would be nice to walk up and down -the terrace, and Leida also showed herself pleased with the -idea. Talm offered his escort, and Prigson was once more -alone with his brother-in-law.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The business is clinched now, isn’t it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No,” said Van Arlen, “I have been thinking it over, -and I must abide by my first answer.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s a pity,” said Prigson—“a pity for you—for, as I -said, the matter will have to be got into shape without you; -but I should have liked to have you in it, because I’m heartily -sorry for you. Just excuse me a minute,” he went on, rising -and signalling to a stranger, who was casting sinister glances -at the teacups—“it is my friend Valtoucourt, one of the -associate concessionaires.... I’m sorry, for I could have -introduced you to each other—in fact, I shall have to do it -after all,”—and Prigson, continuing in French, presented -Baron de Valtoucourt to his brother-in-law, for whom he -invented a high-sounding title on the spur of the moment. -Van Arlen had never thought that his name would sound so -well in French. But French was not his forte, and now his -silence made him seem more solemn than ever; and he was -convinced in his soul that Baron Valtoucourt thought him -the pivot of all the home and foreign politics of Holland. -Prigson did his best to strengthen this hypothetical opinion. -“You see, my dear fellow,” he said to the stranger, “if Van -Arlen is willing, he can do anything, but he is fond of raising -objections—<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">ce cher</span></i> Van Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The stranger muttered, with amazing rapidity, a long -French sentence, of which Van Arlen could not seize a -word. He therefore confined himself to ejaculating now -<span class='pageno' id='Page_334'>334</span>and then “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">oui</span></i>” or “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">peut-être</span></i>,” and at the close wrapped -himself in a diplomatic silence. His wife and Leida -returned with their cavalier; the stranger greeted them with -a bow, as deep and solemn as though he were announcing -her death-sentence to the Queen of Spain; he then bowed -no less deeply to Talm, who, on his part, was not to be outdone, -and, deeply impressed by the high solemnity of the -occasion, made another low bow before Van Arlen. The -latter, having witnessed the performance three times, involuntarily -saluted his assistant secretary in a similar manner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was, in fact, most impressively solemn.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The stranger was a man who knew life, and could understand -that a man might fill a highly important position -without being an accomplished French scholar. He therefore -slackened the flow of his words, and assured them that -he should consider it a great honour to have Van Arlen as -a director.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But,” said Van Arlen, “I never said that!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Si, si</em>,” said the stranger, “we understand one another -perfectly;” and then he pressed his hand and gave utterance -to a friendly wish, whereat Van Arlen (unwilling to acknowledge -even to himself that he did not understand) replied, -“<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Nous verrons</span></i>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Next morning he sent for his wife and Leida to his own -room, and completely bewildered them, first by swearing them -to secrecy with regard to a conversation they had neither heard -nor understood, and next by completely losing his temper, -when Leida innocently asked: “Why, papa, you frighten me—one -would think it was high treason!” He was so violent -that Leida went off into hysterics, the girls came up to see -what was the matter, and Van Arlen left for the office in a -very bad temper.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He found that Prigson had been there, and was coming -back at three o’clock.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Minister not only refused to have anything to do -<span class='pageno' id='Page_335'>335</span>with the subscription list for Van Teuten, but hinted disapprobation -of those who had got it up; and let fall -expressions which tortured Van Arlen all the morning, -making him wonder whether His Excellency had penetrated -his secret. At last Van Teuten came, and he was forced to -acknowledge his failure. The poor man, nearly in despair, -was about to make a last effort, and ask the Minister to -become security for him, when Van Arlen had a luminous -idea.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I will——” he said. Van Teuten was overwhelming -him with thanks and blessings, when he interrupted him:</p> - -<p class='c009'>“On these conditions I will become security. First, the -money must be here by two; secondly, you must borrow, -not two hundred, but twelve hundred; thirdly, the whole -matter must be kept secret.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten was ready to promise anything,—he would -willingly have made him a present of his soul into the bargain. -Not long afterwards a former Government clerk, who was -now “in business on his own account,” was admitted to -Van Arlen’s private room. The money-lender was inclined -to make objections—twelve hundred guilders was a large -sum for a clerk whose income only amounted to the half of -that sum.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If I don’t raise that difficulty,” said Van Arlen indifferently, -“I see no reason why you should.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, you see—but you are mortal like the rest of us; -you might have to retire, or be put on half-pay—excuse my -suggesting such things, but they’re all possible.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re not lending money to me, but to Mr Van -Teuten; if anything of the sort were to happen, he would -find you a new security.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last the matter was settled, at an interest of seven -and a half per cent. The money-lender produced the twelve -hundred guilders, and carried off the bill, duly stamped, and -signed by Van Arlen and Van Teuten.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_336'>336</span>When the man with the handwriting was once more alone -with his chief, the latter said, “Two hundred guilders are -all you want for the present; I’ll keep the rest for you, in case -you should get into difficulties again. Never mind about the -interest—I’ll pay that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Teuten was fairly dazzled by such liberality. There -must be something behind it—probably the State secret.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The news went like wildfire through the department how -that unlucky devil of a Van Teuten had been set on his legs -again by Van Arlen! Zuigman knew what to think of it—<em>he</em> -had seen documents; but he never spoke, and that his -colleagues knew right well.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Talm, too, had his say on the subject,—Talm, who had -introduced the millionaire, and had, yesterday evening, -walked on the terrace at Scheveningen arm in arm with his -chief’s wife. Further and further spread the fire, and every -one made his conjectures. Van Teuten’s rescue remained -the great event of the day.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It struck three, when Prigson was announced. Van Arlen -was deep in his work.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What zeal! But of course you want to leave the books -in good order when you go!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’m not thinking of going, Prigson.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you say? And our agreement?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have made no definite agreement; but, in so far as I -have made any promise to join you, I withdraw it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What the deuce! Van Arlen, aren’t you right in your -head?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“On the contrary, I have come to my senses. When one -has been an honest man for thirty years, Prigson, one is -thoroughly in love with honesty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Especially the way it is appreciated! The reward of all -your honesty will be, that you fall from the tree, like an -over-ripe fruit, and lie there till somebody treads you flat.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Better so than trample on one’s self.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_337'>337</span>“That is a gymnastic feat I would rather leave to a Münchausen. -But you’re mad, Van Arlen—the matter is getting -into shape after all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you think so?” Van Arlen stood up, and looked his -brother-in-law straight in the face. “Do you think I would -ever allow it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My good friend, you won’t be asked. Regenstein is -going to negotiate the business.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then I’ll inform the Minister. The supernumerary will -be on his guard.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Like the dying gladiator—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">moriturus salutat</span></i>—it’s heroic, -but comic too. I’d be more sensible, if I were you, Van -Arlen.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson, when I came here this morning, with the feeling -that I had broken my oath and betrayed my country.... -Oh! I couldn’t stay here a day—I couldn’t live—I should -lay hands on myself.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Treason—perjury—you do choose such fine words! and -the real point is, whether you’re going to depart from an old -habit or not. Believe me, you’re the slave of habit.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I prefer to remain so.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson looked at him, and saw that his mind was made -up. But he had one resource left, “Well, I suppose you’re -your own master, and can do as you like.... But I’m -sorry—I shall have to remind you of what I asked you for -the other day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen put his hand in his breast-pocket, and laid a -small parcel on the table before Prigson, “Will you kindly -see if that’s all right?” he said.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson was disappointed. He did not need the money—in -fact, Van Arlen’s utter inability to pay would have been -worth another thousand guilders to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I suppose it’s all right,” he said, glancing over the notes. -“There, Van Arlen,” he said, with a sudden change of tone, -and a quaver in his voice, “give me your hand, old fellow! -<span class='pageno' id='Page_338'>338</span>you’re better than most men. Good-bye! Stay as you -are!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>He left the room, and Van Arlen, finding himself alone, -felt like a man saved from shipwreck.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is some weeks after the first of August. The new -official has long been installed, and the Minister does nothing -without consulting him. Everything passes through Mr -Regenstein’s hands.</p> - -<p class='c009'>It is Sunday afternoon. On Sunday afternoons, as a rule, -it is too hot for a walk; or, if not too hot, it is too cold. If -neither too hot nor too cold, it most likely threatens rain; -and if none of these three atmospheric conditions prevails,—well, -formerly Van Arlen always had urgent work to do. -This Sunday, however, he is quite at leisure, and the weather -is perfect, but—it is the anniversary of Aunt Cornelia’s -death.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen looks over the blinds at the passers-by, most -of whom are on their way to the Bosch. Here and there a -quietly dressed lady, with a Bible in her hand, threads her -way through the throng.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I think I’ll go to afternoon church,” says Caroline. -“Will you come, Frederica?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, Caroline,” answers Frederica, with a little sigh, -and they go.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Leida and Hendrika made a slight grimace.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa really might go out for a walk with us.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, fie! girls!” said their mother, “that would not be -at all proper on a day like this.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Couldn’t we keep the day just as well to-morrow, -mamma?” asked Leida simply. “I don’t see why we -should have to keep it up for twenty years; I’m quite sure -that Uncle Van Noost Prigson himself doesn’t remember it -now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The name made Van Arlen look up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, papa—have you heard anything more about the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_339'>339</span>situation uncle was talking about at dinner that day?” asked -Marie.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s all come to nothing, dear child; I have been -talking it over, but they say they can’t do without me at the -office.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, papa,” asked Hortense, “if they can’t do without -you, how does it happen that you have less to do than you -had?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Does the importance of a position lie in the mere -amount of work?” asked Van Arlen, with dignity.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa has this secret business now, you see,” said his -wife, anxious to help him out—she was looking straight -before her. “This business is, by itself, of tremendous -importance.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is that since Uncle Prigson was here?” asked Leida, -going up to her father, and laying her arm over his shoulder. -“You’re not angry with me any more, are you, papa?—you -know—since that morning?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen bent down to his daughter and kissed her on -the forehead. “No, little girl,—I can’t be angry with you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But you never travel now, papa. Has that part of your -work been taken away? That’s stupid!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The travelling has come to an end,” said Van Arlen -thoughtfully,—“come to an end for good and all.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The item “Travelling expenses,” in the Van Arlen budget, -was now replaced by another, which was, “Instalments and -interest on debt.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s a pity,” said Caroline, “because now you can never -take two of us with you, as you promised to do long ago.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That plan has come to nothing too, child. Besides, -I’m getting old.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, papa!—you old! that’s the first we’ve heard of it. -It must be since you gave up your glass of wine at dinner.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa has to keep his head clear, you see,” said Mrs Van -Arlen. “That’s the penalty of greatness, girls!”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_340'>340</span>She was silent, and they all followed suit. No one had -anything more to say. If only a caller would come!—but -since papa had entered on his important position as supernumerary -in the office, callers had been scarce. So the dull -Sunday wore away. The two eldest girls came home from -church; the dinner hour drew near, and, still in silence, the -Van Arlens took their places round the big table, on which -a soup tureen was the only dish visible. It does not take -long to eat soup, and the dessert, as usual, remained untouched. -Already Leentje had stuck her shining Sunday -face, and her hat with the flowers in it, through a crack of -the door, to give notice of her departure—for it was her -day out, and “it suited.” The family were still seated -round the table. Why should they rise?—the evening was -long enough. Suddenly, however, they were startled out of -their inertia by the front door bell. Leida went to answer -it, and immediately returned with Van Noost Prigson. Van -Arlen felt himself turn pale—was he to be tempted again?</p> - -<p class='c009'>His wife, too, was seized with panic—supposing Prigson -had not dined! Fortunately, he set her mind at ease forthwith.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I left the dinner-table before dessert, fearing that otherwise -I should not find you at home. I suppose you’re going -to Scheveningen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; it’s rather too crowded for me at the Badhuis on -Sundays,” said Van Arlen, feeling that it would not quite do -to allege to the widower the anniversary of his wife’s death -as their reason for remaining at home.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Crowded! The father of seven daughters ought simply -to revel in crowds. What do you say, nieces?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The nieces had no opinion to offer on that point.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Really, Van Arlen,” Prigson went on, throwing himself -back in his chair, and surveying the seven girls, one by one, -with a well-pleased expression,—“really, my dear fellow, you -ought not to stay at home on Sunday evenings! At any -rate you should send your daughters to church.”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_341'>341</span>The younger ones looked mischievously at Caroline and -Frederica.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It has always struck me as strange, Van Arlen, that there -are so many old maids at the Hague. What in the world -is the cause of that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Because the girls are rather hard to please, uncle,” said -Leida.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, that’s the reason, is it?” said Prigson, with an air -of simple faith. “I’m sorry to hear it—I’ve just come to -look for a wife at the Hague.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“For Cousin Cornelius, uncle?” asked Leida. “I -suppose he’s about twenty now, isn’t he?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good for nothing, girl! And have you heard, Van -Arlen?” he continued, turning to his brother-in-law.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What?” asked the latter.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! you know well enough,—you’re only pretending, -because you want to make out it’s a State secret.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“On my word, as an honest man——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s worth something, as we know. So you haven’t -heard? Next week your Minister’s going to resign.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The day before yesterday, it was brought before the -Cabinet Council, and His Majesty made as little difficulty -over the matter as I should have done. He’ll get the Grand -Cross now, and perhaps be Minister of State—but <em>you’ll</em> be -rid of him!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen sat looking at his brother-in-law, without -moving a muscle of his face, and the girls felt convinced -that papa knew just as much about the business as -Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And the best of it all is, that your friend Regenstein has -been doing his level best to pull His Excellency down! -Well—reap as you’ve sown!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson, we’re not alone here.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I see no earthly reason why your wife and daughters -<span class='pageno' id='Page_342'>342</span>may not know it. I hate these mysteries. They may shout -the whole thing from the housetops, for all I care.