Part 10 (1/2)
”Whew!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed her husband, ”I can stand these clothes no longer.”
Thus saying, he hastened into the house, and proceeded to his apartment.
But this respite was of short duration. Mistress Ulrica Eugenie was familiar with the road to the chamber, and her rage reached its highest point, when she heard that the game which was intended for her dinner, had been stolen while her husband, overcome by his arduous exertions, had fallen asleep.
”O, if I only knew who did this, yes, if I only knew, I would have the rascal put in the stocks. But you, you dormouse, yes you, you call yourself a man! you! Don't you wish to borrow my petticoat! To sleep when engaged in the n.o.ble art of hunting! To complain of fatigue! Fie upon such men! But can you not discover the thief?”
”No, my dear, I a.s.sure you. I cannot, how could I know what happened while I was sleeping?”
”That is the reason why you never knew anything in your life,” replied the exasperated woman. ”But see there comes Gottlieb with a partridge in his hand. He is a pattern. _He_ never allows _his_ game to be stolen,”
and Mistress Ulrica composed her features, and a.s.sumed an expression of motherly benevolence, while she descended the stairs to receive her nephew.
”Thank you, good Gottlieb,” said she meeting him at the door, ”thank you, your uncle has been unfortunate this morning; but come with me to the dairy, and you shall have the cream of an entire pan of milk.”
”The milk also, if you please, aunty, I feel myself able to devour every thing, pan and all.”
”Well, satisfy yourself. By and by we will go to my bleachery and you may select a piece of linen.--Do you understand?”
”Not a word. It is all a mystery. But I do know that there is not a nephew on the entire Scandinavian peninsula, who possesses an aunt with such an affectionate disposition.”
”Ah, you flatterer, it is well that you are my nephew or else Fabian might be jealous.”
”Well I am not sure but that he may yet have an occasion, for, I am not aware that nephews are forbidden to love their aunts.”
From that day forward Gottlieb was taken under the especial protection of his aunt, and as her favorite he was certain of a comfortable and pleasant life. When she became acquainted with his manners, virtues and accomplishments, her esteem for him was, if possible, doubly increased.
What could he not do, the dear boy? Not to speak of his wonderful success in amusing little Jean Ulrick, Mr. Fabian's sole heir, he was able to read aloud to his aunt from her favorite volume, and to repeat with almost sublime patience, all those tender pa.s.sages to which she in a plaintive tone would sigh _de capo_. More than all this. He could sing--the model nephew--and accompany his voice with the guitar not only to the tune of ”my love and I,” but also to his aunt's favorite ballad, ”In the shadows of the wood; in the cavern hid away.” And finally there was not a female domestic in the house who dared to compete with Gottlieb in the art of chopping string beans. In short, he was a nephew whose peer could not be found in all Sweden, and who knows whether the piece of linen he chose from the bleachery was the last he received from his indulgent aunt.
Poor Gottlieb, while you are thus the prime favorite of your strong minded aunt, having free access to the pantries and dairy-rooms, have you no misgivings that the day will arrive when the doors of this house shall be closed against you? Relentless fate who ever demands a sacrifice. How true are the words of the wise Solomon, ”All is vanity and vexation of spirit; and there is no profit under the sun.” But it is not to be believed that Mr. Fabian's slumbers were disturbed because his wife had deserted him. No, he even preferred the company of hunger and thirst rather than that of his Ulgenie. Not that this state of mind originated from the many lectures he had received from his wife. Ah, no, there were far more powerful reasons; but it is certain that if Mistress Ulrica had suspected that her husband's indifference arose from any other motive than the wish to escape a deserved punishment she would have, undoubtedly, increased the vigor of her tongue to such a pitch that his house would have been uncomfortably warm to him.
After dining upon Gottlieb's partridge which had done much to smoothe her ruffled temper, Mrs. Ulrica was thus insinuatingly addressed by her husband:
”Have you any errands for me to perform at the parsonage, dear Ulgenie?
I wish to ride down there to talk over the parish matters with the parson.”
”That's right, dear Fabian. Take Gottlieb along with you. He would like to see the young ladies, each of whom are worth a ton of gold.”
At this proposal Mr. Fabian's brow darkened; but the gloom was soon dispelled as Gottlieb declined the pleasure of going, and the first smile which the young man had received from his uncle was when he replied: ”Excuse me to-day, my dear aunt, I wish to write to my mother.”
He had no desire to disappoint his young pupil of the valley.
”Excellent youth!” exclaimed his aunt, ”pleasure cannot wile you from your duties. G.o.d forbid that I should attempt to do so; and you Fabian,”
she added extending her arms towards her husband, ”kiss me before you go. Your Ulgenie has no desire to deprive you of any reasonable enjoyments.”
CHAPTER IX.
MR. FABIAN AND MAGDE LONNER.