The two Danish horses were driven by Garth, and, in his hands, soon grew accustomed to harness and the light carriage John Hardy had purchased at Horsens. Longer expeditions were made to fish the smaller Danish streams, and, to the great gratification of Karl and Axel, to Silkeborg. The lakes at Silkeborg, with their idyllic picturesqueness, interested Hardy, while the pike and the perch fishing yielded good sport. Hardy was skilful in spinning a heavy minnow deep in the water, casting it from a boat, and thus attracting the heaviest perch. A paternoster also in his hands caught a quantity of perch. Pike were caught by casting a dead roach, with a rod with upright rings, and Hardy threw his bait with a length and certainty that the Danish fishermen were not accustomed to. The bait would fall into a little spot of water amongst the reeds. A jerk and pull made the dead fish appear The Danish fishermen at Silkeborg began to entertain the notion that John Hardy, if his stay was prolonged, would depopulate the lakes of both pike and perch; and they hugged the idea with affection that at least he could not catch eels, with which the lakes abound. "Can you catch eels, Herr Hardy?" said Karl. "The fishermen say you may be able to catch pike and perch, but you do not know how to catch eels with a line in the lakes." "Yes," replied Hardy, "if you and Axel will undertake to take them off the hooks when caught; it is not an agreeable bit of work." "Yes, that will we," said Karl and Axel at once. They had then no idea of the difficulty of getting off the slime of an eel from their clothes, and what very pointed personal remarks would be made by Kirstin, when they returned to Vandstrup PrÆstegaard. The preparations for catching eels with lines was of immense interest to the boys. Hardy had several stakes made with sharpened ends. The stakes were driven into a shallow part of the lake, and a line attached to each, of about thirty yards' length. The line was a cotton one, with copper wire twisted in it; "You are so good to us, Herr Hardy," said Karl, "I wish you would live always with us." "We do not live only to catch fish," said Hardy; "each of us has his duty and work to do; but there is no reason why we should not enjoy the beautiful world God has given us, when we do our duty first. My duty I know; yours you have yet to learn." These simple words had a strong impression on the two lads, and were never forgotten; and when Karl and Axel returned to their father's house, they told him what Hardy had said, and he never forgot it either. "I think," said the Pastor to his daughter, "that Herr Hardy is as good as he is kind." One little circumstance that now occurred it is necessary to mention. Hardy had been some time at the parsonage, and he therefore offered to pay what he had agreed to pay for his board and lodging. The Pastor refused to accept payment, "You "But I am well able to pay the moderate sum you stated that was your wish I should pay, and I will pay it with pleasure." "That may be," said the Pastor, "but the principle is the same. I could not honestly take anything from you." "Then I must leave," said Hardy; "I could not remain here at your charge. I see I put you to more expenditure than is usual with you, and I could not continue to do so." "You are, of course, at liberty to leave when you wish," said the Pastor; "but if you will give way in this, I shall feel I have at least recognized in the only way in my power what you have done for me and mine." There was no doubt of the sincerity of the Pastor's meaning. His open face was as clear to read as print. FrØken Helga was present at this interview, and Hardy looked at her in the hope of finding in her "Well, Herr Pastor, all I can say is that the money is at your disposition, and if you refuse to take it when I go away I shall pay it to the Fattigkasse (poor box); and I must insist I have done nothing more than any Englishman would do." "Good, very good!" said the Pastor. "Let us shake hands, and there is an end of it." As Hardy took the Pastor's hand, he thought FrØken Helga's face bore an expression of approval, but her retiring manner made it impossible to discover what her thoughts really were. A few days after, at breakfast, the Pastor said to Hardy, "There is an invitation for you to go to Gods-eier (landowner) Jensen's. They are going to celebrate their silver wedding. They have also invited me and my daughter Helga. Jensen breeds horses, and his reason for asking you is probably because he has heard of your English horse. Niels Jacobsen has talked with him about it. He saw him at a market some days ago. You can, of course, decline; and, at any rate, you can do as you wish. We shall go because they are friends of ours, and it would be a want of respect not to go on such an occasion as a silver wedding. There will be several persons there, and there will be a dinner at about three, and a dance after, in which the younger people will join." John Hardy did not say that he had a strong wish to see FrØken Helga in society. He had seen her only at home, perpetually knitting and occupied in the management of the affairs of the parsonage. He observed, when she expressed a wish, that neither the wayward boys nor the strong-minded Kirstin had the least thought of acting in opposition to it, and he felt an interest in the opportunity of seeing her in society, and observing whether there would be the same unbending nature. The invitation was therefore accepted. The distance was about five English miles, and Garth drove the pair of Danish horses in the neat livery of Hardy Place; and the Pastor and his daughter sat together, while Hardy sat beside Garth. He did this because he thought that FrØken Helga would rather dispense with his society. "They will do eight miles," said Garth, "but I do not believe they will do more; they go what you may call pretty, but there is not much stay in them, and if you drive them out of