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But think of my position!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It will be greatly improved, Van Arlen. Regenstein -has made his own terms, like a sensible man; but I’ll tell -you about that later. As soon as I heard that His Excellency -was going to close his portfolio, I came to the Hague -at once; last night I had a talk with him, and now my -business is done. The Minister wasn’t of the same mind -as a certain fellow I know, when <em>he</em> found himself set aside.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Prigson!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“All men are not equally conscientious, my dear man. -His Excellency had too much common sense to make -difficulties,—but that’s not to the point. Enough that the -matter’s settled! By Jove, but I’m sick of it! To Amsterdam -yesterday—to Rotterdam this morning—but now I’m -going to get some rest!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen shook his head doubtfully over such lack of -principle.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And are you remaining in town some days?” asked -Madame, with distinction.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That depends, Hortense. I’ve told you what I came for.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Uncle is sorry for the Hague ladies,” said Leida. “But -remember, uncle, they’re very hard to please.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I think I shall have to run off with one. What would -you do, Van Arlen, if a fellow ran off with one of your -daughters?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson, my daughters are far too well brought up, ever -to be exposed to the danger of such a thing.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But supposing a man comes and proposes in due form?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I think it’s going to rain,” said Marie.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Dear me! isn’t that picture hanging all on one side,” -exclaimed Hendriek, at the same moment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Mamma, have you noticed that the edge of the tablecloth -is all ravelled out here?” asked Hortense.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_343'>343</span>Frederica rose to pick up her napkin, which she had -dropped.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shall we have tea in the front or back room, mamma?” -asked Antoinette, whose turn it was to see to the housekeeping -this week; and they rose, followed by Caroline, who -went over to mamma, to whisper a very confidential communication -with regard to a ribbon in the latter’s cap. -Leida was lighting a spill for papa. “You might as well -ask, uncle, what is the amount of the dowry papa is going -to give us,” she said, handing Uncle Prigson a light at the -same time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Pretty girls need no dowry,” answered Prigson.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thanks for the compliment to your nieces,” said Leida, -with a roguish curtsey, as she left the room.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Prigson and Van Arlen were once more alone.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson,” said the official, “I must repeat to you candidly -what I have already told you—you’re not playing a -fair game.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you think I want to turn your daughters’ heads?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I didn’t mean that—your enterprise, which now seems -about to succeed——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Say, which <em>is</em> going to succeed; but let that matter rest -just now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Surely you have a conscience, Prigson?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“An amazingly big one, Van Arlen; and, between ourselves, -I think it’s made of some elastic substance, most -likely of the same material as your Minister’s and your friend -Regenstein’s.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson! Prigson! a time will come——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Dear me! Van Arlen, what a platitude!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You’re scoffing, Prigson; but listen, you set store by the -respect of your fellow-creatures—mine, for instance; you -told me once that I was better than many men.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well remembered; but have I forfeited that respect?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not quite, yet—but still——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_344'>344</span>“The greater part? Good. Now the proof of the sum; -Van Arlen, I want to ask you for the hand of your daughter.”<a id='r37' /><a href='#f37' class='c010'><sup>[37]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>“Prigson, do remember that we are discussing serious -matters.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But, Van Arlen, I’m speaking as seriously as I ever did -in my life. Your Leida is a nice, pleasant, merry girl, with -a good heart, and—excuse my having seen a little deeper -into your domestic economy than perhaps you like—Leida -knows how to keep house.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your age!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you reckon by the heart or the head?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You might be her father!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If I had six more daughters, like you, I wouldn’t envy -their position. I don’t understand, Van Arlen, why you -should make any difficulty about it; a father of seven girls -ought surely to be glad enough to get rid of one of them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You forget that a daughter’s marriage involves expenses -too heavy for a household like mine.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I will bear the cost of everything.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen was silent, and reflected. He had just been -calling Prigson a dishonest man,—was he going to give -him his daughter? Could he answer for such a step to his -own conscience?... But it was a good match after all ... -and then ... seven daughters! And the outfit! But -perhaps that was only a nominal present after all ...; perhaps -Prigson only meant to reckon it as cancelling the -money still due to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Our debt—” he began.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Cancelled on the wedding-day.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The prospect was, in truth, a seductive one; but how -could he give his daughter to a man without a conscience? -Suddenly there occurred to him a way of escape, which -united in itself all possible advantages.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_345'>345</span>“Prigson, with me everything must give way to my -children’s happiness; I have never forced any of them into -a marriage” (in fact, the opportunity had never offered), -“and I would not attempt to prevent a union which——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Arlen paused—Prigson waited.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Which may, perhaps, lead to your happiness—even your -higher happiness, Prigson. The influence over you may -have the power to inspire you with better feelings, with—let -me speak plainly—more moral principles.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was an inspiration of the moment,—but Van Arlen, by -this time, was quite convinced that it was his principal -motive in consenting.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Will you let us hope so, Van Arlen?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Would not Caroline, who is nearer your own age——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am convinced that Leida’s influence will act on me -more powerfully,” said Prigson, humbly. “What do you -think of taking a drive out to the baths now? I shall have -a better chance of getting a few words with Leida than here, -where there are always six more of them sitting sorrowing -that the offer was not for them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I do not think my daughters would take that view of -each other’s happiness.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Come! we’re getting on!—you call it happiness, do you? -Will you have a fly ordered?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The nearest driver is a Roman Catholic.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, of course he must not drive us; that would begin to -play the mischief with the moral principles at once. I’ll go -and find a Calvinist cabman.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>That same evening Leida called her uncle by his first -name; and in two months’ time the Van Arlens were giving -a ball in honour of the engagement,—a thing they had never -done before,—with Prigson’s money. Talm appeared at this -festivity; and the man with the handwriting, who was -<span class='pageno' id='Page_346'>346</span>accustomed to amuse his leisure hours with the clarionet -(purely for the love of art, of course), also assisted—at a -distance. He told his friends next morning that he had -been one of the invited guests, and that Mr Talm would -probably get a good piece of promotion before long, for he -had been dancing all the evening with one and the same -Miss Van Arlen—who, moreover, gave him her bouquet -when he left!</p> - -<p class='c009'>The ball had important consequences, moreover, for five -more of the Van Arlen girls; and the old man now lives on -his pension, with his wife and eldest daughter. He often -calls to mind his important position,—especially the time -when he was entrusted with such very, very confidential -business, of which no one knew anything at the time, and no -one knows anything to this day.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Gerard Keller.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>ROUGH DRAFT OF A NEW SET OF REGULATIONS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c0'> -<div class='nf-center c003'> - <div><span class='sc'>For the Benefit of Servants and their Employers.</span></div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>The milkman must be made to understand that it will not -do to ring people out of their beds at seven in the morning, -and make them catch cold at the front door.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Pianos are not to be locked by the family after using; the -servants would like a little music now and then.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The master and mistress must consult the servants before -subscribing to newspapers and magazines. The foolish -choice that is often made in this respect is very trying to the -feelings of the latter.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Another practice that cannot be too strongly reprobated, -is that of carrying off books and magazines from the circulating -<span class='pageno' id='Page_347'>347</span>library to people’s bedrooms before the servants have -read them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Madame and the daughters of the house should always -knock properly before entering the kitchen.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When visiting the servants’ own rooms, they should always -send some one up to announce them first.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the housemaid is sent to order a cab, it by no -means follows that she is to tell the cabman to drive her -home by the shortest way.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If the master and mistress are medically attended by a -Professor, it will not do to let the servants be treated by an -ordinary doctor.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Stale bread will no longer be eaten.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When a serious misfortune is impending—<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">e.g.</span></i>, a bankruptcy -or the like—the servants ought always to be warned -in time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>If the family have a box at the theatre or the opera, the -servants should have the full use of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The family should not speak French at table while the -maid is in the room, unless it has been previously ascertained -that she understands that language.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Tips ought to be compounded for, just as much as tithes.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>Uilenspiegel.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c005'><em>THE STORY OF A BOUQUET.</em></h2> -</div> - -<p class='c011'>Alfred possessed two qualities common to many young men -besides himself,—he was in love, and he had very little money.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His condition was therefore a sad one; but he cherished -the hope that the lovely Clara would not only make a good -wife, but also put an end to all his pecuniary embarrassments. -So he neglected nothing that he thought might please her.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Every one knows that homage when offered in the shape -of flowers is, as a rule, well pleasing to ladies. But, unhappily, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_348'>348</span>the world is at present so prosaically constituted, -that even the perfumed children of Flora are not to be had -except for money,—and this point constituted, as we have -already seen, the Achilles sinew of our enamoured here.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Day and night his thoughts were occupied with this -difficulty, and, when it did not keep him awake, his sleep -was filled with uncomfortable dreams.</p> - -<p class='c009'>After one of these weary nights, another bright morning -had dawned,—the larks were singing, the roses were in -bloom, and Alfred was busy cleaning his pipe.</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the midst of this poetic occupation, he was suddenly -inspired with a practical idea. He sketched out a plan which -would have done no discredit to the most finished diplomatist, -and executed it with an energy worthy of a worse cause.</p> - -<p class='c009'>He had been accustomed to sell his cast-off garments to a -humble citizen of much experience in retail trading; and, -considering the man’s astuteness and eloquence, he had -often been seized by a suspicion that he (Alfred) had not -got the best of the bargain.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This must be put an end to. He broke off his commercial -relations with the experienced dealer, and concluded a -treaty with a nursery-gardener’s boy, to whom he presented -his worn-out clothes; in return for which the boy engaged -to gather him a bouquet, from time to time, late in the -evening, and bring it to him with the necessary discretion.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This plan answered well enough for a time. The boy -brought the flowers, and received in return, gifts of equal value,—a -hat, adorned with dints like a Homeric shield; a waistcoat, -wofully stained down the front; and a coat, whose collar -shone like a meteor; and furthermore, a pair of shoes, on -which the cobbler’s art could no further go.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On the morning of a bright summer day, the gardener’s -boy, being unable to come in person, sent up by another -hand a magnificent bouquet of roses, which Alfred, without -loss of time, despatched to his adored Clara.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_349'>349</span>Full of joyous hope, and sure of a friendly welcome, he -sped the same evening to the house of his chosen one, but -found, to his great disappointment, that he was received -with decided coolness.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You sent me a note this morning,” began Clara, after an -awkward pause.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A note?” he asked, in astonishment; “I?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, with the flowers—”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/i_349.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“YES, WITH THE FLOWERS—”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, I did send some flowers—roses——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Into which this note was stuck,” went on Clara, freezingly. -“Here it is—do you deny having sent it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And she handed the miserable man a piece of paper, on -which he read, to his consternation—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Don’t forget the old boots you said you would give me last -week.</em>”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><cite>Uilenspiegel.</cite></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_350'>350</span> -<img src='images/i_350.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“TO HOLD UP FOR THE KISS.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_351'>351</span> - <h2 class='c005'><em>UNBIDDEN GUESTS.</em></h2> -</div> - -<h3 class='c025'>I.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>Notary van Elst generally comes home from his -office about five in the afternoon, and his return to -the bosom of his family is a pretty sight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Van Elsts’ neighbour,—unsociable old bachelor that -he was,—noticing how eagerly this return was watched for -every afternoon and greeted with joyful acclamation, had a -way of turning away his head, and muttering crossly, “I -might have known that sort of thing too, if only——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>In the <em>bendy</em><a id='r38' /><a href='#f38' class='c010'><sup>[38]</sup></a> sent to fetch Van Elst, the curly head -of his eldest child was always to be seen; Nonnie and -little Ada were always watching for him on the verandah -steps when he drove up; and no sooner did the wheels -crunch over the gravel than a pretty little wife would come -flying out with the brightest, pleasantest face imaginable, -which she never forgot to hold up for the kiss which was -always forthcoming, unless the children interfered, clinging -about him as they did, and clamouring for attention.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Then came an interval of peace. Papa went to dress, -and mamma sent the little ones out for a walk; and when the -old bachelor returned to his verandah,—having been away -for his bath meanwhile,—he would see his gentle little -neighbour seated at the tea-tray as placidly as if she had -not been busy the whole day running here and there,—now -urging a perverse “boy” to work, now disposing of a contumacious -pedlar or unreasonable <em>lengànan</em>,<a id='r39' /><a href='#f39' class='c010'><sup>[39]</sup></a> or, most frequent -occupation of all, flying to soothe the children in -the countless infantine woes and accidents which were -always occurring.</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_352'>352</span> -<img src='images/i_352.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“WHEN THE OLD BACHELOR RETURNED TO HIS VERANDAH.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_353'>353</span>It really <em>was</em>, and not merely in the old bachelor’s fancy, -a pretty sight.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wife got all the newspapers and letters, and the -master of the house innumerable cups of tea. He would -retail all the items of news,—she, the children’s pretty sayings -and doings; and if she felt a craving to unburden herself of -domestic grievances, she found him ready to listen, as far as -appearances went, at least.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Is there no news to-day?” she asks, when the little -disturbers of the peace have been sent out, and her husband -throws himself back luxuriously in his lounging-chair.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! yes, a great piece of news. Just guess.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! come; do tell me. You know I hate guessing.