Part 26 (1/2)

”Elke!” he reproached her almost inaudibly.

Then her face flushed crimson: ”Go!” she said; ”what do you want?” and she cast down her eyes.

But when Elke's friend was being drawn away to the dance by a young man, Hauke said louder: ”I thought Elke, I had won something better!”

A few seconds longer her eyes searched the floor; then she raised them slowly, and a glance met his so full of the quiet power of her nature that it streamed through him like summer air. ”Do as your heart tells you to, Hauke!” she said; ”we ought to know each other!”

Elke did not dance any more that evening, and then, when both went home, they walked hand in hand. Stars were gleaming in the sky above the silent marshes; a light east wind was blowing and bringing severe cold with it; but the two walked on, without many shawls or coverings, as if it had suddenly turned spring.

Hauke had set his mind on something the fit use for which lay in the uncertain future; but he had thought of celebrating with it quietly by himself. So the next Sunday he went into the city to the old goldsmith Andersen and ordered a strong gold ring. ”Stretch out your finger for me to measure!” said the old man and seized his ring-finger. ”Well,” he said; ”yours isn't quite so big as they usually are with you people!”

But Hauke said: ”You had better measure the little finger,” and held that one toward him.

The goldsmith looked at him puzzled; but what did he care about the notions of the young peasant fellows. ”I guess we can find one among the girls' rings” he said, and the blood shot into both of Hauke's cheeks. But the little gold ring fitted his little finger, and he took it hastily and paid for it with s.h.i.+ning silver; then he put it into his waistcoat pocket while his heart beat loudly as if he were performing a ceremony. There he kept it thenceforth every day with restlessness and yet with pride, as if the waistcoat pocket had no other purpose than to carry a ring.

Thus he carried it for over a year--indeed, the ring even had to wander into a new waistcoat pocket; the occasion for its liberation had not yet presented itself. To be sure, it had occurred to him that he might go straight to his master; his own father was, after all, a landholder too. But when he was calmer, he knew very well that the old dikemaster would have laughed at his second man. And so he and the dikemaster's daughter lived on side by side--she, too, in maidenly silence, and yet both as if they were walking hand in hand.

A year after that winter holiday Ole Peters had left his position and married Vollina Harders. Hauke had been right: the old man had retired, and instead of his fat daughter his brisk son-in-law was riding the brown mare over the fens and, as people said, on his way back always up the dike. Hauke was head man now, and a younger one in his place. To be sure, the dikemaster at first did not want to let him move up. ”It's better he stays what he is,” he had growled; ”I need him here with my books.” But Elke had told him: ”Then Hauke will go too, father.” So the old man had been scared, and Hauke had been made head man, although he had nevertheless kept on helping the dikemaster with his administration.

But after another year he began to talk with Elke about how his own father's health was failing and told her that the few days in summer that his master allowed him to help on his father's farm were not enough; the old man was having a hard time, and he could not see that any more. It was on a summer evening; both stood in the twilight under the great ash tree in front of the house door. For a while the girl looked up silently into the boughs of the tree; then she replied: ”I didn't want to say it, Hauke; I thought you would find the right thing to do for yourself.”

”Then I will have to leave your house,” he said, ”and can't come again.”

They were silent for a while and looked at the sunset light which vanished behind the dike in the sea.

”You must know,” she said; ”only this morning I went to see your father and found him asleep in his armchair; his drawing pen was in his hand and the drawing board with a half-finished drawing lay before him on the table. And when he had waked up and talked to me with effort for a quarter of an hour, and I wanted to go, then he held me back by the hand so full of fear, as if he were afraid it was for the last time; but--”

”But what, Elke?” asked Hauke, when she hesitated to go on.

A few tears ran down the girl's cheeks. ”I was only thinking of my father,” she said; ”believe me, it will be hard for him to get on without you.” And then added, as if she had to summon her strength for these words: ”It often seems to me as if he too were getting ready for death.”

Hauke said nothing; it seemed to him suddenly, as if the ring were stirring in his pocket. But even before he had suppressed his indignation over this involuntary impulse, Elke went on: ”No, don't be angry, Hauke; I trust you won't leave us anyway.”

Then he eagerly took her hand, and she did not draw it away. For a while the young people stood together in the falling darkness, until their hands slipped apart and each went his way. A gust of wind started and rustled through the leaves of the ash tree and made the shutters rattle on the front of the house; but gradually the night sank down, and quiet lay over the gigantic plain.

Through Elke's persuasion, the old dikemaster had relieved Hauke of his services, although he had not given notice at the right time, and two new hired men were in the house. A few months later Tede Haien died; but before he died, he called his son to his bedside: ”Sit by me, my child;” said the old man with his faint voice, ”close by me! You don't need to be afraid; he who is near me now is only the dark angel of the Lord who comes to call me.”

And his son, deeply affected, sat down close by the dark bed fixed to the wall: ”Tell me, father, what you still have to say.”

”Yes, my son, there is still something,” said the old man and stretched out his hands across the quilt. ”When, as a half-grown boy, you went to serve the dikemaster, then you had the idea in your head that you wanted to be one yourself some day. That idea I caught from you, and gradually I came to think that you were the right man for it. But your inheritance was too small for such an office. I have lived frugally during your time of service--I planned to increase it.”

Pa.s.sionately Hauke seized his father's hands, and the old man tried to sit up, so that he could see him. ”Yes, yes, my son,” he said; ”there in the uppermost drawer of the chest is a doc.u.ment. You know old Antje Wohlers has a fen of five and a half acres; but she could not get on with the rent alone in her crippled old age; so I have always round Martinmas given the poor soul a certain sum, or more when I could; and for that she gave her fen over to me; it is all legally settled. Now she too is on her deathbed; the disease of our marshes, cancer, has seized her; you won't have to pay her any more.”

For a while he closed his eyes; then he spoke once more: ”It isn't much; but you'll have more then than you were accustomed to with me.

May it serve you well in your life on earth!”

With his son's words of thanks in his ears, the old man fell asleep. He had no more cares: and after a few days the dark angel of the Lord had closed his eyes forever, and Hauke received his inheritance.

The day after the funeral Elke came into his house. ”Thanks for looking in, Elke,” Hauke greeted her.

But she replied: ”I'm not looking in; I want to put things in order a little, so that you can live decently in your house. Your father with all his figures and drawings didn't look round much, and the death too makes confusion. I want to make things a little livable for you.”