 CHAPTER 10 OLD FRIENDS AND NEW LIFE Spring was here again, and all the trees and hedges were in bloom. Stifelli could not gaze her fill at the fresh green grass as she wandered through the meadows with her school-bag on her back. The golden butter-cups were gleaming here and there among the grasses, and red daisies were knotting merrily in the breeze. Stifelli was coming home from her last day of school for that season. How lovely that day had been a year ago when she had walked home with Finzi, and they had discussed the joys of the coming holidays. The whole summer had lain before them with the delightful prospect of many perfect days on the pasture. They would sit again under the ash-tree as long as they pleased, or look for berries on the bushes. Then they would have to chase Schwarzelli and be altogether as free as the birds that whistled in the trees above them. But what would the coming summer be like? Stifelli only saw before her many hot days to be spent in the room with her hateful knitting. She would probably not be able to spend one of them on the pasture, and at this thought she sat down on the edge of the meadow and sighed aloud. But Stifelli could never remain unhappy very long. Suddenly remembering that the wild strawberries behind the barn had been nearly ripe two days ago, she felt the need to inspect them. Quickly jumping up she ran towards the house first in order to rid herself of her heavy load of books. But hurriedly flinging open the door of the living-room, she stood stock still upon the threshold, dumb with astonishment. An unknown man sat opposite her mother, confidentially talking to her, and beside him was a boy of Vinzi's age who took a lively part in the conversation. The mother was wearing a happier face than she had shown for a long while, and every few moments Vinzi's name was mentioned between them. I suppose this is your little daughter, said the man glancing towards the door. Come here, Stifelli. I am no stranger. I am your Uncle Lorenz, and this is Yos, a good friend of Vinzi's. Stifelli came joyfully up to greet the two whom Vinzi had loved so dearly. They seemed very welcome just at this time when she had felt so especially lonely. She took Uncle Lorenz's hand trustfully, for he gazed at her with such friendly eyes. It also made her happy to look at Yos, constantly smiling at her, as if he wished to say, We'll get along well together. Stifelli turned towards her Uncle and said casually, Isn't Yos going to stay with us all summer? You know Vinzi stayed with you just as long as that. The Uncle laughed. I call it a real welcome to be expected to stay all summer, but we'll have to talk with your father and see what he says. Why don't you take Yos out with you a little and see how you get along together? This did not have to be urged. Stifelli, taking her cousin's hand, drew him happily after her. He must see everything in the stable and the barn, the garden and the chicken-yard. It was just as if Vinzi were home again and could share all her delights. Meanwhile, Vinzi's Lessa had returned from his work, and upon entering the room had greeted his guest with a surprise and visible joy. In the state of deepening depression under which he was laboring, his contented-looking cousin Lorenz was a welcome sight. We so much missed hearing from you, said the latter, after the first greetings, that my wife kept teasing me about your Vinzi. She feared we might not see him all summer, and we wanted to be sure to have him up again for the season. I want him no less than she does, for we miss him ever so much. We thought we'd bring you our yos for a while, as we agreed to do, and then the two boys could come up to us together till winter time. But your wife has just told me that Vinzi has gone away. I am mighty sorry not to see him, I must say, and my wife will be bitterly disappointed if he does not come. You have no idea how much she thinks of Vinzi, but he deserves it. The parents were glad to hear their cousin's words about Vinzi, but remained silent. Before the boy's name was mentioned, the furrows on Vincent's lest's brow always deepened, showing clearly that it touched the sorest spot. His wife therefore mentioned Vinzi as little as she could. Considerate little Stefeli by that time had felt that it was high time for Yos to get something to eat. She therefore came back and entered the room hand in hand with him. The two seemed to be old friends already. Yos went straight up to his uncle Vincent's to greet him. The latter looked at the open face of the boy with a mixture of pain and delight, health, strength, and the sheer joy of living laughed from the lad's eyes. He'll be as big as you some day, Lorenz, said Vincent's, after having measured Yos from top to toe. He must be a real help already. So he is, I can tell you, replied Lorenz, pleased that his cousin should find it worthwhile to examine his boy thoroughly. Mrs. Lessa, who had disappeared, now opened the door and gave Stefeli a sign. The child immediately began to set the table, taking great care not to forget anything. Your wife has a good little helper, too, said cousin Lorenz, watching Stefeli's quick preparations with great approval. My wife would like to have her, too. You must send her up to us some day, but I can't guarantee that you'll ever get her back. The mother now came in and set on the table the best her kitchen and cellar could provide. It was a special delight to her to entertain these guests who had shown Vinzy so much kindness. I hope you are going to stay with us a few days, cousin, she said as she settled down opposite to him. She kept a vigilant eye on his and the boy's plates and constantly supplied them with fresh rosy ham and gold green salad leaves from her garden. Won't you leave Yos here with us for a few weeks, cousin, she asked? But Stefeli here pulled violently at her mother's apron and whispered, Say for the summer mother quickly before he says yes, for she was terribly afraid that the proposal might be accepted and then could not be changed. Yes, I will, cousin, and I must say you don't make it hard for one to stay, replied the cousin. I came purposely on Saturday so I could have a nice Sunday with you to-morrow. I'll gladly stay if it suits you, but I'll have to leave on Monday. Vincennes shall settle what is to be done about my boy. There is plenty of time, replied the latter leisurely. We'll take a walk across the fields to-morrow. I suppose you count on looking about you here, and that will give us a good chance to talk. Look at the couch-table before everything else, cried Yos enthusiastically, who had been silent till then out of deep respect for his uncle. But the impression he had received in the stable was too powerful for him to be restrained. I am sure there are no finer cows anywhere than an uncle's stable. They look as clean as if they had just been watered. I thought you would like them, said his father, and I must see them to-day. Do you still have your breed from Freiberg, Vincennes? Why not, retorted the other. I don't change a thing if it's good. Your boy seems to have eyes in his head. As soon as they had risen from the table, the men began their stroll through the stable and barn. Yos and Stafeli joyfully realized their chance to take another walk, for there were still many things for Yos to see. Early next afternoon the two men wandered through the blooming fields and meadows of Lessa's property. Mrs. Lessa was taking the children to the sunny slope where the first strawberries were ripening, for she knew that that would please them both. She had planned this separation as the men had many affairs to talk over. Busy with observations of the blooming trees, the luscious grass and the fields which promised a plentious harvest, they had reached the slope where Lessa's fine forest ground began. Before they started up the forest