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, then, a letter from our cousins the Martendijks. -Where on earth did I put it? Oh! here it is in my coat -pocket. Well, there’s not much in it, except that they ask -if we will have them on a visit.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The <em>Martendijks</em>!” Jo exclaims, her face lengthening. -But immediately she recollects that they are relations of her -husband’s; and as this is rather a sore point with him, she -hastens to add: “What do <em>you</em> say to it, Max?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, you see,” answers Max, “I have been wondering -whether we should not write that you are not yet strong -enough for visitors.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo does not indeed look strong, with her fitful colour, and -that languid droop of the eyelids, but, like most mothers of -a family who know how ill they can be spared, she is loath -to allow that she is not robust, and does her best to persuade -herself and every one else that, once she has got -over this or that, she will be perfectly strong.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; you must not do that. We can’t let them stay on -at that hot Soeka-Manies, especially with the bad season -coming on. When do they propose to come?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“On the 5th.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good gracious! the day after to-morrow! And I have -<span class='pageno' id='Page_354'>354</span>to put clean curtains on the beds! They might have given -us longer notice, I think. Surely Emily knows as well as I -do that there are always some arrangements to make in a -busy household.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Then am I to write that they are welcome?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes; we can’t well do anything else. Another cup of -tea, dear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Here follows a pause. Mr Van Elst puffs away contentedly -at his cigar, while his wife begins to fidget a little. -At last, laying her hand on her husband’s, she says, hesitatingly, -“Do you know why their coming is not very -convenient just now, dear boy? the <em>godown</em> is nearly -empty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Empty <em>again</em>? My dear Jo, what on earth becomes of -the things?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And as if this remark—a favourite one with married -men, and generally as unjust as it is senseless—were not -enough, he continues, in an aggrieved tone: “Good -gracious, child! it is not three months since I ordered in a -whole supply. Are the four boxes of wine finished? And -all those tinned things? And all the casks of butter?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, not yet. If no visitors were coming, we could easily -hold out for another month; but you absolutely must order -in a new supply now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A new supply! And the beer not paid for yet at the -bazaar! It’s all very well for you to talk, but you forget it’s -easier to order than to pay.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, Max! how can you speak so?” was Jo’s only -answer. She might, if she chose, have retorted that it was -he who drank so much wine,—though certainly <em>she</em> required -the stimulant more than he did,—that the tins were rarely -opened except on the numerous occasions when he brought -home friends to dinner, and that it was he who grumbled if -the dinner ever chanced to be a little scrimp. But she -made no remark, and merely turned a piteous little face to -<span class='pageno' id='Page_355'>355</span>her husband, which resulted in his immediately exclaiming: -“Well, dear! don’t worry about it.” And then he continued, -impelled to vent his wrath on something,—“But -living is so confoundedly dear here, that a fellow is at his -wits’ end to know what to do. And then come visitors to -ruin you altogether.... They asked for an answer by -wire,” he added, after a pause.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, it does cost a good deal of money,” said Jo; -“but, oh dear! if it is to please them!—”</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the morning of the 5th came, the Van Elsts’ -neighbour over the way congratulated himself on his single -blessedness, remarking to his dog, “That’s what comes of -getting married.” He relented after a little, however, when -his cup of coffee had put him in a somewhat better humour, -and added: “After all, Van Elst is not so much more tied -than I am. It isn’t often he’s interfered with. It’s a marvel -how that woman always finds time for everything.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>To-day, however, Mrs Van Elst found it rather difficult to -fit in everything. She was dreadfully busy; and, as might -be expected, lost her temper a little, got cross with the -“boys,” gave Nonnie a push, and Max a sharp answer, -and then was stung with remorse, and said, resentfully, -“that she could not understand why Cousin Martendijk -had not written sooner; it was such short notice,—such a -nuisance!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was indeed. For when Van Elst came home at mid-day, -and she met him with the query if everything did not -look nice? he saw by her flushed cheeks, and the dark -rings under her eyes, that she had over-exerted herself.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, very nice indeed; but you have been doing far too -much again,” he said, reproachfully. “Do take a rest now,” -he added, pouring her out a glass of port.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Thanks, dear; but I must go and dress first.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, yes, presently,” he said, as he seated himself beside -her on the couch, holding her back as she struggled to free -<span class='pageno' id='Page_356'>356</span>herself, and then resorting to endearments and caresses -which he well knew would retard her escape.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Presently a carriage drove up to the door. Jo sprang up -in dismay, and made a bold attempt at flight; but she was -caught in the act, and found herself face to face with the -Martendijks! Very smart did Mrs Martendijk look in her -white gown, flounced and embroidered; and Jo became -painfully conscious of her own dishevelled hair, her soiled -and crumpled <em>kabaja</em>, and old faded <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarong</span></i><a id='r40' /><a href='#f40' class='c010'><sup>[40]</sup></a>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My wife was just going to dress,” remarked Van Elst, -aware of her embarrassment; “we did not expect you -before two o’clock.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, so we wrote; but we changed our plans. It would -have made us so late for luncheon, and that does not suit -my complaint, you see,” said Martendijk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If you had sent me word, I’d have made a point of -being ready,” said Jo.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, of course, I had not time to think of that with all -the bustle of starting. How d’ye do, Njo?”<a id='r41' /><a href='#f41' class='c010'><sup>[41]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>Now the reader must know that Njo, to whom Mrs -Martendijk addressed this remark, was the Van Elsts’ pride -and joy. They had two dear little girls besides—very fine -children, too,—but Njo; their Njo! when <em>he</em> came into the -room, the father’s and mother’s eyes wandered involuntarily -in his direction, and instinctively they would pause in their -conversation to allow their visitors an opportunity of expressing -their admiration, and their amazement, over “<em>Such</em> a -fine little fellow! Such a <em>huge</em> child!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Our Njo” looked perfectly charming to-day. Mamma -had brushed the pretty brown curls herself, to do him -<span class='pageno' id='Page_357'>357</span>justice in the eyes of her husband’s relations; and it was -with his most roguish expression, and his usual winning -manner, that he held up his little face with a merry laugh -for the new aunt to kiss. And Aunt said nothing but “How -d’ye do, Njo?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Max glanced at his wife; but she replied by a sign which -was meant to convey some such remark: “You can’t blame -her for it; she doesn’t understand children,” and that -checked Max’s rising resentment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All this time the poor hostess was sitting very ill at ease; -she kept up the conversation for a few minutes, and then -asked if her cousin would not like to be shown to her room.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But Mrs Martendijk preferred to drink a glass of port -first, so Jo had to remain sitting in the <em>kabaja</em> and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarong</span></i>, -which seemed to her more soiled and faded every moment.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>II.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>It was doubly annoying to the dainty little hostess to be -surprised in such slovenly attire, because this was her first -introduction to the Martendijks, and she had set her heart -on making a good impression on them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Though Emily and Johanna now met for the first time, -their husbands were cousins and old acquaintances. Van -Elst had been under some obligation to Martendijk’s -father; and although he had not much in common with his -cousin, he had always remained on friendly terms with him, -in acknowledgment of his uncle’s past kindness.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They had both gone abroad at the same time, and after -the lapse of ten years they thus met again, both married—the -one managing partner in a sugar factory, the other -notary in a prosperous place in the eastern province of -Java.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was no resemblance, not even a trace of family -likeness, between the cousins.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_358'>358</span>Max was a strongly built man of middle height, broad-shouldered, -and remarkably robust, with clear blue eyes, -fresh colour, a full beard, and a laughing mouth; while -Piet Martendijk was one of those long lean men whose -appearance suggests that they have not been over fed -in their young days, with scanty whiskers and hair, a long -neck, and alarmingly thin legs; his complexion was sallow, -his eyes lack-lustre, and his lips without a smile, which -made some ladies pronounce him interesting, others distinguished, -and men declare it a sin that he should have -such a fine-looking wife.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She <em>was</em> a good-looking woman, with her handsome and -graceful figure, her regular features, her luxuriant mass of -dark hair, and her tasteful dress. But, after a few days’ -acquaintance, one found oneself wondering curiously if -there was nothing could call forth a change in the expression -of her eyes,—so cool was their gaze, and so indifferent, -that a warm heart involuntarily shrank before them. Impassive -faces of that sort have sometimes a certain fascination,—one -is ready to imagine that the well-controlled -features mask some deeply hidden sorrow, some tragic -secret, that there is warm blood in the pale cheeks, and -a passionate heart beating in the seemingly placid bosom. -But Mrs Martendijk’s whole personality was so insignificant, -her talk so trifling, and her smile so cold, that it would -have been difficult for the most romantically inclined to find -her interesting; and for the Van Elsts it was absolutely -impossible, as they knew her whole history.</p> - -<p class='c009'>A most commonplace one it was. The eldest daughter -of a man who had made his money in the cheese trade, -she had known Martendijk for years without thinking of a -tenderer relationship, and had got engaged to him by correspondence, -after he had been some time in the Indies, and -the idea suddenly occurred to him of winning her as his wife. -As soon as the old cheesemonger had made satisfactory -inquiries into the prospects of the sugar trade, all arrangements -had been completed by letter, and she had “come -out.”</p> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<span class='pageno' id='Page_359'>359</span> -<img src='images/i_359.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic001'> -<p>“ONE OF THOSE LONG THIN MEN.”</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_360'>360</span>It was a childless marriage. Both professed themselves -highly satisfied with this state of matters,—an assertion -which usually suggests the old story of the fox and the -grapes, but which might gain credence in this case considering -the peculiar tastes and dispositions of the couple.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Fresh from her toilet, in her dainty white <em>kabaja</em>, with the -faintest touch of colour lending a downy softness to her -pretty little face, Mrs Van Elst stood in the verandah awaiting -her guests.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With the self-complacency of an active housewife she let -her eye rove over the tempting table, to the sideboard with -its sparkling crystal, and to the side-table where the dishes -stood ready to be handed round. “What a shame to let -everything get cold,” she said to herself, greeting Max as he -entered with the query if the “boy” had not announced -luncheon.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, and I have called them myself too,” says Max, a -little crossly, for he loves to have the curry served hot, “but -they don’t seem to be ready yet. How splendid it looks,” -he continues, and, with a furtive glance round to make sure -that the children are out of the way, he helps himself from -one of the dishes to a leg of roast fowl. He has abundant -time to pick the bone leisurely before the guests appear, -with the immediate request from Emily that the door may -be closed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, cousin,” Max exclaims, “it will be so frightfully -stuffy here!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, but there’s such a draught just now; and that’s so -dangerous for Piet’s complaint, you see. So—if you don’t -mind?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>They seat themselves, and the “boys” begin to wait. Jo -is glad to see that the cook has exerted herself to the very -<span class='pageno' id='Page_361'>361</span>utmost, and throws a contented little nod across to her -husband, as much as to say, “Now, haven’t you a clever -little wife?” to which he replies convincingly by helping -himself very liberally from the various dishes.</p> - -<p class='c009'>All at once Jo discovers that Cousin Martendijk is eating -away at <em>dry rice</em>!</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Won’t you have some curry?” she asks; “or perhaps -you would rather——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, thank you, cousin, I often eat my rice dry.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do have a little piece of fricassee, then!” she exclaims -in dismay, as he lets even that indispensable dish pass.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, it’s so dangerous to eat fricassee. You never know -what it’s made of. And when one is a martyr to indigestion——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, come,” Max exclaims impatiently, “you don’t need -to be afraid of anything of that kind here. Jo always makes -the fricassee herself, and most delicious it is, I assure you.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, a small piece then.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mrs Martendijk ate very little also; and Jo could not -help noticing how Cousin Martendijk, who was rather shortsighted, -gave a disdainful sniff every now and then at one -or other of the dishes, and how his wife, without even -honouring them with a glance, sent away one after another -with a brief but decisive “<em>tida</em>.”<a id='r42' /><a href='#f42' class='c010'><sup>[42]</sup></a></p> - -<p class='c009'>My gentle readers will admit that this was a very trying -experience for a hostess. Jo begins all at once to doubt her -own domestic capabilities, and the painful conviction grows -upon her that the fowl must be very tough, and the fish not -fresh, and that there is a want of variety. A sort of dumb -rage at the cook gradually takes possession of her,—she has -such a trick of making the <em>sambalans</em> too hot; and she casts -a vindictive glance at the “boy” when he forgets to hand -round the pickles. And when the pickles are likewise smelt, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_362'>362</span>and examined, and declined, she feels her face blaze, and -her appetite vanish, and a wild longing comes over her for -the moment when she can give the signal to rise from -table.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My dear cousin,” began Emily the next morning, following -Jo into the store-room, where she was busy giving out -provisions, “I think you were rather hurt at our eating so -little yesterday, were you not?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, to tell the truth——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Now then, to put it all right, I’ll just tell you what was -the real reason. You use cocoa-nut oil, don’t you? and you -don’t make it at home! I tasted that at once.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, that is true; the cook has enough to do as it is.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, my dear! don’t you pay any attention to a cook -like that. They can easily get through all their work. And -do you know why Piet ate so little? Everything was too -strong for him. I’m just telling you, you know, so that you -may manage things better another time.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, but that won’t be so very easy,” Jo ventured, -“because—well, you see, my husband likes his food very -highly seasoned.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That <em>is</em> a pity. But,” continued Emily, with an amiable -little laugh, “I know what you can do. Have some <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">sambal</span></i><a id='r43' /><a href='#f43' class='c010'><sup>[43]</sup></a> -made separately for him, and he can mix it with his food. -We must adapt ourselves to one another, must we not?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, certainly,” said Jo, “if there happens to be anything -else you don’t care for, or that is bad for Cousin Martendijk’s -inside——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, no, thank you! We had a delicious dinner yesterday -evening. Your cook is a capital hand. Oh, wait a -moment, though, I had nearly forgotten. My good man is -accustomed to have a cup of <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">bouillon</span></i> about eleven o’clock, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_363'>363</span>and I a cup of chocolate—but it must be <em>chicken</em>-broth; he -is not allowed beef-tea.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Very well,” said Jo, a vision immediately rising before -her of the wrath of her cook when told that not only was -she expected to make the cocoa-nut oil herself, but to prepare -<em>kaldoe</em><a id='r44' /><a href='#f44' class='c010'><sup>[44]</sup></a> and chocolate at the very busiest hour of the -morning. It was enough to make her give notice on the -spot.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mrs Van Elst, to tell the truth, stood in considerable -awe of this cook, who was highly proficient in her art, used -little butter, and did not appropriate much of the marketing -money; and, I appeal to you, what mistress would not -tremble at the thought of losing such a treasure?