that give me the pebble that's now under | business for three years. Come, we'll look your foot." for some flowers now." Roland stooped down, and giving her the pebble, begged she would also give him one. She did so, saying, "Yes, this is dearer to me. I'd rather have that than anything else. Now I shall take a part of Germany with me over the ocean. Oh, Herr Knopf is right; it is all one whether you have a pebble or a diamond, if you only hold it dear; and it's very stupid for people to wear pearls and think that it's something very fine, because they must be got away down deep in the sea. Herr Knopf is right; it doesn't make a thing beautiful or good to cost a great deal." Roland was silent; his heart beat fast. "You are the Roland then, of whom the good Herr Knopf is always talking? You can't think how much he loves you." "Probably he loves you as much?" "Yes, he loves me too, and he has promised to come to America to see us." "I am from America, too." AN HOUR IN PARADISE. THE children walked about the garden and gathered flowers, and they seemed to be in fairy land. They went first into the vegetable garden, where dwarf pear-trees were set out at regular intervals, and Lilian, thinking that she must explain everything to the visitor, in a matronly manner, said: "Yes, yes, there's no rose-bush, no little tree, which my aunt has not budded, and she hates all vermin. Now just think what aunt reckons as vermin! But you musn't laugh at her for it." What? Tell me." "She considers the birds vermin, too. Oh, you laugh exactly like my brother HerLaugh once more! Yes, he laughs exactly so. But my brother has been in mann. They went into the flower garden and gathered many different kinds of flowers, but Lilian threw a large bunch of them into the brook, and pleased herself with thinking how the flowers would float down to the Rhine, and from the Rhine to the sea, and who knows but they would go straight to New York, even before she got there herself! "I shall come to America, too, to see you," Roland all at once exclaimed. "Give me your hand that you will." For the first time, the children took each other by the hand. A shot was heard behind them. Roland trembled. 66 Just be quiet. Are you really frightened?" Lilian said, soothingly. "It's aunt; she's only frightening away the sparrows; she fires every time she comes into the orchard. A pistol is always lying upon the table yonder." Roland now saw Frau Weidmann putting the discharged pistol down on the table. "We'll be perfectly quiet, so that she won't hear us," he said to Lilian. They sat down on the margin of the brook, and Lilian whispered: "The mignonettes I'll keep, they smell so sweet, even after they're wilted." Yes," Roland rejoined, give me a mignonette too, and as often as we smell them, we will think of each other. The field-guard Claus, told me once- he's a real bee-father— that the mignonette yields the most honey." O all his knowledge, nothing else now occurred to him. 66 You are very clever!" exclaimed the child. "Now tell me, do you think, too, that the bees smell the flowers as we do, and that the flowers put on such pretty colors so that the bees and the insects may come to them and be friendly with them? Just think! Herr Knopf says so. Oh, what a tiny little nose a bee must have! And I've often seen that the humble-bee isn't very smart; it flies up to a flower twice, three times, and it might know that there was no honey there. The humble-bee's stupid, but the honey-bees, they are the prettiest creatures in the world. Don't you love them more than anything else?" "No, I love horses and hounds more." "And only think," Lilian went on, "that the bees never hurt me nor uncle, but aunt has to take care. Have you ever caught a swarm?" No." "If you're ever a great, rich gentleman, you must get some bees too. But the bees do well only in a family where there's peace; Herr Knopf told me so. And when we start to-morrow, my father's going to take a bee-hive with him. Ah, if we can only take it safe to the New World; 'twould be frightful if all the good bees had to die on the way. But 'twill be very nice when they wake up in America, and fly away, and see wholly different trees there." 