path, shaded by beautiful beech trees, Lorenz stood still a moment gazing down at the dwelling-house, which looked up so invitingly from the high walnut trees surrounding it. Vincennes, you are a lucky man, he said at last, joy and peace in your house and everything about you in such fine shape that no one could wish for anything better, and all this is your own property. Yes, and another place in Freiberg with twice as many houses here, and grass enough to fill the barn to the top. The furrow in Vincennes Lessa's brow grew deeper while he spoke as if worse things yet were coming. I get twelve cheeses a year from the milk. I see no reason for you to despair of Vincennes, said the other with laughing eyes. I never knew that the other place belonged to you as well, so you have two fine properties. While I can't help wondering about you, our Lord has heaped you with blessings, and you show a face as if you had nothing but storms to battle. It is easy for you to talk, Sid Vincennes grimly. You have three fine strong boys fit for work. But look at me. After all the work I have done here I shall have to see it go to pieces. I can't be in two places at once, and my son won't open his eyes and see the fine life that lies before him. Hundreds might envy him. When I inherited this place I left my father's home where every tree seemed like a comrade and every piece of livestock had grown up under my very eyes. You can believe me that I hated to go, but you have no idea how rundown and neglected this place was, and I knew that no stranger would undertake to look after it. I said to myself that I would do it for my boy. In a few years he would be old enough to manage it himself, and then I could go home again. I even brought the property up more quickly than I expected to. Don't you yourself say that it looks like a blooming garden from one end to the other? Shall I let it run down again, or shall I let my other place go to such ruin that one can't recognize it any longer? Tell me what you think. Don't you think I have good cause to worry, and do you wonder I don't sing and whistle? You can see now how I stand. It is not half so bad as you think, retorted Lorenz with a cheerful face. You have a boy who is sure to amount to something fine one day. But you don't only have a boy. You have a daughter besides who is sure to bring you nothing but pleasure. That's six or seven years past. You are an active man and can easily keep up both estates till then. By that time you can give over this place here to your girl. She'll know how to look after it, and you can go back home once more. I shouldn't wonder if somebody would turn up by then who would gladly share the work and responsibility with her. Your place will be in good hands, then. Lorenz was walking on, but stopped once more. I nearly forgot to ask you the most important question, he said. What do you want to do with Yos? Do you wish to keep him, or would you rather be left by yourself? He is not slow to learn. I can see that, remarked Vincennes. You'll probably miss him, and I feel in your debt already, for Vincennes was no help to you in anything. Lorenz eagerly remounted straighted. Vincennes should just hear his wife on the subject, and she would tell him something else. She herself had suggested bringing Yos to them. She had never wanted any other boys to go away, but since Vincennes had been with them, she thought that Yos would learn only good things in such a household. She also maintained that gratitude had to be shown for leaving Vincennes with them so long, besides having the hope that Vincennes might return if Yos stayed with them for a while and was able to serve them likewise. Tell me frankly, concluded the cousin, have you another reason for hesitating and keeping Yos? That is my only reason, was the firm reply. Then Yos shall stay here, and you can send him home any time it suits you. Lorenz quickened his step now, for he wished to have plenty of leisure left to talk with his cousin Stephanie and her little daughter. He already felt bound to them in great friendship. When the evening was over he wanted to say goodbye to Stafeli, for he had to leave early the next morning when she would be sound asleep. But Stafeli, giving her hand, refused to do so, and in the morning, long before sunrise, she stood under the door and looked at her uncle with laughing eyes. She had grown so fond of this friendly man that she did not mind getting up so early. She had firmly made up her mind to see him off. But Stafeli also had another plan. As soon as her uncle was downstairs, she said casually, Can Yos stay here now? Can he stay all summer till fall? Yes, yes, smilingly replied the uncle, till your father sends him away. The mother had prepared steaming coffee to strengthen her relative on his homeward journey. Yos had got up even before Stafeli and could be hurt outside with the father. The boy had seen the stable door open and had run in to examine his uncle's beautiful cows one after the other. Vincennes seemed well pleased with this early visit. The boy uttered one cry of admiration after another as well as suitable observations about the different animals. For a time the father watched the boy as he went from stall to stall and looked at all the cows. But when Yos was so lost in the contemplation of the tidy stable and its inhabitants that he had forgotten everything else, the uncle said, I think we had better go to the house before your father leaves. He might escape us otherwise. Dear me, I never thought of that, exclaimed Yos, and bounded away like an arrow. After many hearty shakings of the hand the uncle started on his way. Vincennes wished to accompany him to the borders of his property and the others went as far as the garden hedge. When the men had disappeared, Stafeli asked quickly, Yos, wouldn't you like to go to the pasture? Then I could too, if you want me to. Certainly, but you can't ask me what I want, replied Yos, as I am not master here. Oh, I wish one could be master for once, sighed Stafeli. The father soon returned, and as the mother had found several things to attend to in the vegetable garden, he met all three outside. He went up to Yos, whilst Stafeli stood with round expectant eyes behind the boy. It seems to me you find real pleasure in the cows, Yos. Are you willing to take charge of them and take them to the pasture, asked the father? You are your own master, then, all day. I'll leave you in absolute charge of them, for you know what there is to do. The child can go with you and can help in case of need. She knows all the roads hereabouts, and also a good deal about her business. Does that suit you? Oh, yes, I'd like to do that best of all, cried Yos, whilst Stafeli leaped for joy. Then she raced into the house after her mother, as preparations for the day must be made at once. The father, meanwhile, went to the stable with Yos, as it was time to start. Stafeli had never pictured to herself how wonderful it would be to be outside again, and to chase her old friends and then cool off again under the shady ash tree. Yos's great joy in everything he saw and experienced would have carried Stafeli along, even if she had not been filled with happiness and joy herself. While her old acquaintances were there again, besides four gorgeous new red and white spotted cows which her father had fetched from Freiburg, another young Schwartzeli was there, too, which galloped just as merrily from one side of the pasture to the other, as Stafeli's other favorite had done, and often jumped over fences and bridges if they did not catch her in time. Stafeli remembered all their characteristics and told Yos about them. They would get to know the four new ones before very long. Yos grasped things eagerly and always retained his knowledge. It seemed miraculous to Stafeli how he could outguess a cow when she wanted to run