</p> - -<p class='c009'>She paved the way, therefore, with some friendly remarks, -and even went the length of promising a new <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarong</span></i> before -she broached <em>the</em> subject; and flattered herself that all was -going to end smoothly, when cook all at once snatched up -a basket of potatoes with one vicious jerk, and with another -laid hold of the rice, and closed the door of the store-room -behind her with a bang that thrilled her mistress from head -to foot. Jo knew what to expect.</p> - -<p class='c009'>For the rest, Emily supplied a ready answer to the great -question which haunts Indian no less than Dutch housewives: -what are we to have for dinner to-day? It was -virtually she who proposed the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">menu</span></i> every day. “Do you -know what I’d make to-day?” she would remark to Jo;—“one -of those dishes of macaroni, with ham and cheese.” -Or, “If you want to give Martendijk a treat, dear cousin, -give him asparagus, he’s wild about that.” Or, “Do you -never make tarts, Jo?—You do?—Well, I have a delicious -recipe for one I can lend you if you like.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was really very kind of Emily, Jo thought; and she -had little more cause to complain of her guest’s want of -<span class='pageno' id='Page_364'>364</span>appetite, especially as Mrs Martendijk had taken upon herself -to make sure that nothing came to table which might -prove injurious to her husband’s digestion.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>III.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>Visiting is more of a burden than a pleasure in Holland, -where people are confined within such narrow limits, and -where the usual routine of daily life must be gone on with -as usual.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Dutch host may express the hope that you will -“make yourself quite at home,” adding that you are perfectly -free to do what you like; but when bedtime comes, he also -informs you that they breakfast at eight sharp, and his wife -asks you in the sweetest manner possible to be so good as -not to keep the light burning; and both are rather hurt if -you do not evince any great anxiety to cultivate the acquaintance -of all their friends, and think it rather “strange” if -you go out on your own account.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Only in the Indies can one “make one’s self quite at -home,” and that undoubtedly accounts for the interchange of -visits being so much more common there than with us, and -for people who are barely acquainted beforehand finding it -possible to stay weeks and even months with one another -without inconvenience to host or guest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Even in the Indies, however, much depends on whether -or not the visitors are located in a detached part of the -house. This is an arrangement which commends itself -especially to those who have children with them. There -are so many details to be attended to, and arrangements -made in that case, that the close proximity to -strangers is a little awkward, and the visitor has rather an -anxious time of it in Holland. Every mother knows the -haunting dread lest the baby should take it into its head to -indulge in a prolonged fit of screaming in the middle of her -<span class='pageno' id='Page_365'>365</span>host’s mid-day nap, and she is painfully aware that childish -freaks and misdemeanours may not always meet with sympathy -in their new surroundings.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But in the Indies these fears and worries are unknown. -The children are quartered in the detached part of the -house, where they may romp and scream to their hearts’ -content; and there is no risk of interference if punishment is -required, nor need to blush for shame at one’s powerlessness -under the rule of a spoilt four-year-old tyrant.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Others, besides happy parents, have reason to be grateful -for the Indian arrangement,—the young man with his late -hours, the young lady with her delicate little traffic in <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">billets-doux</span></i> -and bouquets, for instance. And it commends itself -highly to many a young couple, when the husband takes a -fancy to revive the days of courtship, or the young wife has -set her heart on a charming blue dress in the bazaar,—so -cheap, and blue is just the colour he likes her best in,—and -so on. (We all know the sort of talk that goes on, and how -it ends.) And should it happen—for such things <em>do</em> occur—that -they have a slight disagreement, and the tender -husband’s tone waxes warm, and his sweet little wife has -recourse to tears,—well, the courtyard is wide, and the host -and hostess are totally unaware of any disturbance; so, presently -they trip into the verandah as staid and as charming -as if they never heard of “spooning,” not to speak of squabbling. -It is not at all unlikely that the host himself may -have profited by their absence, “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">pour laver son linge sale en -famille</span></i>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Van Elsts had a very nice visitors’ room detached -from the rest of the house, with a verandah opening on a -pretty flower-garden. Jo was in the habit of having her -visitors’ breakfast set in this front verandah, chiefly because -she liked to devote the morning undisturbed to her husband -and children, and because, moreover, it was more convenient -for all domestic arrangements.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_366'>366</span>But the very first morning after their arrival, Emily came, -laughing, to say that they thought it would be so much more -sociable to breakfast altogether, especially as Piet fancied it -was a little damp over the way, and he had to guard carefully -against damp on account of his complaint.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Van Elsts thought it charming of their guests to be -so sociably inclined, but it was a little awkward nevertheless; -and Jo wondered, with some surprise, how Emily did not -understand that, though it might be pleasanter for herself, -it might be decidedly inconvenient for the mother of three -children to have her visitors about her so early.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo had a great deal to do in the mornings, like all Indian -ladies, though Dutch housewives, we know, are inclined to -be sceptical on that point. The children had to be bathed,—an -operation she liked to superintend in person,—the -clothes to be looked over, the washing and sewing given -out, the dinner ordered, and the thousand and one little -domestic duties attended to; it was generally eleven o’clock -before she was ready to sit down quietly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>There was, of course, more than usual to do with the -Martendijks in the house, but Jo was ready at last, and -having just about an hour to spare, she was anxious to finish -the little frock over which she had been busy for some time, -and which was only waiting for the buttons and trimming.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I hope I’m not intruding, Cousin Jo?” said a suave -voice, and Emily came in, and continued, regardless of the -frock Jo held in her hand, “Look here! I have a skirt -which doesn’t hang well; do you think you can see what’s -the matter with it? I hear you are so neat-handed!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo laid the little frock aside with a sigh, and began with -deft fingers to examine the drapery. The fault was soon -detected. The skirt must be unpicked, the folds relaid and -pinned down; and in the middle of this process, Emily -suggested sweetly that it was more than time Piet had his -broth. Jo ran off with all speed to the kitchen, where cook -<span class='pageno' id='Page_367'>367</span>received her with a withering glance, and when her mistress -asked for the <em>kaldoe</em>, assumed an air of dense stupidity -which checked all further inquiry. Only by dint of lifting -one lid after another did Mrs Van Elst at length discover a -fowl floating in tepid water.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo was not accustomed to yield,—not even to her invaluable -cook,—nor had she forgotten how to work in the -Indies; so, soon she had the <em>kaldoe</em> simmering over a -moderate fire, and the chocolate all ready save the boiling -water. But to procure boiling water seemed to require -some magic quite beyond the powers of an ordinary cook; -an immense kettle, full to the brim, was suspended over a -low fire, the wood was apparently damp, the kitchen full -of smoke, and not a single clean saucepan was to be -found.... When Mrs Van Elst at last carried in the two -cups, it certainly was not only the heat which flushed her -cheeks and made her hands tremble!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily did not seem to notice her agitation; she thanked -her cousin quite cordially for the trouble she had taken, -evidently found the fragrant chocolate very much to her -liking, tasted the <em>kaldoe</em> critically, and when Jo expressed -the fear that it was not strong enough, she smiled good-naturedly, -and had no doubt it would be better to-morrow!</p> - -<p class='c009'>Her next proceeding was to beg Jo to try on the altered -skirt, so that she could judge better of the draping, and -the time was spent in pinning and laying folds till the -“boy” came to announce dinner.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo laid away the unfinished frock, hoping that perhaps -to-morrow she might make up for lost time. But next -morning Emily proposed a visit to the Chinese quarter, if -her cousin would be so good as go with her,—she had some -shopping to do. And the third morning, just as Jo had -once more produced her work, Emily, who was sociably -inclined, and did not care to be alone, came to beg her -<span class='pageno' id='Page_368'>368</span>cousin to be so very kind as to explain to her how that -lovely collar was made that she had on yesterday.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Oh, certainly! Jo would tell her,—so much embroidery, -and lace, and.... “Wait a minute!” cried Emily; “I’ll -just fetch what we need, and you can help me; you are so -clever at these things—much cleverer than I am! This is -a splendid chance, Jo, for me to go over my wardrobe; it -is so much cheaper to do up things one’s self than to be -always going to a milliner or dressmaker—and you <em>will</em> -help me, won’t you?”</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>IV.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>“Just listen to this!” exclaimed Van Elst, reading the -foreign telegrams at the tea-table that afternoon. “Russia -has declared war against Turkey.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Indeed!” remarked Martendijk indifferently. “Well, -I thought it would come to that in the end.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s really terrible,” Max went on. “How many wars -does that make within our recollection? And in our -much-vaunted nineteenth century too! I hoped they -would have been able to avert this.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Have your people Turkish or Russian bonds?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; why on earth should you think that?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, because you are so interested in that war. You -would be in a bad way in that case. It is great folly. We -don’t have anything to do with that sort of thing either—do -we, Emily?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, indeed,” said Emily. “As far as we are concerned, -all Europe can go to war.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Alas!” cried Jo, who had not been listening to this -dialogue between the couple. “What terrible news, Max! -To think of the waste of strong young lives, and all the -wives and mothers who are left at home.” And instinctively -she drew little Jan towards her, and pressed him close.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_369'>369</span>“Well, there’s no danger for <em>him</em> in the meantime,” said -Martendijk; and Mr and Mrs Van Elst glanced at one -another, as they had so often done during the past few days, -as if to ask what manner of people these cousins could be.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mrs Martendijk was also glancing through a newspaper, -and, suddenly turning to her husband, she exclaimed, -“What did I prophesy, Piet? Van Dalem is in the -bankruptcy court.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, well!” said Piet. “After all, what else was to be -expected. It’s the last straw breaks the camel’s back! It -is the man’s own fault. You must understand, Max,” he -continued, addressing his cousin, “this Van Dalem was a -near neighbour of ours. He came into a splendid business, -and might have been rolling in wealth in a few years; but -you never saw such a spendthrift. He was always thrusting -himself forward, always entertaining, always having -visitors——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” affirmed Emily; “and the worst of it was, while -his wife was giving parties, he was lending money right and -left,—standing security, advancing money to every beggar -who came to him; he said he could not refuse.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Real good-natured folk, then?” asked Van Elst.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, good-natured enough as far as that went. I -can’t tell you how many widows he has given shelter to, -how many little waifs she took in from the native village -(they have no children of their own), how many forced -sales he has put a stop to——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Poor fellow,” cried Max, “I wish I could do something -for him.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It’s easy to say that, Max,” interposed Martendijk; -“but,” and he pulled his thin whiskers meditatively, “it -comes to be a question if it is right to sympathise with -people of that kind. Is it not their own fault that they -have gone down in the world? Is it not inexcusable to run -through one’s money in that way?”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_370'>370</span>“Inexcusable? I don’t agree with you there. At least -he has run through it in a way which speaks well for his -heart, if not for his good sense.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am anxious to see if people will help him in his turn,” -said Emily, in a tone which irritated Van Elst beyond -measure.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course they will,” he said, curtly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Do you think so?” asked Martendijk, with some expression -for once in his weak face. “People are, as a -rule, more ready to look you up when they need you than -when you need them. He certainly had a great many -friends; but we know what that amounts to. In any case,” -he continued after a pause, “it is safest to make sure that -you will never be dependent on any one’s help.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That is true,” said Max. But as he spoke he left his -seat abruptly, and went to have a look at the flowers with -little Jan. Jo very soon followed him. It was very evident -that he had lost his temper; and she was always ready in -such an emergency to do her best to drive away the clouds -as quickly as possible.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What’s the matter, dear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! nothing. Rather disgusted; that’s all. How do -you like the Martendijks, Jo?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! not particularly. Perhaps it would be better to -suspend our judgment of them for a little, Max.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t see it,” said Max, sharply. “But, Jo, do you -know what we might do?” he added, hastily, seeing her -shrink at his vehemence, “go for a drive just now; then Jan -can go too.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! yes, papa,” cried Jan, delightfully, “and sit on the -box.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“My dear, the horses have been too far to-day already. -Emily drove to the Chinese camp, and was out for more -than two hours.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Indeed!</em>” said Max. “Well, then, for goodness’ sake, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_371'>371</span>let us stop at home. That will be very nice too, won’t it, -Jan? and we’ll build a fortress.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo was satisfied that the clouds were fast dispersing; -she took her husband’s arm, and exerted herself to be -specially bright and charming, chattering to him about the -children, and all sorts of interesting things, and finally -assisting at his toilet,—a favour he particularly enjoyed,—and -prattling all manner of pretty compliments to him.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Max was in high good-humour when he left her to go for -a turn with Jan.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When Jo appeared, after a hasty toilet, she found their -cousins in the verandah before her, busy with the illustrated -papers.</p> - -<p class='c009'>That was a most innocent pastime certainly; but, alas! -Martendijk had taken possession of Max’s place and chair.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Now Mrs Van Elst was the most accommodating little -person imaginable, and would have given up <em>her</em> chair to -any one in the world; but she was quite different where -<em>Max</em> was concerned.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! there’s my husband coming,” she exclaimed in a -minute or two, as he came up the drive with Jan; and as -Martendijk showed not the slightest disposition to take the -hint, she added, as pleasantly as she could, “Martendijk, -I’m sure you are not aware that that is Max’s place?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, dear cousin,” said Martendijk, stretching himself -with an air of contentment. “To tell you the truth, I -was quite aware of the fact; but Emily chose this place -for me, because there are such draughts everywhere else.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! I am sure Cousin Max will be glad to give up -his place to you for a little,—won’t you, Max?” Emily -struck in.</p> - -<p class='c009'>To Jo’s relief, her husband assented, and Martendijk -made himself as comfortable as he could in his host’s -chair.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The children came in from their walk, and stayed as usual -<span class='pageno' id='Page_372'>372</span>with papa and mamma till bedtime,—a habit as pleasant for -parents as for guests.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They formed a pretty group, the three innocent child-heads, -and at the sight Max’s and Jo’s beaming eyes met, -and at last the happy little wife could not refrain from the -question,—</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Don’t you two think our children are little angels?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, darlings!” responded Emily. “So good and sweet-tempered; -especially little Jan, he doesn’t give you much -trouble now.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Trouble!</em>” exclaimed Jo. “Oh! not one of them gives -any trouble,—only a very little when they are ill. But as -long as they keep well I have nothing but pleasure in -them.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>And she spoke the truth, for all cares and anxieties were -light to her, because so willingly borne.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’d not mind having a boy like this, about three or -four,” Emily continued, drawing little Jan to her caressingly; -“but a baby like <em>that</em>” (with a glance at “charming -little Ada”) “I consider <em>horrible</em>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Horrible!</em>” Jo shrank from her in dismay, indignant -that any one should speak so. But her anger was transient, -for she immediately remembered that it was not poor Emily’s -fault that she had such strange ideas; she really did not -know what it was to have children of her own.