66 'Oh, that's nice; then you'll come over to us, and help kill all the people dead who keep slaves. My father and uncle say 'twill be done soon. Ah, if 'twere only now as 'twas in the old times, then we'd go away together into the great forest, far off into the world, and then we'd come to a castle where there were only wee-bit, tiny dwarfs, and there'd be one hermit, a good man with a snow-white beard, whom all the animals in the wood loved and Herr Knopf might be just such a hermit - yes he's to be our hermit, and he'll be named Emil Martin. Come, we'll call him after this brother Martin." Thus the children amused each other, and Roland again asked, "Why must you go away so soon as to-morrow?" He whistled, and Griffin came up. Lilian caressed the dog, and kissed him, and said all kinds of loving words to him. "I'll give the dog to you," said Roland. "See," cried the child, "he's looking at you; he knows he's to be handed over to another master, just as a slave is. But, Roland, I can't take the dog with me. I mustn't say anything to father about it. Only think how much trouble we should have before we reached New York; you'd better keep him." Roland had been lost in thought; now he asked abruptly, "Have you ever seen any slaves ? " 66 No, when they come to us they aren't slaves any longer. But I've seen many who've been slaves one is a friend of father's, and father goes through the streets with him, arm in arm." "Come here, Griffin," she said breaking off, "here's something for you." She gave the dog a piece of sweet biscuit she had in her pocket, which he ate, licking his lips as he stood calmly gazing at the distant landscape. For some time the children were silent, and then Lilian again asked, — "Well, what are you going to do with the ever so many millions, when you're a man?" "What makes you ask me that?" "Oh, uncle and Herr Knopf have often talked about what you were going to do with them- and do you know what they said?" "No. What would you do, if so much money?" 66 you had "I? I'd buy ever so many pretty clothes, real gold and silver clothes, and then well then - then I'd build a splendid church, and everybody would have to be beautifully dressed, and when they came home, they'd have nice things to eat. And you'll do all this, won't you? or you'll tell me what you mean to do." "I don't know." "But you are to be something great. Ah, to be rich, pooh! Uncle says that's nothing." "Have you ever seen a million ?" asked the child again. "I'd like to see a million for once. The whole room, clear up to the top, would be full of rolls of gold - no, I shouldn't like that. Tell me now, have you a little sister?" "No, she's a year older than I." "And is she beautiful too?" Lilian did not wait for the answer; she beckoned to Roland to keep quiet, for just then a lady-bug ran over her hand. She VOCATION AND FATHER-LAND. WHILE the children had been dreaming and chattering together in the garden, the men had gone into the house. They stepped into the large wainscoted entrance-hall, where a great many withered wreaths were suspended. Weidmann pointed out to Eric that forty-two of these belonged to him, for that was the number of harvests he had worked in here. The single wreath hanging by itself was the fiftieth one of his father-in-law, which had been placed upon his grave. Weidmann nodded as Eric said: "This is a decoration which cannot be purchased, which one can acquire only for himself." The great sitting-room opened into another apartment, where the heavy damask curtain had just been drawn back. The Banker, whom Eric had become acquainted with at Carlsbad, came out of it, holding in his hand a bundle of papers, and gave him a friendly greeting, expressing his pleasure in meeting again here the man who was as intimate a friend of Clodwig's as he was himself. A new subject was at once introduced. The Banker said that he had looked over the papers thoroughly; the public domain did not seem to be valued at too high a figure, and Weidmann must understand how it was purposed to divide it; but he believed that it would be hardly possible to extend to this new undertaking the plan of insurance which Weidmann had adopted for his laborers; that it was very questionable whether the income, for years, would be such that the life-insurance premium could be saved. Eric learned that Weidmann paid the life-insurance premium of all his employees after they had been with him four years. Weidmann gave a statement, in general outline, of the manner in which the socalled social question struck him as being the same as among the ancient Romans; the point of consideration was, to make free and independent cultivators of their own lands. And he laid particular stress upon the remark that this social question, however, was not to be solved as if it were merely a problem in arithmetic; that there must be a moral and social enthusiasm, and he must confess, although many would shrug their shoulders at it, that he himself was of opinion that the humane principle of Freemasonry, which had too much lost its real meaning, was to look for, and to find here, a new inspiration and application. It was soon evident that the Banker was a brother of the order. Eric's heart swelled as he felt obliged to say to himself, while his thoughts were carried away to the grand movements of the world: : “Everywhere, in our day, there is an active endeavor, a care for the neighbor, Eric was glad to point this out to Roland. for those in adverse circumstances. This is They entered the sitting-room on the our religion, which has no temples and no ground-floor. It was spacious and comfort-established days of festive celebration, but