off. Then he caressed and calmed her. He caught Schwartzeli by the tail while giving her first bound before she started flying off across the pasture like the wind. It was exactly as if he could tell by looking at them just when they wanted to escape. Not much running had to be done, therefore, and Yos always said to the child, just stay under the tree, Stafeli, I can manage them quite well alone. And he was right. He had learned to understand the new cows so quickly that they made large, astonished eyes when their plans to run away were always frustrated from the start. Despite his duties, Yos found plenty of time frequently to leap up for joy. Often he sang and yodeled so loudly that it re-echoed from all the hills. His voice was so fine and melodious that Stafeli was charmed by it and would beg over and over. Sing again, Yos, sing it for me again. The morning always passed so quickly that the two looked at each other questioningly when they heard the sounds of the noonday bell from far away. It seemed hardly possible that so many hours had already passed. Stafeli always spread out their lunch under the ash-tree in the good old way. After a searching glance at the cows, who had quietly settled down about them in the sunshine, Yos sat down willingly by Stafeli. He first of all admired the neatly spread repast before him, for he had never seen a meal set out so perfectly outdoors. The swaying branches above gave them the needed shade. I am sure no one else could spread a table as well as you can, Stafeli, he said, full of admiration. Then he began to eat everything Stafeli offered him with the heartiest appetite. The afternoon passed as quickly as the morning, and when they were strolling homewards in the bright evening light, Stafeli said, Oh, it was lovely today. I hope all the other days will be exactly like it. I hope so too, repeated Yos. Vincenzo Lessa stood at his barn and watched his herd coming home. Yos was running alongside of the cows, first on one side and then on the other. This kept them walking in a neat row instead of running first here then there. A quick orderly boy said Vincenzo Lessa to himself as he slowly met the procession on its way to the stable. A series of perfect days followed, and the children had the happiest times. Stafeli's wish seemed to be fulfilled, for she fairly beamed with joy and well-being all day long, and Yos sang and yodeled louder every day from sheer happiness. It's just as if Vincenzo were back since Yos is with us. Don't you think so, mother, said Stafeli, coming home one day with cheeks flushed, partly from delight and partly from the bright light of the setting sun? Yos as usual had stayed outside with his uncle. Yes, replied the mother, as long as we can't have Vincenzo, I am glad Yos takes his place. I like Yos as much as if he belonged to us. I too sit Stafeli without hesitation. But there are three times when I had a better time with Vincenzo. In the morning, in the evening, and on rainy days, it was much nicer then when Vincenzo was at home. The mother well understood what Stafeli alluded to, but she asked the child to let Yos go on his way, as he was doing his duty, and it would be wrong of her to hinder him in that. I have tried already, but it does no good, said Stafeli frankly. She was forbidden to do so again. The mother was only too glad and grateful to see how Yos occupied himself at those times, even if Stafeli was displeased. He did so of his own free will, and she had noticed that it had actually improved her husband's temper. Yos was always the first up in the morning, and if this stable, which was his favorite resort, was still closed, he thought of something which had to be set in order in the barn. In this way Vincenzo would find him busy with hammering or mending something. The boy always came to breakfast at the very last minute when the coffee was put upon the table. He didn't even notice how impatiently Stafeli was waiting for him. In the evening, after their return, Yos could not be lured away from his cows till the last one had returned from watering and was comfortably bedded on the straw. The mother had always set the steaming pot on the table before he came in. Stafeli never could count on running over to the wild strawberry bed with Yos, therefore. On rainy days Yos always disappeared entirely. He knew in the early morning what work had to be done that day in the fields, the hills, the woods, or on the trees. When it rained he would quickly ask his uncle, can I go with the man to-day? The other always agreed. Why not, if you don't mind the rain? Rain didn't bother Yos at all. Something that grew and brought in fruit interested him so much that he wanted to see it and have a hand in it if possible. Best of all, he liked it when the wood which had been felled had to be brought home from the forest. Then the horse was hitched to a large lumber wagon and Yos sat on the high seat beside the hired man. As soon as they had left the house behind them the man would say, There, take them if you want to drive. When Yos the rains he stretched out full length in the wagon to sleep a little longer. Yos knew the horse well and the horse knew him, so the matter went very smoothly. Yos had already helped in every kind of farm work and knew exactly when things were in order or when something was amiss. He took hold of everything with such spirit and eagerness that he acquired an instinct for what was needed when matters went wrong. In the beginning Vincent's Lessa had said to his wife in a bitter tone, Just look how he enjoys everything. He works with such an eagerness as if it were his own. Look at the pleasure he finds in it all. And my own boy, for whom we work, has never even seen it. But everything had turned out to make Mrs. Lessa happy. Her husband spoke every day in a different tone about Yos. He could say quite cheerfully now. The boy has four eyes in his head. He discovers what I overlook myself and the man would never have seen. He actually sees everything. I can entirely depend on him as on no one else, and he is so handy that it is a pleasure to see him work. Mrs. Lessa saw her husband's growing delight in their young nephew with hearty feelings of gratitude. He was in a much better humor than he had been for years. When during the afternoon she was sitting quietly and undisturbed in her room, her thoughts unerringly dwelt upon Vinzy, and she pondered about his future. She wondered if he would return after a year and take up the life his father wished him to, in which case he would never be really happy. Or if he had definitely chosen a new path for himself, which would forever estrange him from his father. She lost herself in imaginary conversations with her son, and the slightest noise made her start up as she would think that her boy might have suddenly returned. So it happened one day that her thoughts had been busy with Vinzy that the house door was opened and the noise of several footsteps neared the room. Mrs. Lessa had jumped up and running to the door had quickly opened it. Old friends who are looking for shelter in your house, said a vigorous man's voice. That same instant a slight hand grasped hers than another. Only then could she really see them. Welcome! Welcome, Alida, Hugo! Welcome, Mr. Thornow! she cried heartily delighted. Are you staying in our parts again? Not exactly, but we are here for the presence, said Mr. Thornow, returning her friendly handshake. We'll stay here if you will receive us, but if you say no, we'll have to wander home again. Before everything else I must tell you that I am bringing you two children who have lost their mother. They have asked me to come here, for nowhere else will suit them. Mrs. Lessa was one over already. The poor children, she said to herself, and the poor father, she added, and she turned to the latter. Mr. Thornow, she said, won't