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>V.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>The Martendijks had been about three weeks with the -Van Elsts, when the solitary bachelor over the way began to -observe some change in his neighbours.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The notary began to go earlier to his office, and to come -home later. The little wife, of whom he was growing rather -fond by dint of watching her so long, did not take her walks -so regularly; and when she played with the children in the -<span class='pageno' id='Page_373'>373</span>garden in the morning, her laugh sounded less merry than -it once did. When the old gentleman (who seemed to -have assumed this privilege of observing his neighbours -with special interest because it <em>might have been</em> his lot to -have just such another family) noticed that Mr Van Elst -looked cross, and his wife very wearied, he began to grow -uneasy, and at last set on foot inquiries through the medium -of his own “boys” and those of his neighbours, which -resulted in the reassuring news that no one was ill. After -that the old bachelor did not know what to make of it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And yet the explanation was simple enough!</p> - -<p class='c009'>To be ousted from your favourite seat, to have tasteless -food set before you, to see your delicate wife tired to death, -your horses over-driven, your store-room plundered, all this -is very easy to bear,—nay, may even be reckoned among -the pleasures of hospitality, if your visitors are agreeable -people, whose society compensates for the lack of the -usual cosy <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tête-à-tête</span></i>, and whose cordial interest in all your -concerns proves that they like you and appreciate the -friendship you show them. But, when you see that your -guests regard you merely as convenient people to spend -some time with,—that they take advantage of your hospitality, -and honour you with no special cordiality in return,—when -they remind you, by their treatment, of certain -fruits you throw away once the juice is squeezed out, it -is impossible to submit to the visitation with a very good -grace!</p> - -<p class='c009'>That certainly was the case here.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Elst, moreover, with his warm temperament and -strength of character, could ill brook his cold-blooded -cousin. He liked men to be firm, and women tender-hearted; -and Piet was so weak, and Emily so cold, and -the two couples so directly opposed to each other in all -their sentiments and opinions, that the most innocent -conversations often led to collision. When, for example, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_374'>374</span>Van Elst brought home the news one day that one of their -acquaintances had been suddenly taken ill, and Jo asked, -with a quaver in her voice and tears in her eyes, if she -could do anything to help the poor wife, Emily scarcely -listened, and Piet only to inquire anxiously what was the -matter—he hoped nothing infectious!</p> - -<p class='c009'>With regard to society, there was great diversity of opinion -between the couples. Up country in the Indies it is possible -to live on such terms with all the Europeans as to -avoid giving offence, while at the same time one cannot -be intimate with all. One comes across many people there -who are wealthy, who entertain, and are to a certain -extent admitted into society, but of so low a stamp intellectually -and morally that it is impossible for respectable -families to associate familiarly with them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>The Van Elsts had thus soon chosen their own friends, -and to this select circle they had introduced their guests.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the Martendijks struck up acquaintance with a family -with whom they had no wish to become intimate.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good gracious!” said Max, who did not approve of -this at all; “what is there in that man to take your fancy?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Not much,” replied Martendijk.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Surely his wife isn’t the attraction, then?—a stupid -insignificant creature like that!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, she is very stupid,” said Martendijk. “But she -is a capital cook,” he added, after a moment.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, but they’re not people to get so very intimate -with. Perhaps you don’t know that he has a very shady -reputation,—it is well known that he got that factory into -his hands by a very dirty trick. They say he made the -former owner drunk, and then——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“That’s very likely true,” interposed Martendijk coolly; -“he looks to me just that sort of man. But that does not -prevent his keeping capital wine, and being very generous -with his help——”</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_375'>375</span>“For any sake hold your tongue!” cried Max, suddenly -turning his back on his guest.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But the most violent explosion took place one morning -at the breakfast-table, when the conversation turned upon -one of their aunts—a sister of Martendijk’s father and -Max’s mother—who was in great poverty, and had been very -unfortunate.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I have not troubled my head about her for years,” said -Piet. “I may tell you I make a point of interesting myself -only in my respectable relatives.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You mean in those who have got on well in the world,” -observed Max. “Aunt Liza is a worthy respectable woman, -whose only fault is her poverty.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But she had no position at all in Delft,” said Emily. -(Martendijk was silent: he preferred not to argue with his -cousin when Max’s eyes flashed like that.) “She dealt in -tea, I think, or knitting-cotton, or something of that kind.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, just so, in <em>tea</em>,” said Max; “exactly in the same -way as your husband deals in sugar, and your father in -cheese. Good-morning!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good gracious, Jo, what a temper your husband is in!” -exclaimed Emily, who was determined not to take offence, -because she was very comfortable with Martendijk’s relatives, -and the building at their own place at Soeka-Manies—the -real reason for their visiting—was still going on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” said Martendijk, the courage of his opinions -returning as soon as he heard Max drive away; “I don’t -see why on earth he should get so excited!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>What surprised the Van Elsts more than anything else, -was the relation of the couple to one another. The same -man and woman, who had not one grain of sympathy for the -troubles of others, or for the most terrible national calamity, -and who were totally impervious to the sufferings of even -their friends and relations, were full of devotion to one -another.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_376'>376</span>If Piet was not quite the thing, Emily was full of anxiety; -and if she looked worried, Piet did his best to conquer his -despondency. In short, disagreeable though they were in -every other respect, they were a model couple. It was difficult -for a third person to start any subject of conversation -with them, because nothing interested them which did not -affect themselves directly or indirectly; but they were never -at a loss for a subject when by themselves, and their conversation -was inexhaustible so long as they could devote -themselves unreservedly to the discussion of their own -affairs, bringing every effort of mind to bear on what concerned -them alone.</p> - -<p class='c009'><em>Money</em> was a favourite topic: how they could enjoy this -or that together—it was always together!—without much -expense; how to manage their domestic expenditure most -satisfactorily; how to invest a small sum securely—and -so on.</p> - -<p class='c009'>They spent so long over these interesting details, that it -was impossible for outsiders to take any part in their discussions.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>VI.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>“Just look here a minute, Max; is it my fancy, or does -Jan look a little pale to-day?” asked Mrs Van Elst one -morning, as she went out to the verandah to see her husband -off.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course it is your fancy,” said Max, who made a point -of never allowing that any of the children were ill,—a device -intended to calm their nervous mother, but which always -had precisely the contrary effect “Come here a moment, -Njo; your mother says you’re not well. Come, my boy, tell -me what’s the matter with you,” he added less carelessly, -as Jan, usually anything but slow to respond to his father’s -call, dragged himself listlessly towards them, and sank -down upon a chair.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_377'>377</span>“Not comf’ble, papa—headache!” was all he vouchsafed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Max took him on his knee, and glanced at his wife. Yes, -the old story; she was pale, her lips trembled, and her eyes -were bent tenderly and anxiously on the child. It was this -readiness to take alarm which caused Jo more suffering than -the patient, whenever her husband or children were ailing.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Shall we just send for the doctor, dear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No; did I ever!” cried Max. “The man would think -we were mad. Because Njo has a little headache, forsooth! -Come, my boy, go and play.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Play!</em> Good gracious! Max, just feel how hot his -head is.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, put him to bed then. You can do that at least,” -and he laughed, as it seemed to her, heartlessly, and called -her “a silly thing”—a jocular remark which was met by none -of Jo’s usual repartees.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Papa must come too,” was Jan’s command, and we know -that no general is better obeyed by his soldiers than a sick -child by its parents. So Max carried his boy first over one -shoulder, then over the other, after which he had to creep -on all fours round the room, roaring like a lion, before Njo -would be laid down. The patient was not particularly disposed -to go to sleep; he allowed papa to coddle him, and -mamma to bring him lemonade, and did as many children do -when much notice is taken of their ailments—made himself -out much worse than he really was.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When it was really impossible for his father to remain -longer, he coaxed and whimpered a little, and finally cried -himself to sleep, so that Jo was free to enjoy a quiet hour by -his bedside with her work-basket, for every available moment -must be snatched to make up for the time lost through -Emily’s visit.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Their visitors had gone out very early that morning to call -on one of their new acquaintances, a sugar manufacturer like -Martendijk. It was so pleasant to come across some one in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_378'>378</span>your own line, he remarked; they could discuss one thing -and another while driving or walking together, and one got -many a hint and idea in that way.</p> - -<p class='c009'>On their return home, the “boy” told them “Sinjo Jan” -was ill.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, dear! that’s always the worst of visiting where there -are children,” said Martendijk, as he sipped his <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">bouillon</span></i>; -“there’s always something wrong.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, this would not be much to speak of,” said Emily, -“only I’m afraid it may interfere with to-morrow evening.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It must be explained that the Martendijks had talked so -much about the attention shown to them on all sides as the -Van Elsts’ guests (and they certainly had not been slow to -avail themselves of the social advantages of the neighbourhood), -that Jo felt at last obliged to give a small party in -acknowledgment of the courtesy shown to them.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Her guests need never know all it had cost her to -talk Max over, and how, when one argument after another -failed to win over her perverse lord and master, she had at -last taken refuge in that weapon which loses its power when -too often used, and is the very last resort therefore of a -clever woman—I mean tears.</p> - -<p class='c009'>For, though Jo would hardly admit the fact even to herself, -Max had not been just altogether pleasant to deal with -of late,—indeed, he had really been quite disagreeable and -cross, and very unwilling to acknowledge himself in the -wrong.</p> - -<p class='c009'>His liver had been bothering him for some little time (no -wonder he grumbled), and Jo, only too ready to find satisfactory -excuses for his ill-temper, was glad enough to reiterate -constantly to her visitors, who had also a good deal to stand -from his bearish ways, how the liver affects the temper, and -how wretched it makes one feel.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This did not prevent their cousins from assuring one -another repeatedly, once they were safe in their own room, -<span class='pageno' id='Page_379'>379</span>that Max was a disagreeable fellow, and that were it not -for the comfortable quarters they were in, and the building -going on at home, they would remain no longer. For so -wrapt up were they in themselves and in one another, and -so absorbing was their <em>egoïsme à deux</em>, that it was impossible -for them to realise how actions and remarks like theirs -affected others; therefore, of course, they blamed Cousin -Max for the rather strained relations which had come about.</p> - -<p class='c009'>As soon as she had drunk her chocolate, Emily betook -herself to the nursery to see what were the prospects for the -party.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, dear cousin,” she began, making no attempt to -lower her somewhat harsh voice, “what is this I hear? Is -little Jan ill?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am very much afraid he is,” said Jo; “he is so restless -in his sleep.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“A little feverish, perhaps,” said Emily, taking the child’s -hand in her own for a moment. “I’d give him a good dose -of quinine,” she continued, “and he’ll be all right by to-morrow -evening.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Why to-morrow evening,” asked Jo, puzzled.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Did I ever! Have you forgotten all about that? -Why, it was to-morrow evening we were to have that -party.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Dear me, so it was,” cried Jo. “I’d nearly forgotten -all about it. But, of course, if he is ill it will have to be -put off.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes, of course,” said Emily, “if he is ill. But it’s -surely nothing serious. You always get frightened so -quickly.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes, I do, it is true; and it really can’t be anything. -But oh, Emily, he is such an angel, my Njo! and you always -see that particularly sweet children don’t live long.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The wet eyelashes and quivering lips were not without -their effect even on cold Mrs Martendijk.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_380'>380</span>“Well, well,” she said kindly, “I would not worry about -that. Jan has his naughty fits just like other boys; and -besides, if all the children were to die whose mothers consider -them ‘almost <em>too</em> good’ for this world, there would -not be many left.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Seeing how nervous Jo got, and how the event generally -proved her fears groundless, Max was always making resolutions -not to yield to such exaggerated anxiety another time. -So when he came home at mid-day and found his wife still -occupied with the child, he coolly carried her off to another -room, and gently but firmly forbade her to leave it until she -had rested for a few hours.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo was too tired to resist, and soon fell asleep. She did -not awake till late in the afternoon, for which she could not -forgive herself, though it was, in fact, the best thing that -could have happened, considering the disturbed night she -was to have. It did not need much persuasion to induce -Max to send for the doctor next morning.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily took care to be in the verandah when he stopped -to say a few words to Mrs Van Elst after his visit to the -little patient.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There’s not much the matter is there, doctor?” she -asked.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No—at least I think not,” was his reply. “It’s not -easy to predict in a case of illness, but, as far as appearances -go, it seems to me an ordinary cold.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There, you see, Jo, what did we all tell you? You do -get anxious so soon!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, you see, I have so much to lose,” said Jo deprecatingly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If it gives you any pleasure to worry,” said the doctor, -“you had better do so about yourself, and not about that -sturdy little chap,”—and with a compassionate glance at the -young wife, who had already been so often a patient of his, -he took her hand in his own. “You’re not looking so well -<span class='pageno' id='Page_381'>381</span>as you did, Mrs Van Elst,” he said. “You wear yourself -out, and don’t do enough to get up your strength. I shall -have to scold in good earnest—or speak to Van Elst.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, no, for goodness’ sake, don’t do that!” exclaimed -Jo, glad that Max was safe in his office. “How angry he -would be!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Jo,” said her guest, when the doctor had gone, -“that <em>is</em> a relief. An ordinary cold, it will be better in -a day or two. Now let us set to work to get ready for the -party.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, dear Emily, what do you think? Shall we not -rather put it off?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Put it off? and why? Come, Jo, what’s the matter -with you? All the invitations are out already.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I’d like to have it for your sake,” Jo began again; -“you know that, don’t you? But I am <em>so</em> tired! I never -closed an eye last night; and there is so much to be done—baking, -and all that.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well,” said Emily, “surely your maid can help you?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Siah? Oh, no; she must stay with Njo—she’s his old -‘baboe.’<a id='r45' /><a href='#f45' class='c010'><sup>[45]</sup></a> No, really, it can’t be managed. Oh, if you -only knew how dead tired I am!” and the poor little woman -sank into a chair, and closed her eyes as if to shut out the -mountain of work that the mere thought of the party conjured -up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“If <em>I</em> undertook all the trouble,” asked Emily, after a -moment’s reflection, “could we go on with it then?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh yes,” said Jo, “if you would be so very good.