their pace, they are cut down at once." "Yes, Bob," said Hardy; "but they will suit my mother, and they are just what she wants and would like." "Yes," said Bob Garth, "there is that; but they Notwithstanding Garth's predictions, the Jensen's mansion was reached in half an hour from Vandstrup PrÆstegaard, and Garth drove up with a flourish that impressed Herr Jensen, who was on the door steps. "Are these the horses the Englishman bought a few days ago, Herr Pastor Lindal?" asked Herr Jensen. "Yes," said Pastor Lindal. "But how are you, and how is Fru Lindal and your family?" "They are all right, thank you, Herr Pastor," replied Herr Jensen. "But I never saw horses so managed! Why, they could be sold in Hamburgh for a lot of money. They are fit for any carriage anywhere." If Fru Jensen had not appeared on the scene, it is possible that her husband's interest in the horses might have been prolonged indefinitely; but she conducted FrØken Helga Lindal into the house, introduced herself to John Hardy, and told the Pastor to tell the English groom where to put up his horses and where to wait until he should be required to return to Vandstrup PrÆstegaard. Herr Jensen looked at the Englishman with interest, as he stood before him in his evening dress, broad-shouldered with fine limbs, his clothes fitting well, and looking like a wedge from his broad chest down to his feet. "How old are you?" said FrØken Jaeger. "Twenty-eight," replied Hardy. "What is your profession?" inquired FrØken Jaeger. "Landowner," replied Hardy. And Hardy was subjected to a cross-examination that elicited from him that his father was dead years ago, that his mother lived at Hardy Place, that he was a magistrate for the English county where he resided, and was also an officer in the yeomanry cavalry. "Then why do you not wear a uniform?" inquired FrØken Jaeger, with some asperity. "Because it is not allowed, and I do not wish it, when in a foreign country," replied Hardy. It is to be feared that if the cross-examination had been much longer, that Hardy would have declined to answer any more questions, and have exhibited some of that insularity that is so common in Englishmen; but dinner was announced, and Hardy offered his arm, and FrØken Jaeger was soon occupied in other and more material subjects. She was about thirty-five, according to Hardy's judgment, and had a long The Pastor sat near his host, and his daughter was paired with a young Danish landowner, who paid her great attention. Her dress was simple, with an ornament or two inherited from her mother; but her clear complexion, her tall figure and clean-cut features impressed Hardy. She talked with every one with animation, and Hardy could scarcely realize the comparison between the quiet figure steadily knitting with ear and eye always at her father's service to the perfect Danish lady before him. There were several toasts proposed during the dinner. The event of the day had to be particularly recognized, which was done with much enthusiasm. Then followed other toasts, and Hardy's health was drunk, to which he had to reply. He rose quickly, and said in Danish that his knowledge of the language was yet so imperfect that he could say little more than thanks, but that he would add that he owed a debt of kindness to the Danes with whom he had been brought in contact, and he thanked them and his host for their kindness and consideration to a foreigner. Hardy read in FrØken Helga's face that what he had said was what had her approval, and that he had said enough. "You appear to look at FrØken Helga Lindal, "No," said Hardy. "But what do you think of her?" "That she is an excellent daughter," replied Hardy. "And that she would make an excellent wife?" said FrØken Jaeger. "Possibly," said Hardy, with a determination to say nothing more. The dinner party broke up. The elder people of the male sort adjourned to a very strong tobacco-parliament and cards; the younger went into the assembly-room, which was now converted into a ball-room. FrØken Jaeger said, "Herr Hardy, I have put your name down in my list of dances for the first dance, and you will dance with me." Hardy went to FrØken Helga Lindal, and besought her to deliver him from FrØken Jaeger; but she declined, and said, "You have to dance with FrØken Jaeger; you have taken her in to dinner, and it is our custom." "Then," said Hardy, "let me have one dance with you, a waltz?" Helga gave him her list, and he wrote his name down for the first waltz possible. "Is it your father's wish to stay here a long time, FrØken Helga?" asked Hardy. "No; but it depends on you," replied Helga. "He will not leave until you wish, but I know the sooner "I will see him at once," said Hardy, "and tell him I will ride over to-morrow to see his horses, and that will, I think, prevent any delay arising from that cause." So Hardy went into the tobacco-parliament, and arranged with Herr Jensen to see him the following day, and the catechising FrØken Jaeger had to wait while the dance and the waltz she loved so well had begun; but Hardy's appearance and his good dancing allayed her rising anger. "Do you dance much in England?" said FrØken Jaeger. "No," said Hardy; "I do not like it." At length the time came for his dance with FrØken Helga Lindal, and as they stood up the personal beauty of both was remarked. Helga's elastic movement on Hardy's arm, the ease with which she danced in perfect time, and her bright manner had its effect on Hardy. He was not quite sure but that he had just told FrØken Jaeger a story, in saying that he did not like dancing. "You dance well, FrØken Helga!" said Hardy. "I can do nothing so well as you," replied Helga. "But my father would wish to leave, and if you can arrange it, I shall thank you so much. You can do what you like; we cannot." A short time after, they were sitting behind the "It is a strict view," said Hardy, "but it is the right one. I cannot say it is general in England." |