you stay here till evening when my husband comes home? Then we can talk it over. And what does his wife say, asked Mr. Thornow. Oh, she would love to take their mother's place for a time if she could, replied Mrs. Lessa. I am glad he exclaimed with satisfaction. He was willing to wait for Mr. Lessa, and settled meanwhile under the shady walnut trees with his children. Vincennes Lessa looked with surprise at the guests he found waiting before his house, but there was not much time for wondering, because Mr. Thornow had gone up to him and eloquently informed him of the reason for this visit. He was sure Mr. Lessa would not shut his door against him and especially his children, who had declared that they would not spend their summer anywhere in the world except at Mr. Lessa's residence. He had come with the firm hope that Mr. Lessa would not turn them away and begged him not to propose a house in the neighborhood they already knew, as the children simply would not go back there. He had no intention either of forcing them to it. It meant either Mr. Lessa's house or going home again. As it was impossible for him to stay with the children just then, he could not leave them anywhere else alone. Vincennes Lessa was not displeased at hearing the gentleman's words, either his house or none, but still one could not tell what these children might bring into his home, for he hardly knew the people. After reflecting a while he answered, it falls to my wife, looking after children is her affair. This suited him best, if his wife wanted to keep them as he suspected already it would be his wife's concern. If they got into mischief she would have to look out for them, for she had taken them in. With pleasure replied Mr. Thornow. Quickly turning to Mrs. Lessa he said, Everything is settled, I suppose, for I think you have already said yes in your heart. Mrs. Lessa heartily shook Mr. Thornow's hand, for he had been right. She had long ago decided to keep the motherless children and show them all the affection she was capable of. Mr. Thornow was anxious to take immediate leave, as he had planted journey on as soon as he knew his children were in good hands. Then Mrs. Lessa consulted him about their life, what their occupations and pleasures were to be. Her own children had always led the most simple life, she told him. Mr. Thornow wished for nothing better than to give them the life hers were leading. To be up on the pasture from morning till evening would be the best for them he could hope for. The rest of the time Mrs. Lessa could judge for herself. To his great disappointment Alita's music lessons had been given up. He had always enjoyed her playing. His chief wish was to see them both come back to him sunburned and with blooming cheeks just as her own lad looked. Taking Mrs. Lessa a little apart, pointing to his sad looking pale boy, he added, I am sure I won't have to specially recommend him to your care. Just look at him. He never was very strong or happy, and since he has lost his mother he is worse than ever. No life, no spirits, no interest in anything. The doctor actually insisted on my sending him away. Mr. Thornow quickly took farewell till the autumn when he planned to see them all. Just then, Yos and Stafeli merrily chatting came home with the cows. Yos disappeared in the stable as usual, and Stafeli slowly approached the house. There was no hurry for her mother was busy in the kitchen, and Yos would not come back yet for at least an hour. Suddenly her slow steps turned into great leaps, for at the strawberry hedge she had discovered two figures. Could it really be true? And yet it was! With a cry of joy Stafeli ran over to Alita and Hugo. Alita also greeted Stafeli with loud, continued expressions of delight. But where is Vinzy? Asked Alita when the greetings were over. Stafeli told her how long he had been away, and that no one knew when he would come back. Alita looked extremely disappointed, but Stafeli always had a consolation ready. I am sure he'll come home while you are here. Yos is here too, and you'll be sure to like him. Will you stay all summer long? Alita assented, and we are to spend our days on the pasture because Papa wants us to, she added. But it is a shame Vinzy won't be with us. Stafeli answered Alita that it was never dull up on the pasture. Her father had prophesied a long stretch of good weather, and that meant that they would be out of doors all day. Mr. Lessa had been right. The merry little group could wander up day after day to the sunny pasture, and Mrs. Lessa sought to it that a really nourishing meal was always taken along. Alita was in perfect raptures over this free life hitherto unknown to her. What a blissful beginning of the day to start off in the early morning, when she was usually lying asleep in bed behind her heavy curtains. How delicious the pure air was! All the birds in the trees sang and whistled so that it sounded like a loud chorus of joy to God. The two girls would start out together on little trips to explore the interesting places on the large wide pasture. Sometimes they would seek berries or flowers. Another time they went to the old wall where the shining lizard sunned themselves or listened attentively when the children began to sing. Stefeli knew that if they were silent or made the least movement the little green creatures would quickly slip away. Alita found it an especial treat to be able to sit down anywhere on the sun-dried ground. She had not experienced this before, and it gave her constant pleasure. Stefeli was always ready to settle down beside her, and everything furnished them with subjects for lively conversation. On the first morning when Stefeli had promised to wake an Alita early, both girls stood fresh and full of enterprise before the barn, waiting for Yos. He had to loosen the cows from their chains before driving them out. Hugo had come down from his room because his father had wished him to go along to the pasture. He looked so frail and tired that it hurt Mrs. Lessa to look at him. She let him affectionately back to his room and fixing the cushions on his bed, told him to rest a little longer. There was no hurry for him to go, for a little later on she would take him up and show him the way herself. He would never have to start quite so early if he did not want to. For the first time since he had lost his mother, Hugo felt himself sheltered again by a mother's affectionate care. And that day on a great love for her began to fill his heart. She watched over him like a mother and saw to it that everything was done for him that might do him good. In these first days the quiet boy, who was still bearing a great sorrow in his heart, spent many hours alone in Mrs. Lessa's company. He found great consolation in it and learned to feel such confidence in her that he began to talk about his mother. She listened with such sympathy that they always returned to that subject when he was with her. The comfort the boy found in her warm interest was soon apparent. One day Hugo came down quite early into the gleaming sunshine. He had never done it since that first day when he had looked so pale and tired. He already seemed much stronger and to Mrs. Lessa's joy wished to go right up to the pasture. Till then he had preferred to sit in the house till she sent him out and accompanied him partway. Hugo found Yoselon on the pasture singing and whistling while he strolled about among cows. Alita and Stafeli had gone on a little trip of discovery. It seemed as if Hugo saw the beautiful creatures who were grazing here and there looking about them for the first time in his life. He began to ask Yos many questions for after watching them carefully he had noticed how much they differed in their looks as well as in their ways. He had always thought that cows were just cows, one like another. Yos was in his element now