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>She was too much absorbed in her sick child to trouble -herself much about the success of the party, else she would -have been decidedly uneasy; for it had gradually dawned -upon her that Emily did not know much of the noble art of -cookery. Notwithstanding her great readiness to recommend -<span class='pageno' id='Page_382'>382</span>dishes and to lend recipes, she had never yet concocted -anything herself; and even when Jo had begged her -to help with a few domestic duties on specially busy days, -she had always tried to get out of it. To-day it was quite -different, however.</p> - -<p class='c009'>She asked for the keys, and in ten minutes had all the -“boys” and maids hard at work; while she herself was -here, there, and everywhere, thinking of everything,—making -cakes, planning the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">menu</span></i>, and all with a deftness and briskness -which were quite enviable.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh dear!” thought Jo, when she saw her cousin’s -activity, “if she had only helped me like that sooner, how -much nicer it would have been having visitors.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Jo arranged the flowers; Martendijk the card-tables; -Emily superintended the supper; and by mid-day everything -was ready.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily went to take a nap, while her hostess did the same, -so as to be bright and fresh when the evening came.</p> - -<p class='c009'>And so probably she would have been, after a quiet undisturbed -sleep; but the little patient grew worse about the -middle of the day; and when his father came home, he saw -at once that the child was feverish.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, dear Max,” sighed Jo, “what a worry! A sick -child, and that party in the evening!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Party!</em>” cried Max, to his wife’s great consternation. -“It’s out of the question. Did you think I’d ever allow -that? Certainly not. What a mad idea to think of having -people here to-night! Emily’s at the bottom of that, I’ll be -bound.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, indeed, dear. I was quite anxious for it too,” -pleaded Jo, shielding her guest at the expense of her own -truthfulness. “And oh, Max, Emily has been so good; -she arranged everything, and I have had nothing at all -to do.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Of course she helps you now, as it’s her party, and she -<span class='pageno' id='Page_383'>383</span>is bent on having her own way,—but I’ll soon see who is -master in my house. The party will <em>not</em> go on, I tell you. -I’ll have the people put off. Where are the boys?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Elst had spoken so loud in his passionate outburst, -that it needed no eavesdropping to find out his intentions; -and perhaps that was the reason that Emily appeared so -opportunely just then.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! excuse me, cousin,” he exclaimed apologetically, -running against her in his hurry. “Do you know where the -boys are?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“They are round at the back,” said Mrs Martendijk, -looking brighter and livelier than he had ever seen her. -“Look here, cousin,” and she took his arm confidentially -to lead him to the back verandah, “have we not worked -well to-day? Everything is ready——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But the party can——” began Max.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And should you like to see what you’re going to have -to-night?” And in the same friendly manner he was conducted -to the pantry. “Just look at that magnificent trifle. -And are not the tarts a success? But the <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">pâtés</span></i> are <em>the</em> -thing. They look just as if they came straight from the -best confectioner’s—do they not?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I am really sorry you have had so much trouble, and I -must say it all looks beautiful; but the party cannot possibly -go on,” repeated Max, firmly.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes; it’s a great pity, and I can understand how annoyed -you feel; but Jan is decidedly worse....”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily had recovered her composure by this time.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Jan worse! My word! I had no idea of that,” she -cried. “Gracious! cousin, if I had known that an hour -sooner; and now the punch is made!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>It was now Max’s turn to be disconcerted.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you say?” he exclaimed.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, it was time it was done, you see;” and Emily -<span class='pageno' id='Page_384'>384</span>seated herself. “One would really need to know everything -beforehand,” she went on, coolly; “then we should at least -not have opened those fine wines and the expensive champagne. -The supper will cost a great deal too, to be sure, -and the money’s all thrown away now; but we can eat everything -some time or other among ourselves.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“The <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">punch</span></i> won’t keep, I suppose?” asked Max.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh no! it <em>is</em> a pity Jan is so ill.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, he’s not so very much worse!” exclaimed Max -impatiently. “But what a wretched amount of stuff,” he -added, after a moment, when he had made a rapid mental -calculation of the needless expense, and realised how odious -it would be to see Piet and Emily devouring all the dainties. -“If only Jo was not so very tired.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes; it would be very unfortunate if she were not able -to appear. But we can always see how Jan is; and if she -were to decide at the last moment to stay with the child,—well, -I’d be glad to do the honours.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“For goodness’ sake let it be, then,” said Max; and as -his guest made her escape as fast as she could, without prejudice -to her dignity, he sent a wish after her which was -more expressive than courteous.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily only enjoyed a little laugh at his helpless fury, -congratulating herself on the success of her diplomacy, -for on hearing about half-an-hour before that the child was -worse, she had given orders to have the punch mixed; and -when she stepped into the store-room, she was met with a -request from Piet, who had been told off to superintend, to -taste and see if the ingredients were right.</p> - -<h3 class='c020'>VII.</h3> - -<p class='c021'>Jo did <em>not</em> appear that evening. Jan complained of sore -throat; and the mother, in her dread of diphtheria, sent for -the doctor at once, and remained at the child’s bedside, in -<span class='pageno' id='Page_385'>385</span>spite of his assurances that nothing was the matter. Emily -did the honours, and appeared to enjoy it.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Though each of the guests had privately resolved not to -stay late for the little boy’s sake, it was two o’clock before -the last had departed, and three before the house was quiet. -Indeed absolute quiet there never was that whole night, for -Jo, as she lay awake, heard first all sorts of unaccountable -sounds proceeding from the guests’ apartment, and then an -excited calling out for servants, who either could not or -would not hear, followed by a knocking at her own door, -and an agitated demand for laudanum, and a confused story -about salad and punch, which might be the death of people -who suffered from internal complaints. Tea must be -infused, and hot-water bottles filled; but when Jo sprang -up eager to go and help, her husband held her back authoritatively. -He had feigned to be asleep all the time, but -when the door was shut, while the strange sounds continued -to be heard, then he was seized with such an uncontrollable -fit of laughter, that Jo was infected by his merriment, and -lay in mortal terror lest Emily should hear them, or Jan be -awakened.</p> - -<p class='c009'>But Jan was the last to think of awaking. He slept -not only the whole night, but far into the morning. Max -was not permitted to go to his office before he should awake, -for just as she would have thought it “very alarming” if he -had not slept at all, so it seemed to be “very alarming” that -he should sleep so long.</p> - -<p class='c009'>At last, about nine o’clock, he opened his eyes. The -rest seemed to have done him good, for not only did he -demand bread and butter, but, as soon as his glance fell on -the new box of bricks papa had bought for him the day -before, he jumped out of bed, and seated himself on the -floor to play, as if nothing had happened.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How is the poor little throat?” asked Jo, as soon as -she had recovered from her glad surprise.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_386'>386</span>“My throat?” repeated the child wonderingly; “my -throat is not ill.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Max was so relieved, and thought it such a capital joke -that he burst out laughing; even the Martendijks laughed; -and Jo tried to join in, but the joy was too sudden after -the anxiety she had undergone, and she broke into a hysterical -fit of weeping instead.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“There you are now! I told you so—insisting on the -party like that!” cried Van Elst, losing his temper completely.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What kind of an outbreak is that?” asked Emily, -forgetting the repairs at home for the moment, in order to -give vent to her indignation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What is it? It is your fault, Emily, if she is laid up. -I could have told you beforehand,—Jo is not fit for all that -worry and fuss!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Emily followed her husband from the room—the thought -of the building recurring to her; while Van Elst led his -wife away.</p> - -<p class='c009'>When the doctor came, he spoke of over-excitement, -nervous strain, and prescribed strong beef-tea, absolute -quiet, and keeping to her room. Jo submitted. Jan was -nearly all right again; it had been a mere cold, and in her -joy and gratitude for his recovery, she could have submitted -to much; to remain in one’s room, however, is a trial to -appreciate which one must be the mother of three children.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Your visitor can surely manage the house for a few -days?” the doctor had said. But, strangely enough, now -the party was over Cousin Emily seemed totally incapable -of domestic duties.</p> - -<p class='c009'>So Jo lay listening to piercing cries from Nonnie, who -was evidently tumbling downstairs, and hungry little Ada’s -wails would penetrate to her ears; or the maid would appear -one moment, the “boy” the next, to ply her with questions. -Worse than all were the fears she created for herself,—Jan -<span class='pageno' id='Page_387'>387</span>would be sure to catch cold, or the children would venture -too near the well or the cistern; who was to put away all -the plate and crystal? and would not the servants appropriate -all the remains of the feast?</p> - -<p class='c009'>Luckily Van Elst came home early; but he brought no -balm to Jo’s heart, for when he saw that she was no better, -he began by scolding her, and then abruptly left the house.</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was the very opportunity his neighbour over the way -had been watching for.</p> - -<p class='c009'>With apparent unconcern he sauntered across his own -grounds, where he had lain in ambush for some time; for -ever since he had witnessed the doctor’s repeated visits, his -curiosity had known no bounds.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, Mr Van Elst,” he began, feigning great surprise -at meeting him there, “and how are you all at home?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, first-rate,” said Van Elst; “mother sick, child -sick, and husband no longer master in his own house!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Bless me!” said Mr Smits. “Come, I’ll walk up and -down a bit with you. I understand how it is when the wife -is ill, especially a wife like yours, but we’ll hope she’ll soon -be herself again. And then things will be all right, won’t -they?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>This was very diplomatic on Mr Smits’s part; he wanted -to know about more than the wife’s illness. It was a -well-calculated move, for the whole story came out.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>All right!</em> No, indeed, we shall not. What upsets -my temper is those guests of mine. You will hardly believe, -Mr Smits, what a tiresome, irritating fellow that Martendijk -is, with his terror of infection, and his eternal complaints -about his health. And what a heartless creature his wife -is! But, above all, what studied egoists they both are!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Mr Smits had to hear it all; how worn-out Jo was; how -their guests had taken advantage of them; how he had -been driven into giving that confounded party. “And if I -could once for all just give them a piece of my mind—but -<span class='pageno' id='Page_388'>388</span>you see I can’t, as they are my guests. My wife is -always giving me nudges and winks to keep me quiet; and -if I do break loose occasionally, I get nice little scoldings -from her into the bargain. Oh, there’s no standing the life -I lead just now!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“And is there no chance of their leaving soon?” asked -Mr Smits.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, no! they talk of remaining another month at least,” -replied Van Elst, in so despairing a tone, that his neighbour -pitied him from the bottom of his heart.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“But if there are unwelcome guests in one’s house, it’s -surely easy to find some way of getting rid of them?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“I don’t know any way. They are not particularly -sensitive on some points.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“You may ask what old Smits has to do with it,” began -the bachelor; “but you must remember I have gradually -grown to take an interest in you and your wife.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Take care, Mr Smits, I am jealous,” cried Max, who -had totally recovered his good-humour now he had unbosomed -himself.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Absurd! an old fellow of sixty!” said Mr Smits, not a -little flattered. “But what I wanted to ask you was, may I -try to devise some plan for your deliverance?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh, yes; and if you succeed I’ll be grateful to you all -my life.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The first thing put into Van Elst’s hand next morning, -when he sat down to his early coffee in the verandah, was -a carefully sealed note from his old neighbour over the way. -It was concise, and to the point.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“<span class='sc'>Friend</span>,—Your wife is feverish. Your cousin has a -dread of infection. Is there any danger of typhus?—Yours,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c014'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>Smits</span>.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c009'>With a heartier laugh than he had indulged in for a long -<span class='pageno' id='Page_389'>389</span>time, Van Elst sprang to his feet. “The very thing! What -a capital idea!” He would take steps at once.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“How is Cousin Jo?” asked Emily half-an-hour later at -the breakfast-table.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No better,” said Max gravely; “I would not go near her -if I were you, Cousin Emily; I think she’s asleep.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>The doctor came, and pronounced the patient convalescent; -so he sat chatting sociably with her for some time, and -then left her, prescribing a tonic.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Scarcely was he gone when Max joined his cousins in the -front verandah.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What a long time the doctor stayed,” Emily remarked. -“It’s nothing serious, is it?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Elst preserved an ominous silence.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Cousin Jo will soon be going about again, I hope?” -asked Martendijk, with some concern; for domestic affairs -had not gone so smoothly, nor had they, personally, fared so -well, since Mrs Van Elst had been laid up.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Max’s face assumed a very serious expression. “Going -about! No, indeed, not for a while yet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What do you say?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, you see—h’m—after all,” said Max, as if making -a sudden resolve, “I think it’s best to tell you frankly, -the doctor is afraid of typhus fever.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“<em>Typhus!</em>” shrieked Martendijk. “Good Heavens! -Emily, d’ye hear?”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” said Emily, and, to her credit, we must confess -that her first thoughts flew to the poor husband and children, -who, if the worst should happen, would lose so devoted a -wife and mother. “Alas! Cousin Max,” she said, “how -terrible.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Was the doctor quite sure of it?” asked Martendijk, his -face blanched with mortal terror, the remembrance of which -long remained an unfailing source of amusement to Van -Elst.</p> - -<p class='c009'><span class='pageno' id='Page_390'>390</span>“No, not at all certain; he thought it might perhaps be -small-pox,” he replied.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Martendijk stared at him in the wildest consternation.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Good God!” he stammered, “that’s no trifle either. -Small-pox and typhus fever! One every bit as infectious as -the other!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes,” said Max, “small-pox especially. Well, I’m off -to the office,” he concluded. “Good-morning, you’ll go -and see after my wife every now and then, won’t you, -Emily?” he asked, as he sprang into his <em>bendy</em>.</p> - -<p class='c009'>“No, Emily, indeed you’ll do nothing of the kind, I -hope,” cried Martendijk, as soon as Van Elst was beyond -earshot. “You might bring back infection, and——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Ah! Piet, you really are rather a coward in that respect.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Yes; but, Emily, <em>small-pox</em>! Just fancy if you were to -take it——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, of course; but you need not be so ready to -accept it as a fact. If Max were sure of it he would not -have been so calm about it.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Dearest,” and Piet’s voice was as meek as any child’s, “I -hope you agree with me, we must get away from this <em>at once</em>.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“What would people say if we left Jo——”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Oh! my dearest wife, do not agitate me with all these -objections!”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“It looks so cowardly, Piet. And the climate here agrees -with you so well. And the building is not finished yet.”</p> - -<p class='c009'>“Well, we must just make the best of it. Anything rather -than remain in this infected atmosphere. Oh, Emily, dearest -Emily, have you no more affection for your husband? O Lord! -the pain, the pain! The shock has set it going again!”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c009'>When Van Elst came home from his office at mid-day, -his “boy” brought him another letter. It was not from -Smits this time, however, but from the Martendijks.