able, with pleasant seats in the windowrecesses, and chairs and tables scattered about here and there. "We live on the ground-floor in the summer," said Weidmann to Eric; "every thing can be overlooked here better. After the leaves have fallen, we remove to the upper story for the winter." which, everywhere and at all times, struggles for the good." He entirely forgot where he came from, and why he came, and lived wholly in the present. Weidmann postponed, however, the subject to another time, and asked what Roland was going to do. But before Eric could reply, a man came in with Dr. Fritz, | himself the power of many and for many. to whom Eric gave a cordial reception. It Let us consult together." was Weidmann's son-in-law, an infantry officer of high rank. The two men requested that the conversation might not be interrupted, and Weidmann repeated his question about Roland. Eric informed them that his pupil wanted to become a soldier; he expressed his own opposition to the plan, and his desire that Roland would devote himself to science or agriculture. They sat down, and the Banker began, "I believe it is Jean Paul who said, If you come into a new dwelling-place, and it does not seem homelike to you, then go to work and you will begin to feel at home. I should like to extend this further. One feels at home in the world only through labor; he who does not work is homeless." The conversation was again interrupted by the entrance of the Russian prince, Weidmann's son, and Knopf. The subject was again stated. Weidmann answered, smiling, that Eric was a little too hard on this mode of life, from having been a soldier; that he him- "We have a good council of deliberation," self was convinced it was of essential ad- said Weidmann, sitting back in his chair. vantage to a man to have had a soldier's" You have all seen the noble-looking training. A man became ready, resolute youth, Herr Sonnenkamp's son, and Capand self-reliant, and at the same time he tain Dournay has trained him so that now, was one member of a large body. No- we might say, he is fitted to enter upon where can one be taught punctuality better, whatever calling he may adopt. What or learn better what it is to command, and now shall the boy do?" what to obey, than in the military service. Roland must be made to realize, however, that this soldierly life was only transitional with him, nothing that was to occupy and fill out his whole existence. 66 66 66 Allow me one preliminary question," interposed Knopf. Must a rich man produce, accomplish anything himself? Is it not his task to further the production, the doing of others, whether art, science, in"Then he will be no true soldier," inter-dustry, or labor, and to make himself so far posed Weidmann's son-in-law. "Whoever familiar with it as to give such aid?" undertakes anything which he does not con- You wanted to answer something." sider as an active employment, requiring Weidmann pointed to the Banker, whose the full energies of his life, and whoever is features were very expressive, and who continually looking to some future vocation, seemed to have a remark on his lips. does not plant himself firmly in the present." Not exactly answer," responded the "Here you agree with my old teacher, Banker. “I wanted, first of all, to distinProfessor Einsiedel," Eric went on. "Heguish between vocation and business. used to say that the worst ruler is the pro- There are active pursuits which are only a visional one. It would be, therefore, im- business, and again there are positions portant for Roland to adopt some perma- which are only a vocation. This is the nent calling, and not one merely temporary. chief difficulty, that a person so excessively With his peculiar characteristics, it is very rich must have only a vocation; there is no hard for another to determine for him; but necessity of his pursuing any business. you, Herr Weidmann, you, with the pow- Rich people's children degenerate, because erful impression which you and your active there is no such necessity.” usefulness have made upon Roland, you would be exceedingly well adapted to give to him the decisive impulse in one particular direction which I could not do, because I have not seen clearly what is best. "Let us take counsel together," agreed Weidmann. "We here have had a great deal of experience." "Do you think," Eric broke in, "that a better result would come from a consultation of many, than from the quiet meditation of a single person?" "Aha! doubt in the efficacy of parliamentarianism," said Weidmann smiling. "I can imagine it possible. I answer your question with a simple yes. What the deliberation of many settles upon is suitable for many, and a person rich like him has in "What do you understand by vocation?" asked Weidmann. "I can't at once define it." "Then allow me to help you," said Eric. "Vocation is a natural gift, or a necessity, which we turn into a law that acts freely. The brute has no vocation, because he follows natural instinct alone." "Very true," nodded the Banker gratefully. "One question more," he said, turning to Eric. "Hasn't your pupil, as I am sorry to say most rich men's sons have, the desire to be a cavalier, a young nobleman ?" As Eric made no answer, he continued, — "Our misfortune is, that the sons of the rich are satisfied with being heirs, and do not want to find a means of active development for themselves." 