and grew talkative, drawing Hugo's attention to all the animals' habits. The subject proved so contagious that Hugo conceived a keen interest in them and wanted to hear all about them. He only had to ask to be told what he wished to know. Yos could describe them with such keen vividness that Hugo grew most eager to share Yos's knowledge and to find pleasure in it. He soon knew what fodder was the best for milk, which was made first into butter and then into cheese and how the milk had to be handled for that purpose. He also learned that the alpine herdsmen preferred Vincennes less as milk to any other because his cows were of the best stock and were so immaculately kept. The two were still talking eagerly, went to their great astonishment, Stifeli came running toward them and spread out their midday meal under the swaying ash tree. They had been so lost in their conversation that they had not noticed how the time had flown. This had suited Stifeli too because she had come back rather late from her expedition. Alita also appeared and in the best of humour as the four sat down to lunch. All of them felt especially merry because Hugo had never been so lively and gay. We'll pretend we are a family, suggested Alita, and we must always stay the same. Hugo is the proprietor of an estate, and I of his sister, the unmarried lady of the mansion, Yos is our manager. Since Stifeli can be the mistress was Hugo's proposition. But Hugo she couldn't be, Yos cried out. Stifeli cooks for us and sets the table. She couldn't be the gentleman's wife. She must be my wife. Yos is right, decided Alita. We'll have it that way then. You see the owner has a mother. That's much better than a wife, said Hugo. When Mrs. Lessa visits us some day, you'll have to receive her as my mother and prepare a great feast for her. This thought met great approval and they began to plan immediately for this feast. Alita invented such astonishing plans for the celebration with torches and rockets that Yos said that our cows will all jump over the hedges from fright and the people at the feast will have to climb after them in their festive jackets. All four burst into loud laughter at this picture which brought a sudden end to these extravagant plans. Their meal was ended and they settled here and there in the shadows of the broad branches. Soon all four were sound asleep, fanned by the leafy boughs above them. They slept as well as if they had been lying on regal couches. On Hugo's pale cheeks the air and sunshine gently caressing him roused a faint rosy color. Seeing merrily the whole company afterward came wandering down from the pasture aglow from the golden light of the setting sun. As usual Yos went to the stable and Hugo disappeared with him. Oh, dear, now he begins at two sets to Felly. I only wonder what he wants to do there still. Just let him go, remarked Alita. I am glad of it. He is much happier when he is with Yos. I have noticed that to-day. CHAPTER XI Autumn was here. Unless as household it had come much too soon for everyone and the children could not believe that their days on the pasture were nearly over, Hugo and Alita would soon have to go right into the heart of a large city far away. Yos would go home to his mountain while poor Stiffelli would be left behind, unhappy, and alone. I don't want to be always alone, said Stiffelli, determinedly when they had discussed their prospects on one of their last days together. I'll send a letter to Uncle Lorenz. You know he promised me something. I suppose Vinzi will soon come back, said Alita, and he'll be wonderful company for you. We would have had lots more fun if he had been with us this summer. There were so many things I wanted to talk to him about, things none of you could understand. The same day Vinz sends Lessa said to his wife, I hope Lorenz won't come yet to Vettrio's home. It has been such a good year that we still have our hands full. Things have to be done on every side and I can't do them without the boy. He has the best memory and such good ideas, common sense besides enough for three, and a love and interest in the work as if it were all for himself instead of for us. He just wants to keep the farm in good shape. I would give half the place to have such a son. It would mean so much to me. Let's be glad he is still with us, replied the wife, and I think he'll stay yet for a while. Good cousin Lorenz hasn't even warned us yet. Mr. Delrick sent word from time to time, and a letter had come rather lately with the usual good news. Vinzi was well and everything going smoothly. Mr. Delrick seemed to be in no hurry for Vinzi's return, though the year of his absence was practically over. A few days later when the children walked into the room one night, a large letter lay on the table. That's from Papa, cried Alita, upon seeing the handwriting. It was addressed to Mr. Lessa. Now everything is over, said Hugo, who had come in also. You'll find that we'll have to go now, Alita. The children were quite frightened, for even while they had discussed their departure, none of them had realized how near it really was. Even Joss, who had joined them made large bewildered eyes. He had never quite pictured to himself the end of their list, and just lately least of all, when he and Hugo had been drawn so closely to each other in friendship. Should this all be over for good now, with their separation? As soon as the father came in, he took up the letter only to put it aside again. He only read letters when there was nothing else to do, and supper was more important. When Mrs. Lessa had brought it in, and had looked after everyone's needs, she asked her husband if she should open the letter. She knew that the children who had recognized their father's handwriting were most anxious to hear it. As he willingly agreed, she first read the message to herself. All she told them, however, was that Mr. Thornow would arrive in a few days to fetch his children home. They would hear about the rest the next day. A deep silence followed. Soon the four children quietly stole away from the table one by one. They met outside under the large walnut tree according to a previous plan. Here under the old tree as a staunch witness, they gave each other the solemn promise to do everything in their power to reunite next summer. They longed to spend as perfect a summer together again. When the children had gone to bed and Vincent's Lessa had lit his pipe, Mrs. Lessa sat down beside him to read a loud Mr. Thornow's letter. He was writing from Dresden where he had stopped a few days. He had gone there to see Mr. Delrick, who had decided to join him on his trip to Switzerland. This would give him an opportunity personally to bring the parents' news about their son. But as Mr. Thornow's time was extremely limited, he unfortunately would have to take the last train to Luc on Sunday evening and leave again with the earliest train on Monday. He therefore made them a proposal. If the Lessa family, including their little daughter, would bring his children to Freiberg on Sunday, they could all spend a pleasant date together in that city. As Freiberg was Mr. Lessa's former home, Mr. Thornow had a hope that it was possible to persuade Mr. Lessa to go there. They might arrive early on Sunday afternoon, and he and Mr. Delrick would meet them at the train as they expected to reach Freiberg earlier. In conclusion he said that Mr. Lessa and his wife would, by doing him this favor, crown their former kindness to his children, a refusal of his expectations would mean no less to him than a hail stormed to Mr. Lessa's fields. Vincenzo's Lessa remained silent for quite a while. Then he asked, does he write nothing about our boy? Mrs. Lessa answered that the only thing about Vinzi was what she had read, namely that Mr. Delrick was anxious to give them news about the boy in person. Do you know why