</p> - -<p class='c022'><span class='pageno' id='Page_391'>391</span>“<span class='sc'>Dear Cousins</span> (it ran),—You will quite understand -our haste to get away, now your house is attacked by such -a terrible epidemic. We would willingly have remained -much longer, and it is our intention to repeat our visit soon.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“In the meantime accept our cordial thanks for the -hospitality you have shown to us.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“Though your behaviour to us has not been all it might -have been, dear Cousin Max, we do not bear you the -slightest grudge, and are quite ready to excuse it, knowing -what a bad effect the liver has on the temper.</p> - -<p class='c022'>“We wish dear Jo a speedy recovery, and earnestly -trust that she may be spared to her husband and children.—With -our kindest regards, your affectionate cousins,</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c014'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>“<span class='sc'>P. & E. Martendijk</span>.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c022'>“Hurrah!” exclaimed Van Elst. “Hurrah! Jo! our -guests are gone!”</p> - -<p class='c022'>Though Jo received the news with considerable consternation, -and thought it disgraceful and inexcusable in Max to -joke about anything so terrible as typhus fever (in which -Max agreed with her penitently), it was amazing how rapidly -she sprang out of bed,—the departure of her guests proving -more effective than all the doctor’s tonics.</p> - -<p class='c022'>So when their old neighbour strolled past the Van Elsts’ -house a little later, with an air of indifference, and Max -rushed out to tell him the glad news, and to thank him for -his friendly and timely help, he found Mrs Van Elst in the -verandah, as bright and merry as ever, ready to assure him—though -she insisted on thinking it a disgraceful proceeding!—that -he had done her a great service by his lucky inspiration.</p> - -<p class='c022'>An invitation to a quiet dinner on the following day was -the result; and the dinner was so good, the host in such excellent -spirits, and the hostess so sweet, that the solitary old -bachelor caught himself thinking, as he always did when -a spectator of the Van Elsts’ domestic bliss, “I might have -known this sort of thing too, if only——”</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c014'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>Annie Foore.</span></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='chapter'> - <span class='pageno' id='Page_393'>393</span> - <h2 class='c005'>BIOGRAPHICAL INDEX OF WRITERS.</h2> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/i_393.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c026'><span class='sc'>Buning, Arnold Werumeus</span>, born at Uithuizen (Groningen), in 1846, -and served in the Dutch navy from 1861 to 1876, when he was -forced by ill-health to retire on a pension. He then settled in his -native town, but afterwards removed to the Hague, where he now -lives. He is the author of a great number of short stories, mostly -more or less naval, and one or more novels, of which the principal is -“The Burgomaster’s Inheritance” (Leyden, 1873), and frequently contributes -to <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Eigen Haard</span></cite> and Elsevier’s <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Geïllustreerd Maandschrift</span></cite>. -He is not remarkable for the subtleties of humour, his genius being -more akin to the rattling fun and boisterous spirits of such writers -as Captain Marryat and the late Henry Kingsley. But he can be -touching too, and there is unaffected pathos as well as fun in the -little volume, “Marim-Schetsen,” from which our extract is taken. -The education of the orphan boy by his father’s old mate, “The -Red ’Un,” who trains him up with unsparing rigour in the way in -which all good sailors should go, is good in both ways; so is the -sketch (in <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Verschillende Ouwe Heeren</span></cite>) of old Jan Hallema, the -Hilligermond pilot.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Cats, Jacob</span>,<a id='r46' /><a href='#f46' class='c010'><sup>[46]</sup></a> born at Brouwershaven, in Zeeland, 1577; died September -12, 1660; and was buried in the Kloosterkerk at the Hague. -He studied law at Leyden, and then travelled in France and Italy. -Returning, he practised as a lawyer in his native town for some -years. His health gave way, and he visited England in order to -consult Dr William Butler, at Cambridge, but received no benefit. -He went home to die, but was unexpectedly cured by a strolling -alchemist. He then settled at Middleburgh, and married. His -profession seems to have left him abundant leisure for poetry, and -for enjoying the society of his family at his country place of Grypskerke. -It was during this period he produced his “Emblems of -Fancy and Love,” “Galatea,” “Mirror of Past and Present,” and -“Marriage” (Houwelick). In 1621 he was appointed Pensionary -(stipendiary magistrate) of Middleburgh, and in 1623 transferred -to the same office at Dordrecht. In 1627 he was sent on a diplomatic -mission to England, and knighted by Charles I. After his -<span class='pageno' id='Page_394'>394</span>return he lost his wife, and dedicated to her memory the <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Trouwringh</span></cite> -(“Wedding Ring”), published in 1635. In 1636 he was -chosen Grand Pensionary of Holland, resigned his office in 1651, -and in 1657 went on another unsuccessful embassy to England, -where he delivered a Latin oration before the House of Commons. -On coming back to Holland he retired to his villa of Zorgvliet, -near the Hague, where he devoted himself once more to farming and -poetry, and died at the age of seventy-three. He has always been a -most popular writer in Holland, his mixture of canny morality and -shrewd homely wit being in thorough accordance with the national -genius, which found his long-windedness no drawback. His reputation -for “soundness,” and his tendency to preach also, no doubt -secured his popularity among a nation peculiarly suspicious of -heterodoxy, frivolity, and anything “without a moral at the end,” -though it must be said that his notions of propriety appear to be -somewhat large when judged by present-day standards. It may -seem difficult to believe, after all this, that he possessed the faintest -spark of humour; but his shrewd mother wit makes him sometimes -amusing, even to an outsider, and now and then he records a touch -of that “detached outlook in life, which goes to the making of a -real humorist.” Southey, who read Dutch among other things, -and was probably introduced to a great deal of Dutch literature -by the poet Bilderdijk, has a highly complimentary reference to -him in the epistle to Allan Cunningham:</p> - -<div class='lg-container-b c028'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line in24'>... “Father Cats,</div> - <div class='line'>The household poet, teacheth in his songs</div> - <div class='line'>The love of all things lovely, all things pure.</div> - <div class='line'>Best poet, who delights the cheerful mind</div> - <div class='line'>Of childhood, stores with moral strength the heart</div> - <div class='line'>Of youth, with wisdom maketh mid-life rich,</div> - <div class='line'>And fills with quiet tears the eye of age.”</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<p class='c029'>Cats’ works used to occupy in Dutch households the position of the -“Pilgrim’s Progress” and Fox’s “Book of Martyrs” in old-fashioned -English ones. He is still popular, not only among his Protestant -countrymen, but even in Belgium, and a complete edition of his -works has lately been issued at Antwerp. It includes a large -collection of proverbs, some of the quainter ones being given in the -text. A translation of some of his “Zinne-Beelden” was published, -under the title of “Moral Emblems,” by Richard Pigott, in 1860, -in a large and handsome volume, with reproductions of the -original woodcuts.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='pageno' id='Page_395'>395</span><span class='sc'>Cremer, Jacobus Jan</span>, born at Arnheim in 1827, is now living at the -Hague. He devoted himself for a time to painting, but in time -entirely abandoned the pencil for the pen. He is most successful -in his village stories, the best being located in his native “Betuwe,” -which he calls “The Paradise of Holland.” The list of his works, -which include novels, short stories, and sketches (published in serial -collections), and plays, is far too long to reproduce. Like Dickens, -he was at one time conspicuously successful in giving readings and -recitations from his own works.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Dekker, Edward Douwes</span>, best known by the pseudonym of -<em>Multatuli</em>, was born at Amsterdam, March 2, 1820. He went to -Java in 1840 or 1841, with his father, the captain of a vessel, and -shortly afterwards obtained a Government clerkship. After a -succession of appointments in different places, at one of which he -made the acquaintance of the lady who afterwards became his first -wife,<a id='r47' /><a href='#f47' class='c010'><sup>[47]</sup></a> he became “Assistant Resident” at Lebak,—a post which -he threw up in 1856, because the Governor-General would not -listen to his representations with regard to the extortion and -tyranny practised by the native chiefs, and (indirectly) by the -Dutch Government. Coming home, he embodied his opinions -and experiences in the novel of “Max Havelaar,” which, crude -and formless as a literary production, startled the reading public -with its origin and audacity, and, having regard to the effect it -produced, may fitly be called the Dutch “Uncle Tom’s Cabin.” -For some time after landing in Holland he and his family were in -the greatest distress, as through his hasty resignation he had forfeited -the pension which would have been due to him in another -year or two. He obtained some grudging help from his wife’s -relations, who offered to provide for her entirely if she would leave -him, and were righteously indignant at her refusal. With the -appearance of “Max Havelaar” his success as a literary man was -assured, and from thenceforth he was able to live by his pen, -though continually harassed by debts (he was careless, generous, -and extravagant, and had a constitutional incapacity for accounts), -controversies, and quarrels, well or ill founded, with friends or -<span class='pageno' id='Page_396'>396</span>foes. After the death of his first wife, he was married a second -time—to Mej. Schepeles—and made his home in the Rhineland, -first at Niederingelheim, and then at Wiesbaden. He died at -Mainz, in February 1887. Perhaps his best work is to be found in -the <cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen</span></cite> (filling in the collected edition of his works some seven -volumes). They are a kind of continuous rambling <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">causerie</span></i>, -contributed to a Dutch daily, the <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Dageraad</span></cite>, and ranging over -every possible topic, full of aphorism, paradox, epigram, and with -an occasional story woven in here and there. The most important -of these is the delightful fictitious biography of Wouter Pieterse, -which, though certainly not an autobiography, incorporates many -of the experiences of his childhood and youth. It was never -finished, and proceeds in a most capricious manner, being frequently -interrupted by digressions for dozens of pages together, -and then suddenly taken up again. Some extracts are given from -this and other parts of the <cite><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Ideen</span></cite>. Most of his other works, except -the dramas “The Bride in Heaven” and “The School for -Princes,” are of a more or less occasional and fugitive character. -But Multatuli’s position is not to be measured by the mere number -and extent of his works. He is a distinct force in modern Holland, -and a name to conjure with to the younger generation of Dutch -readers.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Eeden, F. van</span>, is the editor of the <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Nieuwe Gids</span></cite>, and author of novels, -sketches, critical articles, &c., besides the poem “Ellen,” and -some plays, including the comedy from which our quotation is -taken, and a farce, “The Student at Home.”</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Foore, Annie</span>, is the pseudonym of Mevrouw W. J. F. Ijzerman, -whose maiden name was Francisca J. J. A. Junius, daughter of a -learned theologian, the minister of Tiel. She was born at the -latter place in 1847, and married an engineer, at Padang, Sumatra, -in 1873. Her principal works are the novels, “The Colonial and -his Superior” (1877), “A Family Secret,” “Florence’s Dream,” -and several volumes of short stories. The specimens in the present -volume are taken from “Family Life in the East Indies.” She has -great power of observation, a fine sense of humour, and an easy -flowing style of narrative, though sometimes her stories are defective -in construction. Her pictures of colonial life are admirable. For -the translation of the story “Unbidden Guests,” I am indebted -to Miss Margaret Farquharson, of Selkirk.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Huygens, Constantijn</span>, born 1596, at the Hague. His godfathers -were the Admiral Justinus von Nassau and the City of Breda; he -was named after the “constancy” shown by the latter to the House -<span class='pageno' id='Page_397'>397</span>of Orange. He enjoyed a singularly complete and brilliant education, -studied law at Leyden, and became, in 1625, private secretary -to Prince Frederick Henry. He was on friendly terms with Hooft, -Cats, and the beautiful and talented daughters of Roemer Visscher,—Anna -and Tesselschade. Like Cats, he had visited England (in -1618), where he made the acquaintance of John Donne, whose -poems he afterwards translated, and whose influence is visible in -his writings. He was knighted by James I. in 1622. He married -in 1627, and the loss of his wife, ten years later, was the great -affliction of his life. He had four sons, the second being the -celebrated mathematician, Christian Huygens, and one daughter. -He continued his political activity till 1672, when, being to a certain -extent superseded on account of his advanced age, he devoted -himself to literature and (like most Dutch gentlemen) to gardening -at his villa of Hofwijk, near the Hague; he died there in 1687. -His works are of various kinds,—didactic and descriptive poems -(“Batava Tempe”), satires (“The Costly Request”), epigrams -(we give a few translations), the frightfully coarse farce of “Trijntje -Cornelis” (taste of the times again!), &c. His best poem is -“<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Oogentrost</span>” (Eye Comfort), dedicated, in 1647, to a friend, -Lucretia van Trello, who feared she was going blind. He also -wrote a Latin autobiography, under the title “<span lang="la" xml:lang="la">De Vita Propria -Sermones</span>.” He published his collected poems under the title -“Corn Flowers.” Personally he seems to have been in every way -worthy of respect, and is described as “one of the most lovable -men that ever lived.”</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Keller, Gerard</span>, born at Gouda, February 13, 1829. He was for -some time stenographer to the Dutch parliament, and afterwards -editor of the <cite>Arnheimsche Courant</cite>. He is a clever journalist, and -voluminous writer of fiction, in which latter department he would -appear to have been influenced by Dickens. His earliest novel, -“The Tutor’s Family,” appeared in 1857; “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Overkompleet</span>,” the -sketch from which our extract is taken, appeared in a volume with -other short stories in 1871, but has been reprinted in a complete -edition of his “Novellen,” of which three volumes have already seen -the light. Among his other novels we may mention “The Mortgage -on Wasenstein” (1866), “The History of a Halfpenny, and -other Stories” (1872), “Off the Rails” (1872), &c. He is also -the author of several volumes of travel-sketches, among which we -may mention four illustrated quarto volumes, “<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Amerika in Beeld -en Schrift</span>,” and a lively description of a tour in Scotland (“<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Een -Uitstapje naar de Schotsche Hooglanden</span>”), which has appeared -<span class='pageno' id='Page_398'>398</span>quite recently. Keller acted as a newspaper correspondent in -France during the Franco-German War, and his experiences there -resulted in two books, “Paris Besieged” and “Paris Murdered.” -Besides all this he has written several comedies, and numerous -contributions to periodical literature, and is now, we believe, the -editor of the monthly magazine, <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Vreemd en Eigen</span></cite>, having previously -edited, at different times, <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Kunst Kroniek</span></cite> and the <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Geldersche -Almanach</span></cite>. His style has a lightness of touch, perhaps due to -French influence, and conspicuously wanting in all but some of the -most recent Dutch authors, with the exception of Multatuli.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Lamberts-hurrelbrinck</span>, L. H. J., is a young writer, living at -Leyden, who has published more than one collection of short -stories, mostly dealing with the province of Limburg and its people. -His first volume, “Limburgsche Novellen,” was reviewed, with -perhaps undue severity, in <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">De Gids</span></cite> for July 1890—a judgment -which, it is said, was not altogether uninfluenced by party spirit. -A later volume is “Van Limburg’s Bodem.” The sketch in the -text appeared in <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Elsevier’s Maandschrift</span></cite> for September 1892, and -is to a certain extent founded on fact.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Lennep, Jacob van</span>, one of the best known of modern Dutch writers. -Belonging to a literary family, he was born at Amsterdam in 1802, -studied at Leyden, and took a law degree in 1824, and settled as a -lawyer at Amsterdam. In 1854–56 he was a member of the Second -Chamber of the States-General. He died at Oosterbeek (Gelderland) -on August 25, 1868. His literary industry was so prodigious -that we cannot attempt to give a list of his works, which were -chiefly poems, novels (published in a collected edition of 19 vols.), -plays, and historical studies. Perhaps his best novel is “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Klaasje -Zevenster</span>,” from which the bit of description we have quoted is -taken. We give his comedy, “The Village on the Frontier,” -entire.</p> - -<p class='c027'><span class='sc'>Seipgens, Emile Anton Hubert</span>, born at Roermond (Limburg), -August 16, 1837. He was at first in the brewing business, but is -now a teacher of German language and literature in the “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Rijks -Hoogere Burgerschool</span>” of his native town. He has written -several plays, some of them in the Roermond dialect, and two or -three volumes of short stories, most of them strongly “Limburgsch” -in local colour. The extract here given is taken from -the volume entitled “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">In en om het klein Stadje</span>” (Amsterdam, -1887). Another collection is entitled “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Langs Maas en Geul</span>.” -He is an occasional contributor to the monthly magazine <cite><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">De Gids</span></cite>, -and also to Elsevier’s “Illustrated.”