66 As we have heard already," began manner, the view generally entertained of Weidmann's son-in-law, "the young man agriculture as a sort of universal refuge, to wishes to become a soldier, and I believe which every one could have recourse; and that he ought to be encouraged in that pur- yet the conclusion was finally arrived at, pose. I hope that it won't be attributed to that it would be the most suitable thing for prejudice in favor of my own calling, but I Roland to devote himself to agriculture, in must repeat our father's view, that the mili-connection with other branches of industry tary profession, more than any other, gives a carried out on a large scale. certain decision of character. To have to stand ready every day with bag and baggage, scrip and scrippage, this makes one prompt and decided; this standing army becomes a fact, as it were, in each individual soldier." 66 The conversation broke up into groups. Knopf said to Eric, that at the present time there was no longer an Olympus where the fate of human beings could be decided, and Weidmann added, that the worst thing of all was, that Roland had nothing to expect, Granted," rejoined Weidmann. "But nothing to wish for and to obtain, and for is it not to be feared that a man, who has which he must exert his energies, happy been a soldier for the best years of his life, when he succeeded in his first attempt, and will be able to take up with great difficulty then girding himself immediately for anany other employment? He always regards other; for this is the impelling cause of all himself as on furlough; and the great mis- movement and progress, that what is atfortune -I might call it the leading ten-tained becomes the seed of a new effort. dency of our time-manifests itself espec- You were right," he closed, finally turn ially in the rich, who look upon themselves ing to Eric, we cannot provide for as on furlough, always on vacation." another in advance, least of all here. And 66 "The best thing about it is, Roland will no one can be trained to be a giver of haprun through his money, and then it is scat-piness. There must be awakened within tered among the people," jokingly observed the youth a desire to associate himself Weidmann's son, showing those impertinently white teeth that Pranken objected to so strongly. "I would like to say one word," the Russian remarked to Knopf, who cried, "The Prince requests to have the floor." Weidmann bowed to him pleasantly. "I think that we can furnish an example in Russia. Our wealthy men are obliged to become agriculturists, whether the inheritance consists in money or goods. Why should not the young man be simply an agri culturist ? " "Agriculture has five branches," replied Weidmann, "and they ought to have their roots in five corresponding inclinations. Agriculture consists of physics, chemistry, mineralogy, botany, and zoology, and one of these, that is, the inclination to one of these sciences, and the activity growing out of it, must have its foundation in the natural bent or genius, otherwise there is no happiness in one's calling. And do you know," he turned toward the Prince, smiling, "do you know what is the first requisite for an agriculturist ? " with his fellow-men; he must not merely want to confer happiness, but to create something. Out of creative activity alone proceeds happiness. He must be educated both for himself and for others; he must refer everything to others, and at the same time to himself." Dr. Fritz had taken no part in the discussion; he sat meditatively with his brows contracted. 66 Why have you had nothing to say?" said Weidmann in a low tone to him, when the conversation had become general, Dr. Fritz replied in the same low tone: 66 It is hard enough to know what to do with such an enormous inheritance righteously acquired; but how much harder, with one to which guilt adheres." Weidmann made a significant sign to his nephew, and laid his finger upon his lips, as if begging silence. Eric had heard noth ing of the conversation between the two, but as he looked at them, he had a feeling, as if something transpired there which was calculated to excite alarm. He had an involuntary dread, for which he could not assign any reason. Frau Weidmann now came in, and invited them to the table. They got up at once and proceeded to the dining-room. Eric sat by the side of Knopf, and said to him: "I have a question to ask you, Herr Colleague, which you may take until to morrow to answer." |