he doesn't want to bring him, asked Lessa further? We can't know that, replied the wife. But we can guess, and I'll tell you why, the reason is that Mr. Delrick realizes that he mustn't make him into a travelling musician. He is in no hurry to bring him home, because he has turned his thoughts further than ever from farming, and he is afraid to tell me. I know he is a good man, but he has made a mistake. Everybody dislikes admitting such a thing. Vincenzo's Lessa blew such thick clouds of smoke from his pipe that his wife found it advisable to let them disperse a little. Then she said cautiously, I think we had better hear first what Mr. Delrick has to say. It will be a blessing to be able to talk to him. What do you say about going to Freiberg? I wouldn't think of going, said her husband curtly. You don't suppose I'll go as far as that for no reason or whatever. Why should I go to Freiberg, as if I had nothing else to do? Nobody who knows you could possibly think that, said his wife. Besides, Mr. Thornow hasn't fixed it on a Sunday for nothing. He knows well enough you wouldn't come during the week. He asks us most politely, and it would have been easy for him to tell any other person to fetch the children home. Apparently he would value it very much if we took the children to him. I must admit, Binsens, that I have grown extremely fond of them. They have both clearly shown me how they hate to leave. I'd love to go and put them into his hands myself. Why don't you go with them, then, he retorted, still showing an obstinate disinclination in his voice. You had better go to Freiberg. You are sufficient escort for them. No Binsens, I won't do it, answered his wife with firm decision. You can see from the letter that Mr. Thornow wants you, too. You also know that I couldn't settle with Mr. Delrick what is further to be done about the boy. We'll either go together, or we won't go at all. It is for you to decide. The silence which followed proved too long for Mrs. Luss, and she began again. I don't really see why we shouldn't go to Freiberg as long as they ask us to. Don't you remember how delighted we used to be as children when father and mother would take us there on a Sunday? We were the happiest creatures on earth sitting on the high carriage between them with such exciting adventures before us. We really should do it for memory's sake. We always went to church first and heard the beautiful organ. Do you remember how your mother insisted on doing this, first of all? Didn't it give you pleasure to go back? It also would give you a splendid chance to run over to your farm. You ought to have looked it over long ago, and you are sure to find lots of things to attend to. Now that Yos is with us, you can leave much more easily than afterward. You'll have a lot of important things to do there, and if nothing special takes you there, you'll never make up your mind to go. You had better take the journey before something actually goes wrong, and you might have reason to blame yourself for not having gone before. The thought that the trip might have a good side had begun to take hold of Vincennes Lessa. Very deliberately, but still unwillingly, he replied, How did you think of all these things? I don't see how we could be away so long. It would take at least three days. Not for everybody, replied Mrs. Lessa promptly, for she had thought out everything minutely. We can easily attend to things here on Sunday morning before leaving. We'll be in Freiburg early in the afternoon, and that same evening I'll travel home as far as I can with the children, in order to get here as soon as possible on Monday morning. How many children do you expect to bring home? The two strangers will have gone, and you yourself have only one. This time the husband had found the words first. Only hour two, Yosin Stafelli. I don't mean to bring strangers home, his wife said calmly. What? You want to take Yosin long to, said Vincennes Lessa, much excited. That would make it out of the question for me to go. If Yosin's at home to keep things in order, I won't even budge from here. Count on that. But Mrs. Lessa began to show him how easily their hired man could look after the simple work in this table which had to be done on Sunday. Monday morning Yosin would be back again. In this way nothing would be neglected. Just think, Vincennes concluded his wife, what Yosin's done for us. He has been with us a long while, and we have not done the slightest thing for him. I am sure it would give him pleasure to go along. We owe it only to him if you have time now to look over your other farm, to see what has to be done there. You can easily stay away a week, for I promise to look after the farm if I have Yosin, so you won't need to grumble. Vincennes Lessa was a just man, eager to act upon what he felt to be right. He was glad to give Yosin a well-earned holiday and to have the opportunity besides of carrying out a needful undertaking. After weighing the matter carefully he finally declared, all right, we'll go then, but tell Yosin about it as soon as possible. He can plan things out beforehand, so everything will stay in order while he is gone. Tomorrow, said Mrs. Lessa, happy at having such pleasant prospects to tell the children, especially her ever-willing Yosin. At the news of their coming expedition the children showed unbounded delight. Alida and Stavelli jumped from sheer enthusiasm and Hugo said, now everything isn't quite over yet. It will be much easier for us to go away if everybody comes along. Yos could hardly realize the treat that lay before him. It was too wonderful to be taken to Freiburg and see the city and get a glimpse of the fine country on the way. From joy and astonishment he could scarcely say a word. Alida would be his first journey for he had never been away from his mountain except when he had come to Luc. Sunday arrived, the whole company traveled gaily across the beautiful country which lay gleaming in the brightest sunshine. The trip proved even more delightful than they had anticipated. Alida and Stavelli never stopped talking and Hugo kept busy either joining in with them or pointing out the interesting things along the way, which they would have overlooked on account of their constant chatter. Yos, on the contrary, was so absorbed in the new beautiful things on every side that he never took his eyes from the landscape and remained in the deepest silence, attentively gazing out. Thus the hours flew by unnoticed. Quite surprised the children jumped up from their seats when the father said, look out now, we are nearly at Freiburg. In a few minutes the name was actually called out and the train stopped. Mrs. Lessa looked out of the window expectantly to see if the gentlemen had come to meet them. Sure enough there they were. But the mother uttered a low sigh. She had hoped till the last moment that Mr. Delric, as a surprise, had brought their boy with them. But Vincy wasn't there. The loud cries of joy beside her drew her attention to the two children who flung themselves upon their father. Mr. Thornau now held them both in his arms and responded to their stormy greetings with exclamations of joy as surprise. He held his son a short distance from him and looked at him happily. And is this supposed to be my thin, frail Hugo who had neither spirit nor strength? You look as sunburnt as a woodsman with your fat cheeks and beaming eyes. Mrs. Lessa he called to the mother. What did you do with him? He is a different creature. And is this stalwart gypsy girl really myelida? The blood throbs through your brown cheeks with health. Mrs. Lessa, Mrs. Lessa, how on earth did you do it? Oh, we know, we know how, cried out the children simultaneously and immediately began to relate to the father how they had spent their delicious summer days. It would have been impossible for Mrs. Lessa to give any