</p> - -<hr class='c030' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. The oldest “Chambers of Rhetoric” (or <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Collèges de Rhétorique</span></i>—the name probably -originated in the French influence introduced by the House of Burgundy) -date back to about 1400, or some years previous. The oldest would seem to be the -“Alpha and Omega,” at Ypres, and the Antwerp “Violieren” (wall-flowers). The -most famous, perhaps, is the Amsterdam association, “De Eglantier,” better known -perhaps under the name of its motto, “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">In Liefde Bloeiende</span>” (Blooming in Love). -They held poetical competitions, placed upon the stage (usually with great magnificence) -plays written and acted by their members, and arranged the most splendid pageants -and processions on the occasion of any festival or public rejoicing. They also -celebrated festivals of their own, the most important of which were known by the -name of <i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Landjuweelen</span></i>. In 1496 a great Landjuweel was held at Antwerp by twenty-eight -societies, at which the Eglantier gained the first prize. But the most famous of -all was the Landjuweel of 1561, also held at Antwerp, beginning on the 3rd August, -when the chambers of Brabant and Flanders vied with one another in magnificence. -The Brussels society, “The Book,” was represented by 340 members, all on horseback -in crimson mantles. This festival was revived on the occasion of the jubilee of -the Belgian Academy of Antiquities, August 1892.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f2'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. The plot of the “Bride in Heaven” is briefly this:—Many years before the opening -of the play, Major Huser had killed Baron Van Bergen in a duel. There was no -personal enmity between the men,—indeed they were intimate friends; it was only -public opinion and a barbarous etiquette that forced on this ending to a trifling -dispute. Huser was broken-hearted at the way it ended: he accepted the charge of -Van Bergen’s only son as a sacred trust; and when he died, shortly afterwards, made -his own son, Gustaaf, promise to be a friend to young Van Bergen at any sacrifice. -Van Bergen turned out wild and dissipated, and Gustaaf redeemed his promise by -taking on himself a forgery committed by his friend when in desperate straits for lack -of money at the university. No one knew the truth of this affair but himself, Van -Bergen, and the latter’s worthless valet, Frans. The proofs of the whole were contained -in certain letters in Van Bergen’s possession. Huser disappears from society, -and is supposed to have fled the country. As a matter of fact, he is getting his -living as a music-master, under the name of Holm, and as such he is introduced to us -in the play. His principal pupil is Caroline, daughter of a high government official -named Van Wachler,—a shrewd, honourable, and upright man, of simple tastes, -meeting with little sympathy from his fashionable and affected wife, with her would-be -French manners, and the aristocratic connections she will not allow him to forget. -Mevrouw Van Wachler is young Van Bergen’s aunt, and exceedingly anxious to -marry her daughter to the scapegrace, who, for his part, is not unwilling to accept -such a way of escape from his embarrassments. Her husband is less dazzled by the -match, and declares his intention of letting his daughter choose for herself. He -questions her, and finds that her affections are set on Holm. Holm, who has meanwhile -awakened to the fact that he is in love with Caroline, has made up his mind -that he must leave without a sign; but Van Wachler’s genial kindness wins his secret -from him, and, finding that the statesman respects him for himself, and is willing to -take his position and his past for granted, and that all he has to do is, to consent to -the engagement, he can only shut his eyes for the moment, and accept the offered -happiness. In the second act, which, with a few unimportant abridgments, is -given entire in the text, General Van Weller, brother to Mevrouw Van Wachler, -and the elder Huser’s old friend and comrade, returns from the Indies, determined -to clear up the mystery of Gustaaf Huser’s disappearance, and is unwittingly -helped on to the right track by Frans. In the third act, Holm and Van -Bergen meet—the best side of the latter comes uppermost, and he has a passing -mood of repentance and reconciliation. But Frans’ influence is too strong; he is -persuaded to take a base advantage of his rival, and tells the Van Wachler family, in -Holm’s presence, that the latter is not only passing under a false name, but is an -outlaw and a convicted felon. Holm (who had previously made up his mind, for the -sake of their old friendship and his promise to his father, to renounce Caroline, in the -hope that her love—could he succeed in winning it—might save Van Bergen) is -stunned and driven to despair by this treacherous attack, goes home to his lodgings, -and is about to commit suicide, when he is interrupted by a visit from a man whose -children he saved from a fire a year ago, and who has now brought them to see him. -This man (Wolf) discovers his purpose, and does not leave till he has persuaded him -to forego it. Scarcely has he gone, when Caroline comes in. She tells Holm that -she has come to bid him farewell, but that nothing that has happened can make any -possible difference to their love. If she may not belong to him on earth, she will be -his bride in the other life, and wait for him there. So they part.</p> - -<p class='c009'>Van Wachler is full of indignation at the way in which he considers himself to have -been deceived by Holm, but Van Weller arrives in time to explain everything,—tells -the whole story, sends for Holm, or Huser, and sees his old friend’s son triumphantly -righted, while Van Bergen retires in disgrace. (See <em>A Rascally Valet</em>, p. <a href='#Page_65'>65</a>.)</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f3'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. Strictly speaking, “Dominie,” in Holland, is a title reserved for -ministers, the old-fashioned designation of the schoolmaster being -simply “Meester.” But as the former title has, with us, become -inseparably attached to the latter profession, it has been thought best to -use it as the translation of “Meester.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f4'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. Equivalent to the French <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">garde-champêtre</span></i> and the German -<i><span lang="de" xml:lang="de">Feldschütz</span></i>,—an official who is something between a gamekeeper and -a policeman. His duty is to patrol the fields and orchards with a gun, -and see that nothing is stolen.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f5'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. Readers of Motley will not need to be reminded that this was the -name of William the Silent’s murderer.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f6'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r6'>6</a>. “Wethouders:” corresponding to the “selectmen” of a New -England village.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f7'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r7'>7</a>. <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Doe wel en zie niet om</span></i> (Do well, and don’t look behind you), was -the motto of the Knights of the Union. King Louis of Holland -(Napoleon I.’s brother) was but an indifferent Dutch scholar, and the -tradition goes, that, having to preside at a chapter of the above Order, -he was provided with a French phonetic version of their motto, as -follows: <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Doux lainsi nid d’homme</span></i>. With the aid of this guide to -pronunciation he is said to have acquitted himself all right; but on -another occasion he came to grief by describing himself as the “friend -and rabbit” (<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Konijn</span>, <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">quasi koning</span></i>, king) of his audience.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f8'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r8'>8</a>. The Dr Watts of Holland.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f9'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r9'>9</a>. A society at Amsterdam, which, besides fulfilling the usual functions -of a club, holds picture exhibitions and gives concerts, and founded the -zoological gardens in that city (hence often referred to as “Artis,” <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">tout -court</span></i>), to which its members have free right of entry. Membership -in “Artis,” as implied in the text, is a trustworthy guarantee of respectability.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f10'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r10'>10</a>. The hierarchy of Dutch etiquette is as follows, beginning from -above:—<i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Mevrouw</span></i>, <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Juffrouw</span></i>, <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Vrouw</span></i>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f11'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r11'>11</a>. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">I.e.</span></i>, confirmation.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f12'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r12'>12</a>. Erroneously so. For, even though this is <em>not</em> humour, it is quite -true that jokes of this sort are given out as such; and Master Pennewip’s -question can only have referred to this. The wig’s doubts are -therefore unfounded, and I would recommend to it the attentive perusal -of Professor Oosterzee’s treatise, “De Sceptici mo caute Vitando.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f13'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r13'>13</a>. Two outlying districts of Amsterdam.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f14'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r14'>14</a>. “<i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">L’eau de reine</span></i>,” <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i>, “<span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">eau de la reine de Hongrie</span>,” known in -England as “Hungary water,” a fashionable perfume and restorative -when eau de Cologne as yet was not. Dutch ladies used to take it -to church with them instead of smelling-salts. Juffrouw Pieterse’s -version of the word is pronounced as spelt, the <em>y</em> being long like that in -the English word <em>my</em>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f15'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r15'>15</a>. Intended for “marchand de parapluies.” The words in the above -form were the refrain of a favourite Amsterdam street song some seventy -years since.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f16'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r16'>16</a>. The official known in a Dutch church as <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Kerkmeester</span></i> combines in -himself functions analogous to those of the English clerk and churchwarden, -or the Scottish beadle and precentor.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f17'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r17'>17</a>. The Nes is a low part of Amsterdam, full of taverns and music-halls -of the worst description.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f18'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r18'>18</a>. 20 stivers = 1 florin = 1s. 8d.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f19'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r19'>19</a>. 5 stivers.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f20'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r20'>20</a>. Two Leyden theological professors in the early part of this century.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f21'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r21'>21</a>. The “Authorised Version” of Holland, published by order of the -States General, and in consequence of a resolution of the Synod of Dort, -in 1610. It was completed in 1634.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f22'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r22'>22</a>. “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Rederijkers</span>” (<i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">i.e.</span></i>, “rhetorikers”) Kamer is the name given to -the literary societies which still flourish at the Dutch universities. The -name has come down from the fifteenth century, and the most famous -societies were those of “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">In Liefde Bloeiende</span>” and “De Eglantier,” -further reference to which will be found in the Introduction.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f23'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r23'>23</a>. There are two provinces of Limburg; one of them being part of -Belgium, the other of the Netherlands. In the latter (which is the one -meant here) the people are Romanists and call themselves Flemings, -not Hollanders.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f24'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r24'>24</a>. Fourth part of a <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">stuiver</span></i>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f25'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r25'>25</a>. This story appears to have several morals, the reader being left free -to choose the one most in accordance with his own views. The author -himself is strictly impartial. Perhaps the most obvious is, that it is not -good to match your wits against those of the Roman Catholic clergy, -unless you have capital to back your opposition, and not always even -then. M. Seipgens does not obtrude his own views, and we are not -quite sure whether the conclusion is meant to be serious and edifying, or -whether there is an underlying <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">pointe d’ironie</span></i>. The story gives a lively -picture of life and manners in the Limburg district, that picturesque -and little known region which, though part of Holland, is in some -respects so un-Dutch. The language spoken there is less like Dutch -proper than some broad and harsh dialect of German, such as they -speak about Cologne. After some hesitation between the two, we have -given this sketch of Seipgens’ in preference to “Kobus Mulders’ Vote,”—which -also turns on politics and clerical influence, and is, in some -respects, more characteristic; but the crisis—when Mulders and his -family are cut off by the flood—comes too near tragedy for such a book -as this.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f26'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r26'>26</a>. The scene of this play is laid on what is now the frontier between -Holland and Belgium,—the time is 1830,—when the southern provinces -of the Kingdom of Holland revolted. The Liberal (French) party -allied itself with the Clerical Ultramontanes against the Government, -and the news of the Paris Revolution precipitated the outbreak of a -riot at Brussels (August 25), which soon spread over the country.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f27'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r27'>27</a>. This is an allusion to one Kissels, who had been getting his living -by exhibiting a whale’s skeleton at Amsterdam, and joined the Belgian -side on the outbreak of the war.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f28'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r28'>28</a>. A Flemish expletive.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f29'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r29'>29</a>. “Up with Orange!” the Dutch national war-cry.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f30'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r30'>30</a>. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">I.e.</span></i>, is born to be hanged. The site of the gallows is the <em>Rabenstein</em> -in old German ballads.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f31'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r31'>31</a>. “Grease” here has the sense of what is figuratively called “palm-oil.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f32'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r32'>32</a>. An illustration of comfortable, “Philistine” selfishness. The -pumping is supposed to be going on either on board a leaking vessel, or -at a break in the dykes.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f33'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r33'>33</a>. <i><span lang="la" xml:lang="la">I.e.</span></i>, cotton and pepper.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f34'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r34'>34</a>. This is puzzling at first sight, but apparently is a comparison -between the three nations in point of foresight and prudence,—the -knife standing for anything needed in case of emergencies. The -Hollander is always prepared, the Frenchman never, the Scot makes -assurance doubly sure.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f35'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r35'>35</a>. Another uncomplimentary proverb has it that the Portuguese -apprentice wants to cut out clothes before he knows how to sew.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f36'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r36'>36</a>. Lit. “Madam my consort.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f37'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r37'>37</a>. This marriage would be legal in Holland.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f38'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r38'>38</a>. Two-wheeled trap or dogcart (a Malay word).</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f39'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r39'>39</a>. Chinese trader.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f40'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r40'>40</a>. <em>Kabaja</em> is a long loose jacket, and <i><span lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">sarong</span></i> the Malay petticoat, forming -the usual morning dress of Dutch ladies in the Indies.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f41'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r41'>41</a>. <em>Njo</em> is the Malay title given to the eldest boy in a family (like <em>baba</em> -in Hindustani); for a girl it is <em>Nonnie</em>.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f42'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r42'>42</a>. “No.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f43'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r43'>43</a>. <i><span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Sambal</span></i> answers to the curry of British India, and is as various in -its composition.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f44'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r44'>44</a>. Broth.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f45'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r45'>45</a>. The Javanese equivalent to “ayah.”</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f46'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r46'>46</a>. <em>See</em> Introduction.</p> -</div> -<div class='footnote' id='f47'> -<p class='c009'><a href='#r47'>47</a>. She was Everdine Huberte, Baroness Wynbergen, a portionless orphan of good -family, whose property, seized by rapacious relatives, afterwards cost him a series of -lawsuits. Having picked up a lady’s handkerchief at a ball, he chose to interpret -the initials worked on it as “<span lang="nl" xml:lang="nl">Eigen Heard Wel Waard</span>” (“A hearth of one’s -own is worth much”) and at once declared his intention of finding and marrying the -owner. 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