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Florian seized his glass, made it clink against those of his friends,
and said, "A votre santé."
For a time all were silent, and nothing was heard but the clatter
of knives and forks behind the screen.
"'Wish you joy of your berth," said Constantine, taking the mop
from the slop-bucket. "Here: just survey this table for me: you can
do it very well, you know, for there's no need of brains."
"Have done with this, now, and crack your jokes somewhere else.
Be quiet, Josey, or go about your business."
Josey struck the table and jabbered grimly. The screen was
suddenly pushed aside, and Steinhaeuser, the admirer of Crescence,
appeared, restrained by his two comrades from assaulting the
mocker. Caspar tried to pacify him, and, as soon as he had partially
succeeded, he stepped up to the three, and said, with more decision
than might have been expected,--
"I'll tell you what: this sort of thing can't be done on my premises;
and the sooner you know it the better. Drink your wine quietly, or I'll
show you what's outside of the door. I won't have my guests
insulted while I'm master of this house. No offence to one; but I will
have order."
"Juste," said Florian: "all right: I'll find the gentleman somewhere
else in good time. You hear, you lobsided lout over there? If I catch
you within half a mile of Crescence again, I'll knock your crooked
legs into a cocked hat, and then you may toddle on your tripod."
"You ragamuffin!" roared Steinhaeuser, before whom Caspar had
posted himself. Florian made for him with a "Comapulation smash!
foudre de Dieu!" but Caspar hauled him back, and Constantine was
shrewd enough to interfere as a peacemaker.
The three left the house, followed by Josey. On the road they
vowed never to patronize the Eagle again. Florian made an effort to
go back, however: he hadn't given the landlord all his change.
The tailor, when he came home from church and saw his daughter
in dishabille, said,--
"What's that? Be quiet, I tell you, once and for all," he continued,
seeing Crescence about to speak. "You don't feel very well, because
Florian's come back, and you don't want to be seen in the street.
I've heard all about the fuss he had with the geometer last night.
Now, just for spite, you must go to the Horb Garden to-day with the
geometer. That's what I tell you: and one word's as good as a
thousand."
"I'm sick."
"Let him talk," said the tailor's wife, who had entered by this
time: "what he says is for the mice to dance by. Crescence, if you
don't feel well, stay at home. If it depended on him, you wouldn't
have a shred of clothes to put on, good or bad: all he can do is to
put his feet under the table three times a day and get himself fed
like a billet of soldiers."
The tailor advanced upon Crescence; but his wife posted herself
in front of her, clenched her fists, and scared her liege-lord into a
corner.
These people were fresh from church, where they had prayed and
sung of love, peace, and happiness. Their hymn-books were still in
their hands, and already had Discord resumed its reign.
During the early part of their wedded life they lived together very
harmoniously; for where there is plenty of all things needful none
but the most quarrelsome contract habits of dispute. Such a state of
things is entitled, among the refined as well as among the vulgar, a
happy match!
The tailor worked at his trade, and his wife kept a little shop for
the sale of groceries and odds and ends.
From the time that Balt went out of fashion and the fortunes of
the house began to ebb, the couple ceased the practice of ever
exchanging a word of good feeling. Balt was scarcely permitted to
hold a spoon in his hand long enough to eat his dinner. He could
hardly call his soul his own; and, though nominally the master-tailor,
he had not the power to cut a piece of bacon to his liking of a
Sunday. Wherever he was, he was in his wife's way: she was
absolute mistress, for she went on a trip every fall, and after her
return the establishment always showed symptoms of a good supply
of funds.
The children clung to the mother, of course, for not only had Balt
fallen from his high estate, but he was not much at home. He hardly
showed himself, except to eat and sleep. The former was well salted
with pithy conversation, and the latter soothed with a well-ordered
lecture.
Thus the Sunday passed; and, when Crescence returned with the
geometer, long after dark, she thanked her stars that the dreaded
fracas had not occurred.
4.
HOW FLORIAN AND CRESCENCE MET
AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME.
Crescence rose an hour before daybreak next morning, fed the
cattle, and attended quietly to the house-affairs. Once she looked up
with pain when it occurred to her that she had not hummed a single
tune. She went into the field.