information now. After greeting her husband, Mr. Delrick took Mrs. Lessa's hand. Just as if he had read from her eyes what was in her heart, he said, Don't worry about Vincy, Mrs. Lessa. He is perfectly well and he is still a great joy to me. The reason why he is not here is not a bad one. You must believe me. Oh, here's my little stefeli, too, and another old friend besides. He continued turning toward the children. I am glad yours came, too, for he must belong entirely to your family by now. Yes, like our own, said Mrs. Lessa, putting your arms around the boy. Thank God that we have him. I'd like to ask what you think about a plan we made, continued Mr. Delrick. I wonder what Mr. Lessa will say. Our friend, Mr. Thornau, has asked us all to dinner today at a hotel quite near the beautiful Old Nicholas Church, so we thought it would be pleasant to go there first of all and then have a nice quiet time together. Mrs. Lessa glanced at her husband, for she wanted him to decide. She herself was most anxious to go to the church immediately. Old memories had risen in Vincy's Lessa's mind as soon as he had set his foot in Freiburg. As a child, he had known nothing more wonderful than to drive to Freiburg on a Sunday and his little girl neighbor had felt the same. He had always loved to enter the tall, quiet church holding his mother's hand. Whenever he heard the sounds of the wonderful organ, they revealed to him a different world, one quite apart from his daily life. I'd be only too glad to go to church first, he began. It is but suitable that we should go, as it is Sunday today. At this, the little company started off into the town. It was very still in the large old church and so dark in the solemn that the children stepped very lightly before settling down beside their parents. Suddenly, the organ began to play and rich, powerful tones floated through the quiet building. It seemed as if all the heavenly hosts were singing a hymn of praise and joy for all the world. Steffaly uttered a low cry and violently pulled her mother's sleeve. It is Vinzy mother, she said, in intense excitement. The mother also had recognized her boy's curly head at her first glance toward the organ. It had so surprised and overcome her that she could barely keep from sobbing aloud. She wanted her husband to share her deep emotion, quietly touching him, she whispered. Vincent's, it is Vinzy. He gave no reply nor looked up, seemingly unwilling to show he had been moved. The music suddenly changed. From a low plain to its swell to a tremendous wail, as if a chorus of despairing creatures were cast down by sorrow and contrition. In the midst of this, their grief reached its height and changed into meek ardent entreaties for help and mercy. At that moment, the heavens seemed to open and a clear, lovely chant of angels brought down a message of love and eternal joy. Just in the middle of the angels' choir, a rich, clear voice rang out and filled the church with the words and the blessed song of mercy. Yo, upon hearing the well-known sounds, so much more glorious and inspiring than he had ever imagined them, had been completely carried away. At the ending where he had always joined in, he could not stop himself from lustily singing his words to the chorus of angels. When the last tone faded away, a deep silence rained in the church. After a while, both gentlemen rose. Vincent's lessa also got up, but he had been obliged to wipe his eyes a number of times. How can you believe such a thing? He said to his wife in a hoarse voice in answer to the words she had whispered to him. No one can tell me that was Vinzy. Mr. Delricks stood immediately behind him. Mr. Lessa, he said, patting him on the shoulder, we don't need to believe anything till we have gone to the organ to see for ourselves. He can certainly play, I know that, said Mr. Thornow satisfied. How did you like it, Alita? Oh, it was wonderful, and I wish it were not over yet. Come, let us go along, too. I'd love to see who played. And taking his daughter's hand, Mr. Thornow followed the others up to the organ loft. Mr. Delricks had quickly gone ahead, and before the others had arrived, the same joyful melody greeted them again. Vinz sends Lessa upon entering, stood stock still. At the organ really sat his curly-headed boy. As he was playing, the father could actually hear how he produced those stirring melodies. Nothing helped now, and Lessa had to wipe his eyes repeatedly. Vinzy had ceased, and his mother finally let Stifelli's hand go. The child rushed to her brother and tenderly clung to him. Now the father came up with Mr. Delrick. Mr. Lessa, he said, your son has played you the song of mercy, and I hope you will also be merciful and forgive him if he does not want to become a farmer. Lessa had grasped his son's hand. More than that, more than that, Vinzy, he finally said after a great effort to control himself. You make your parents proud of you, and not what I used to think. I never realized such a thing could happen. I never, never knew it. When I used to come to Freiberg as a boy and heard this organ, I thought that people who played it were creatures entirely set apart, not human beings like one of us. You must be most thankful to Mr. Delrick, boy, for we owe him everything. He found the way for you and made this possible. Not I, Mr. Lessa, not I, Mr. Delrick remonstrated. Peter Savanus is the one who knew what was in Vinzy and who knew what ought to be done with him. Let us be grateful to him. You shall also know right away that Vinzy is not losing time with a breadless art. He already has an offer from a church in Dresden to play every Sunday. I suppose you approve of that, Mr. Lessa. He'll be able to keep on studying at the same time, and I think the longer the better. I hope it will suit you to leave him with me for a few more years. Whatever you deem wise, sir, Lessa replied unhesitatingly, perfectly convinced that Mr. Delrick's plans and his would evermore agree. Then since Lessa was pleased that his friend had kept a long silence about Vinzy, until he could really prove his case. One surprise after another was in store for Vinzy. When Yos suddenly stepped up to him, Vinzy greeted his old friend with the greatest joy. So it was you after all, he exclaimed. I heard you singing down in the church and it nearly upset me. I had to think over and over again. Who knows our song and has a voice just like Yos's? But I thought you couldn't be here and here you are after all. In the greatest surprise he greeted Elida, Hugo and Mr. Thornow. Elida found so many things to talk over with Vinzy about their past and future that Mr. Thornow found it wise to announce that the moment for dinner had arrived, that all their conversations could be continued at leisure. However much Mr. Lessa fought against it, he was taken to dinner at the Zoringer Hotel where he had not set his foot in his life before. Unfortunately the hour of parting came much too soon for them all. You don't know what I have to thank you for, said Mr. Thornow to Vincent Lessa at Leave Taking. My son, who never has shown the slightest inclination or wish for any occupation has just informed me that he has decided to become a landowner. After having already chosen the manager for his estate, he insists on getting all his cows from you. He says you have the finest that can be found anywhere and he knows all about the breed. My daughter has been fighting against studying music for over a year and has not once opened her beautiful piano in spite of all my remonstrances. Now she declares to me that it is her highest wish to take up her lessons again. Hearing her formal pupil play so beautifully makes her ambitious to work hard and catch up with him. I really mean it most seriously, Mr. Lessa, when I say that my gratitude for everything that my children have experienced in your house is