The Daltons Volume II Part 11

"By George! I 'll take a s.h.i.+p-load of them at the same price."

"Ha! U mean you pay that over the value," said the Jew.

"Faix! I often promised to pay more," said Dalton, sighing; "and what's worse, on stamped paper too!"

As the Jew grew deeper in his figures, Dalton rambled on about Ireland and her prospects, for he wished it to be supposed that his present affluence was the long-expected remittance from his estates. "We 'll get right yet," muttered he, "if they 'll only give us time; but ye see, this is the way it is: we're like an overloaded beast that can't pull his cart through the mud, and then the English comes up, and thrashes us. By course, we get weaker and weaker--licking and abusing never made any one strong yet. At last down we come on our knees with a smash.

Well, ye 'd think, then, that anybody with a grain of sense would say, 'Take some of the load off the poor devil's back--ease him a bit tell he gets strength.' Nothing of the kind. All they do is to tell us that we ought to be ashamed of ourselves for falling--that every other people was doing well but ourselves--that it's a way we have of lying down, just to get somebody to pick us up, and such like. And the blaguard newspapers raises the cry against us, and devil a thief or a housebreaker or a highway robber they take, that they don't put him down in the police reports as a 'hulking Irishman,' or a 'native of the Emerald Isle.' 'Paddy Fitzsimons, or Peter O'Shea, was brought up this mornin' for cutting off his wife's head with a trowel.' 'Molly Maguire was indicted for sc.r.a.ping her baby to death with an oyster-sh.e.l.l.'

That's the best word they have for us! 'Ain't ye the plague of our lives?' they're always saying. 'Do ye ever give us a moment's peace?'

And why the blazes don't ye send us adrift, then? Why don't ye let us take our own road? We don't want your company--faix! we never found it too agreeable. It's come to that now, that it would better be a Hottentot or a Chinese than an Irishman! Oh dear, oh dear, but we 're hardly treated!"

"Will you run your eye over that paper, Herr von Dalton, and see if it be all correct?" said Abel, handing him a very complex-looking array of figures.

"'T is little the wiser I 'll be when I do," muttered Dalton to himself, as he put on his spectacles and affected to consider the statement.

"Fourteen hundred and sixty-three----I wish they were pounds, but they 're only florins--and two thousand eight hundred and twenty-one--five and two is seven and nine is fifteen. No, seven and nine is--I wish Nelly was here. Bad luck to the multiplication-table. I used to be licked for it every day when I was a boy, and it's been a curse to me since I was a man. Seven and nine is fourteen, or thereabouts--a figure would n't signify much, one way or f other. Interest at three-quarters for twenty-one days--there I 'm done complete! Out of the four first rules in Gough I'm a child, and indeed, to tell the truth, I 'm no great things after subtraction."

"You will perceive that I make the charges for postage, commission, and other expenses in one sum. This little claim of fifty-eight florins covers all."

"Well, and reasonable it is, that I must say," cried Dalton, who, looking at the whole as a lucky windfall, was by no means indisposed to see others share in the good fortune. "How much is coming to me, Abel?"

"Your total balance is four thousand two hundred and twenty-seven florins eight kreutzers, Muntze," said Abel, giving the sum a resonance of voice highly imposing and impressive.

"How many pounds is that now?" asked Peter.

"Something over three hundred and fifty pounds sterling, sir."

"Is it? Faith! a neat little sum. Not but I often got rid of as much of an evening at blind-hookey, with old Carters, of the 'Queen's Bays.' Ye don't know Carters? Faix! and ye 'd be the very man he would know, if ye were in the same neighborhood. I wish he was here to-day; and that reminds me that I must go over to the market and see what's to be had.

Ye don't happen to know if there's any fish to-day?"

Abel could not answer this important question, but offered to send his servant to inquire; but Dalton, declining the attention, strolled out into the street, jingling his Napoleons in his pocket as he went, and feeling all the importance and self-respect that a well-filled purse confers on him who has long known the penniless straits of poverty.

He owed something on every side of him; but he could bear to face his creditors now; he was neither obliged to be occupied with a letter, nor sunk in a fit of abstraction as he pa.s.sed them; nay, he was even jocular and familiar, and ventured to criticise the wares for which, once, he was almost grateful.

"Send your boy down to the house for some money--ye need n't mind the bill; but I 'll give you fifty florins. There's a trifle on account. Put them ten Naps, to my credit; that will wipe off some of our scores; it's good for forty crowns." Such were the brief sentences that he addressed to the amazed shopkeepers as he pa.s.sed along; for Peter, like Louis Philippe, couldn't bear the sight of an account, and always paid something in liquidation. It was with great reluctance that he abstained from inviting each of them to dinner; nothing but his fear of displeasing Nelly could have restrained him. He would have asked the whole village if he dared, ay, and made them drunk, too, if they 'd have let him. "She's so high in her notions," he kept muttering to himself: "that confounded pride about family, and the like! Well, thank G.o.d! I never had that failing. If I knew we were better than other people, it never made me unneighborly; I was always free and affable; my worst enemy could n't say other of me. I 'd like to have these poor devils to dinner, and give them a skinful for once in their lives, just to drink Kate's health, and Frank's; they 'd think of the Daltons for many a long year to come--the good old Dalton blood, that never mixed with the puddle! What a heavenly day it is! and an elegant fine market. There's a bit of roasting beef would feed a dozen; and maybe that isn't a fine trout! Well, well, but them's cauliflowers!. Chickens and ducks--chickens and ducks--a whole street of them! And there's a wild turkey--mighty good eating, too! and venison!--ah! but it has n't the flavor, nor the fat! Faix! and not bad either, a neck of mutton with onions, if one had a tumbler of whiskey-punch afterwards."