With a bundle of fresh clover on her head, she came up the valley
on her return, looking beautiful, as the
healthful exercise brought out her fine form
in all its strength and pliancy. With her right
hand she held the bundle, and with her left
the rake, which lay on her shoulder and also
served to steady the load. She walked with
leisurely and measured pace, the red
blossoms blinking into her rosy face. Not far
from Jacob's crucifix, the voice of Florian,
who said, "God bless you, Crescence!"
rooted her to the earth.
"For pity's sake, don't make me stop here, Florian, when all the
people are looking at us. You see I can't help myself now, and can't
run away, but I'll never speak a word to you again as long as I live if
you don't go away. Come to Melchior's Lenore to-night before
curfew, and I'll tell you every thing."
Laying her left arm across the rake, Crescence took his hand,
saying, "Good-bye till to-night."
All at once, in resuming her steps, Crescence perceived what a
heavy load she had to carry: she groaned as if Firnut Pete had
clambered on her shoulders in broad daylight. Having reached the
crucifix, she deposited the burden on the high stone erected there
for that purpose. This silent assistant is always found beside the
symbol of faith. At the feet of Him who laid the heaviest burden on
himself to make men free and brotherly, men take off a while the
load of the day, to gather strength for further toil.
All that day Crescence was serious and taciturn. Before dark, she
took a collar, to get Walpurgia to wash it, as she said; but, instead of
going to Walpurgia, she hurried to Lenore's house. The latter came
to meet her, saying,--
He threw the knife aside, shook his hair out of his face threw his
arms around Crescence, and kissed her. She offered no resistance,
but at length said,--
"There! that's enough
now: you are just the same
you always were."
"If that's the way, and you like the geometer, I've nothing more to
say: you might have told me that this morning. I remember a time
when the king might have come,--and he owns the whole country,
which is more than helping to measure it,--and you'd have said, 'No,
thank you: I like my Florian better, even if he have nothing but the
clothes on his back.'"
"Why, how you talk! What's the use of all that when we never can
get married?"
"Oh, yes: there's the Red Tailor's daughter all over. If I'd only
never cast eyes on you again! If I'd only broken both my legs before
they ever carried me back home!"
"Yes; I wish you had; but we can't live on the old Emperor's
exchequer. I know somebody who could help us, and I could make
him."
"Not a bit of it. If I was, I wouldn't stay here; and stay I shall. All
the Nordstetters must say that the like of Florian's not to be seen
anywhere."
Weeping, she laid the picture into her hymn-book. It was the old
story of what occurs in thousands of instances, in town and country,
though often the colors are more blended and the contrasts not so
harsh. Crescence loved Florian, and yet could not renounce the hope
of a good establishment, such as she might expect to receive at the
hands of the geometer: love drew her in one direction, interest in
another. It would be strange if such discords did not lead to misery.
5.
FLORIAN DROPS A BUTTON OR TWO.
Florian remained in the village, and slaughtered first one heifer
and then another. Though at first things looked prosperous, the run
of good luck soon came to an end. The old butcher went around
hawking out the meat which had not been sold at the shambles; but
he generally spent not only the profit, but the cost besides. The
competition of the Jewish butchers was not to be overcome even by
Florian's superior skill; for the Jews can undersell Christians in the
hindquarters of beef, because an opportune provision of the Bible
forbids them to eat any thing but the fore-quarters. Moreover, it is
almost impossible in a German village to support a household on
mechanical labor alone, without some resort to agriculture. Florian
had no opportunity, and still less inclination, to till the soil. He
preferred to go into partnership with a Jewish butcher for a time;
but this was also of short duration.
Florian cared but little for this, however: he played the fine
gentleman every Sunday, played longest at ninepins, and was a fast
man generally.
It is strange how soon the glory of the stranger in a village is
consumed. The honor acquired merely by presenting an unusual
appearance ceases the moment all eyes have become accustomed
to it: the rainbow would be forgotten if it were always in the sky.
Thus, Florian soon sunk into oblivion; and it required a special
occurrence to attract attention to him again.
One evening he was standing, with his comrades, near the Eagle,
while the squire sat on a bench before the house, talking to the
geometer. Florian perceived that they were looking at him: he saw
the squire pass his hand over his upper lip, while the geometer
laughed immoderately and said something which sounded like
"Samson." Florian did not understand what it all meant; but he was
soon to have an explanation.