much greater than I can say. I would love to prove it to you. Don't you ever expect to get to Hamburg, Mr. Lessa? No, I don't believe so, said the latter truthfully, but we are glad if the children have profited somewhat. We like to have them and would like them to come again. Mr. Thornau pressed Mrs. Lessa's hand most gratefully for his children had told him so much about her that he knew she had been a real mother to them. Will you let the children come back again? He asked sincerely. It would make me quite unhappy if they didn't come next summer, she said, half sadly, half happily and I'll look forward to their coming every summer. Upon taking leave of Mr. Lessa, Mr. Delrick told him that they would see each other again as he was planning to spend Vinzi's holidays in Luke. But first he intended to go to the Simplan in order to show Peter Savvainis how his pupil had progressed. If the father had no objection, he would take Vinzi with him. Lessa replied that Mr. Delrick should do whatever he thought best. Vinzi, who was standing beside them, listened breathlessly. What had his father said? How could he say this when he had forbidden him so emphatically to go back to the mountain? Anxious to know the truth, he asked a little timidly. Father, can I really go to the mountain with Mr. Delrick? You may do whatever Mr. Delrick says, replied the father. Vinzi's eyes sparkled with delight. He was to return to the mountain in a few days and see everyone he had loved so dearly. He would be able to thank Peter Savvainis as he fully realized how much he had to be grateful for. That same hour all separated. The children found it quite impossible to get done with their leave-taking. Whenever they seemed to have finished, they began again. But they were far from sad as they had the sure prospect of meeting again next summer. Vinzi was to be with them also as Mr. Delrick had promised to come to Luke at the beginning of his holidays. Mr. Thornow traveled in the direction of Basel and Vincent's Lessa toured Boul near his paternal home. Mr. Delrick and Mrs. Lessa with the three children journeyed toward Lausanne on the lake of Geneva. Here they spent the night in order to arrive home as soon as possible the next morning. On the evening of the following day, Vinzi went upstairs with his mother. When they came to his little room, he said to her, oh, mother, it is so lovely to be at home again. Won't you please come in and say good night to me the way you used to do? Before going to bed that night, Staffeli had run outside as if looking for someone. She found Mr. Delrick sitting on the bench as usual just as she had expected. When you go to the mountain, Mr. Delrick, will you give somebody a message from me? She inquired as soon as she had joined him. After expressing his readiness to do so, Staffeli went on, won't you please tell Uncle Lorenz that Yoos mustn't go home yet? He promised to leave him here till father sends him away and I know that he'll never do that. Mr. Delrick promised faithfully to deliver her message. He could not help smiling to himself when he remembered how similar were the three messages he was asked to take. Mr. Lessa had begged his cousin Lorenz to leave Yoos with him if possible as he could hardly live without the boy. A few moments later, Yoos had appeared very anxious to let his father know that he could not yet come home. So much had still to be done before the winter and then spring would be here again. This year's work could barely be finished before next year's laborers would begin. His Uncle Vincennes should really not be left alone for it was settled now that Vincy would stay away for good. Mr. Delrick said to himself with a smile that cousin Lorenz would not be able to gain, say, this three-fold request, especially against his own firm promise. Mrs. Lessa went into Vincy's room and sat down on his bed. This vividly brought back to her the dreadful evening before he had departed for the Simplon. It was the first time Vincy had been left alone with his mother since his return. He began to pour out his heart to her and told her all about his life in Dresden. He had not written because his father had said that it was no good. He could not relate enough of Mr. Delrick's fatherly kindness to him in every way. Vincy was allowed to study many things, especially music. One splendid teacher taught him to play the organ and the other gave him instructions in the laws of music. From the latter he had learned to understand these and all their marvels. This lesson had been a great joy to him and he had been impatient for it every time. But my organ lesson was better yet, Vincy added. Oh, mother, I never realized one could look forward so much to anything. It was always like a great feast to me. With boundless happiness the mother looked at the radiant eyes of her boy. And isn't it part of your happiness, Vincy, to live with Mr. Delrick? It must be wonderful to belong to his home and be with him so much, she inquired. Yes, and not a small part of it either, he cried out. I am glad you know him, otherwise you could have no idea how kind, affectionate, and helpful he is. Everybody in his house is good to me, too, for his sake. Mrs. Weineken, his housekeeper, who has charge of everything, is as kind to me as if she were my grandmother. Frederick the Butler and Minnie the Maid, both wait on me and won't let me do anything for myself. It is mostly because they all love to hear me play the organ. Mrs. Weineken says that Mr. Delrick has grown happy again since I play it. He had lost everyone in the world he loved and had been very sad. He has a little organ in a large room downstairs. Mr. Delrick asks me to play it for him every night. Sometimes we can hardly stop. Now you know what my life in Dresden is like. But I cannot say how much I look forward to my little hayloft on the mountain under the stars. Vinzy said to the mother, do you ever thank God for all the blessings he has heaped upon you? Do you realize that it is he who has given you everything? Yes, I do, mother, he replied, looking frankly into her eyes. I never forget how frightened and troubled I often was. Sometimes we sing one of the songs you taught me in the evening, but I sing them quite differently now. I used only to enjoy the tune, but now I thank and praise God from the bottom of my heart. If you should ever get into a difficult position, Vinzy, the mother concluded, you must remember that God often means to work out our good when we fear evil. When I sat on this bed before you went away the first time, I should in my short-sightedness have done everything to keep you home and just think that journey proved the beginning of your great happiness. Vinzy had listened attentively. It was the same with me, he said. I thought it was the most dreadful thing that could happen to me and it proved just the opposite. I'll always remember that mother. When the mother left Vinzy's chamber after a hearty good night, her heart was filled with gratitude and bliss. Folding her hands she sent up a heartfelt prayer of thanks to heaven. What blessings God had sent to her and her household. Her boy's inmost wish had been fulfilled and his future lay clearly before him. The father was not only satisfied, but actually pleased. He did not despise his Vinzy anymore because he realized that he could be truly proud of the boy and he showed it quite openly in the way he looked at him. Vinzy had been away a long while and had lived in totally different surroundings. He had learned a great deal, but had remained just as affectionate and simple as when he had gone away. This made his mother extremely happy and she sent a fervent prayer to God to keep him pious and childlike upon all the paths of his coming life. The end. End of Chapter 11. End of Vinzy. A story of the Swiss Alps by Johanna Speery translated by Elizabeth Peastore.