Barlasch of the Guard. Henry Seton Merriman
Читать онлайн.| Название | Barlasch of the Guard |
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| Автор произведения | Henry Seton Merriman |
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| isbn | 4064066229832 |
Henry Seton Merriman
Barlasch of the Guard
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066229832
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. ALL ON A SUMMER'S DAY.
CHAPTER V. THE WEISSEN ROSS'L.
CHAPTER VI. THE SHOEMAKER OF KONIGSBERG.
CHAPTER XI. THE WAVE MOVES ON.
CHAPTER XIII. IN THE DAY OF REJOICING.
CHAPTER XVI. THE FIRST OF THE EBB.
CHAPTER XXI. ON THE WARSAW ROAD.
CHAPTER XXII. THROUGH THE SHOALS.
CHAPTER XXIII. AGAINST THE STREAM.
CHAPTER XXIV. MATHILDE CHOOSES.
CHAPTER XXVII. A FLASH OF MEMORY.
CHAPTER I. ALL ON A SUMMER'S DAY.
Il faut devoir lever les yeux pour regarder ce qu'on aime.
A few children had congregated on the steps of the Marienkirche at Dantzig, because the door stood open. The verger, old Peter Koch—on week days a locksmith—had told them that nothing was going to happen; had been indiscreet enough to bid them go away. So they stayed, for they were little girls.
A wedding was in point of fact in progress within the towering walls of the Marienkirche—a cathedral built of red brick in the great days of the Hanseatic League.
“Who is it?” asked a stout fishwife, stepping over the threshold to whisper to Peter Koch.
“It is the younger daughter of Antoine Sebastian,” replied the verger, indicating with a nod of his head the house on the left-hand side of the Frauengasse where Sebastian lived. There was a wealth of meaning in the nod. For Peter Koch lived round the corner in the Kleine Schmiedegasse, and of course—well, it is only neighbourly to take an interest in those who drink milk from the same cow and buy wood from the same Jew.
The fishwife looked thoughtfully down the Frauengasse where every house has a different gable, and none of less than three floors within the pitch of the roof. She singled out No. 36, which has a carved stone balustrade to its broad verandah and a railing of wrought-iron on either side of the steps descending from the verandah to the street.
“They teach dancing?” she inquired.
And Koch nodded again, taking snuff.
“And he—the father?”
“He scrapes a fiddle,” replied the verger, examining the lady's basket of fish in a non-committing and final way. For a locksmith is almost as confidential an adviser as a notary. The Dantzigers, moreover, are a thrifty race and keep their money in a safe place; a habit which was to cost many of them their lives before the coming of another June.
The marriage service was a long one and not exhilarating. Through the open door came no sound of organ or choir, but the deep and monotonous drawl of one voice. There had been no ringing of bells. The north countries, with the exception of Russia, require more than the ringing of bells or the waving of flags to warm their hearts. They celebrate their festivities with good meat and wine consumed decently behind closed doors.
Dantzig was in fact under a cloud. No larger than a man's hand, this cloud had risen in Corsica forty-three years earlier. It had overshadowed France. Its gloom had spread to Italy, Austria, Spain; had penetrated so far north as Sweden; was now hanging sullen over Dantzig, the greatest of the Hanseatic towns, the Free City. For a Dantziger had never needed to say that he was a Pole or a Prussian, a Swede or a subject of the Czar. He was a Dantziger. Which is tantamount to having for a postal address a single name that is marked on the map.
Napoleon had garrisoned