Thus communing with himself, he pa.s.sed along, totally inattentive to the solicitations of those who usually supplied the humble wants of his household, and who now sought to tempt him by morsels whose merits lay rather in frugality than good cheer.

As Dalton drew near his own door, he heard the sounds of a stranger's voice from within. Many a time a similar warning had apprised him that some troublesome dun had gained admittance, and was torturing poor Nelly with his importunities; and on these occasions Peter was wont, with more cunning than kindness, to steal noiselessly downstairs again, and wait till the enemy had evacuated the fortress. Now, however, a change had come over his fortunes, and with his hat set jauntily on one side, and his hands stuck carelessly in his pockets, he kicked open the door with his foot, and entered.

Nelly was seated near the stove, in conversation with a man who, in evident respect, had taken his place near the door, and from which he rose to salute Dalton as he came in. The traveller--for such his "blouse" or travelling-frock showed him to be, as well as the knapsack and stick at his feet----was a hale, fresh-looking man of about thirty; his appearance denoting an humble walk in life, but with nothing that bordered on poverty.

"Herr Brawer, papa,--Adolf Brawer," said Nelly, whispering the last words, to remind him more quickly of the name.

"Servant, sir," said Dalton, condescendingly; for the profound deference of the stranger's manner at once suggested to him their relative conditions.

"I kiss your hand," said Adolf, with the respectful salutation of a thorough Austrian, while he bowed again with even deeper humility.

"The worthy man who was so kind to Frank, papa," said Nelly, in deep confusion, as she saw the scrutinizing and almost depreciating look with which Dalton regarded him.

"Oh, the pedler!" said Dalton, at last, as the remembrance flashed on him. "This is the pedler, then?"

"Yes, papa. He came out of his way, from Durlach, Just to tell us about Frank; to say how tall he had grown--taller than himself, he says--and so good-looking, too. It was so kind in him."

"Oh, very kind, no doubt of it,----very kind indeed!" said Dalton, with a laugh of most dubious expression. "Did he say nothing of Frank's debt to him? Has n't that 'I O U' You were talking to me about anything to say to this visit?"

"He never spoke of it, never alluded to it," cried she, eagerly.

"Maybe he won't be so delicate with me," said Dalton. "Sit down, Mr.

Brawer; make no ceremony here. We 're stopping in this little place till our house is got ready for us. So you saw Frank, and he's looking well?"

"The finest youth in the regiment. They know him through all Vienna as the 'Handsome Cadet.'"

"And so gentle-mannered and unaffected," cried Nelly.

"Kind and civil to his inferiors?" said Dalton; "I hope he's that?"

"He condescended to know _me_," said Brawer, "and call me his friend."

"Well, and maybe ye were," said Peter, with a majestic wave of the hand.

"A real born gentleman, as Frank is, may take a beggar off the streets and be intimate with him. Them's my sentiments. Mark what I say, Mr.

Brawer, and you 'll find, as you go through life, if it is n't true; good blood may mix with the puddle every day of the year, and not be the worse of it!"

"Frank is so grateful to you," broke in Nelly, eagerly; "and we are so grateful for all your kindness to him!"

"What an honor to _me!_ that he should so speak of me!" said the pedler, feelingly,--"I, who had no claim upon his memory."

"There was a trifle of money between you, I think," said Dalton, ostentatiously; "have you any notion of what it is?"

"I came not here to collect a debt, Herr von Dalton," said Adolf, rising, and a.s.suming a look of almost fierceness in his pride.

"Very well, very well; just as you please," said Dalton, carelessly; "it will come with his other accounts in the half-year; for, no matter how liberal a man is to his boys, he'll be pestered with bills after all! There's blaguards will be lending them money, and teachin' them extravagance, just out of devilment, I believe. I know well how it used to be with myself when I was in old 'Trinity,' long ago. There was a little chap of the name of Foley, and, by the same token, a pedler, too----"

"Oh, papa, he's going away, and you have n't thanked him yet!" cried Nelly, feelingly.

"What a hurry he's in!" said Dalton, as he watched the eager haste with which the pedler was now arranging the straps of his knapsack.

"Would you not ask him to stay--to dine with us?" faltered Nelly, in a low, faint whisper.

"The pedler--to dine?" asked Dalton, with a look of astonishment

"Frank's only friend!" sighed she, mournfully.

"By my conscience, sometimes I don't know if I 'm standing on my head or my heels," cried Dalton, as he wiped his brows, with a look of utter bewilderment. "A pedler to dinner! There now--that's it--more haste worse speed: he's broke that strap in his hurry!"

"Shall I sew it for you?" said Nelly, stooping down and taking out her needle as she spoke.

"Oh, Fraulein, how good of you!" cried Adolf; and his whole face beamed with an expression of delight. "How dearly shall I value this old pack hereafter!"

These last words, scarcely muttered above his breath, were overheard by Nelly, and a deep blush covered her cheeks as she bent over the work.