Part 2 (1/2)

They were remarking no doubt that our cousin George Weber and his wife were rich people, who deserved the respectful consideration of the whole country round; and I myself, before seeing these great chests, should never have dreamed that they could have so much belonging entirely to themselves.

This proved to me that my wife was perfectly right in continuing to pay every respect to my cousin; she had also cautioned our daughter Gredel: as for Jacob, he is a most sensible lad, who thinks of everything and needs not to be told what to do.

But what astonished us a great deal more, was to see arriving about half-past three two other large wagons from the direction of Wechem, and hearing my cousin cry, ”Here comes my wine from Barr!”

Before coming to Rothalp he had himself gone to Barr, in Alsace, to taste the wine and to make his own bargains.

”Come, Christian,” said he, rising, ”we have no time to lose if we mean to unload before nightfall. Take your pincers and your mallet; you will also fetch ropes and a ladder to let the casks down into the cellar.”

Jacob ran to fetch what was wanted, and we all came out together--my wife, my daughter, cousin, and everybody. My man Frantz remained alone at the mill, and immediately they began to undo the boxes, to carry the furniture into the house: chests of drawers, wardrobes, bedsteads, and quant.i.ties of plates, dishes, soup-tureens, etc., which were carried straight into the kitchen.

My cousin gave his orders: ”Put this down in a corner; set that in another corner.”

The neighbors helped us too, out of curiosity. Everything went on admirably.

And then arrived the wagons from Barr; but they were obliged to be kept waiting till seven o'clock. Our wives had already set up the beds and put away the linen in the wardrobes.

About seven o'clock everything was in order in the house. We now thought of resting till to-morrow, when George said to us, turning up his sleeves, ”Now, my friend, here comes the biggest part of the work.

I always strike the iron while it's hot. Let all the men who are willing help me to unload the casks, for the drivers want to get back to town, and I believe they are right.”

Immediately the cellar was opened, the ladder set up against the first wagon, the lanterns lighted, the planks set leaning in their places, and until eleven o'clock we did nothing but unload wine, roll down casks, let them down with my ropes, and put them in their places.

Never had I worked as I did on that day!

Not before eleven o'clock did Cousin George, seeing everything settled to his satisfaction, seem pleased; he tapped the first cask, filled a jug with wine, and said, ”Now, mates, come up; we will have a good draught, and then we will get to bed.”

The cellar was shut up, so we drank in the large parlor, and then all, one after another, went home to bed, upon the stroke of midnight.

All the villagers were astonished to see how these Parisians worked: they were all the talk. At one time it was how cousin had bought up all the manure at the gendarmerie; then how he had made a contract to have all his land drained in the autumn; and then how he was going to build a stable and a laundry at the back of his house, and a distillery at the end of his yard: he was enlarging his cellars, already the finest in the country. What a quant.i.ty of money he must have!

If he had not paid his architect, the carpenters, and the masons cash down, it would have been declared that he was ruining himself. But he never wanted a penny; and his solicitor always addressed him with a smiling face, raising his hat from afar off, and calling him ”my dear Monsieur Weber.”

One single thing vexed George: he had requested at the prefecture, as soon as he arrived, a license to open his public-house at the sign of ”The Pineapple.” He had even written three letters to Sarrebourg, but had received no answer. Morning and evening, seeing me pa.s.s by with my carts of grain and flour, he called to me through the window, ”Hallo, Christian, this way just a minute!”

He never talked of anything else; he even came to tease me at the mayoralty-house, to indorse and seal his letters with attestations as to his good life and character; and yet no answer came.

One evening, as I was busy signing the registration of the reports drawn up in the week by the school-master, he came in and said, ”Nothing yet?”

”Cousin, I don't know the meaning of it.”

”Very well,” said he, sitting before my desk. ”Give me some paper.

Let me write for once, and then we will see.”

He was pale with excitement, and began to write, reading it as he went on:

”MONSIEUR LE SOUS-PReFET,--I have requested of you a license to open a public-house at Rothalp. I have even had the honor of writing you three letters upon the subject, and you have given me no answer.

Answer me--yes or no! When people are paid, and well paid, they ought to fulfil their duty.

”Monsieur le Sous-prefet, I have the honor to salute you.