BEFORE setting to work, François, as soon as he was left alone with
Madeleine and Jeannie (for the young child always slept in the room with
his mother), went to take a look at the sleeping woman, and thought her
appearance better than when he had first arrived. He was happy to think
that she would have no need of a doctor, and that he alone, by the
comfort he brought, would preserve her health and fortune.
He began to look over the papers, and was soon fully acquainted with
Sévère's claims and the amount of property that Madeleine still
possessed with which to satisfy them. Besides all that Sévère had
already made Cadet Blanchet squander upon her, she declared that she was
still a creditor for two hundred pistoles, and Madeleine had scarcely
anything of her own property left in addition to the inheritance that
Blanchet had bequeathed to Jeannie--an inheritance now reduced to the
mill and its immediate belongings--that is, the courtyard, the meadow,
the outbuildings, the garden, the hemp-field, and a bit of planted
ground; for the broad fields and acres had melted like snow in the
hands of Cadet Blanchet.
"Thank God!" thought François, "I have four hundred pistoles in the
charge of the priest of Aigurande, and in case I can do no better,
Madeleine can still have her house, the income of her mill, and what
remains of her dowry. But I think we can get off more easily than that.
In the first place, I must find out whether the notes signed by Blanchet
to Sévère were not extorted by stratagem and undue influence, and then
I must do a stroke of business on the lands he sold. I understand how
such affairs are managed, and knowing the names of the purchasers, I
will put my hand in the fire if I cannot bring this to a successful
issue."
The fact was that Blanchet, two or three years before his death,
straightened for money and over head and ears in debt to Sévère, had
sold his land at a low price to whomsoever wanted to buy, and turned all
his claims for it over to Sévère, thus expecting to rid himself of her
and of her comrades who had helped her to ruin him. But, as usually
happens in such sales, almost all those who hastened to buy, attracted
by the sweet fragrance of the fertile lands, had not a penny with which
to pay for them, and only discharged the interest with great difficulty.
This state of things might last from ten to twenty years; it was an
investment for Sévère and her friends, but a bad investment, and she
complained loudly of Cadet Blanchet's rashness, and feared that she
would never be paid. So she said, at least; but the speculation was
really a reasonably good one. The peasant, even if he has to lie on
straw, pays his interest, so unwilling is he to let go the bit of land
he holds, which his creditor may seize if he is not satisfied.
We all know this, my good friends, and we often try to grow rich the
wrong way, by buying fine property at a low price. However low it may
be, it is always too high for us. Our covetousness is more capacious
than our purse, and we take no end of trouble to cultivate a field the
produce of which does no cover half the interest exacted by the seller.
When we have delved and sweated all our poor lives, we find ourselves
ruined, and the earth alone is enriched by our pains and toil. Just as
we have doubled its value, we are obliged to sell it. If we could sell
it advantageously, we should be safe; but this is never possible. We
have been so drained by the interest we have had to pay, that we must
sell in haste, and for anything we can get. If we rebel, we are forced
into it by the law-courts, and the man who first sold the land gets back
his property in the condition in which he finds if; that means that for
long years he has placed his land in our hands at eight or ten per cent,
and when he resumes possession of it, it is by our labors, twice as
valuable, in consequence of a careful cultivation which has lost him
neither trouble nor expense, and also by the lapse of time which always
increases the value of property. Thus we poor little minnows are to be
continually devoured by the big fish which pursue us; punished always
for our love of gain, and just as foolish as we were before.
Sévère's money was thus profitably invested in a mortgage at a high
interest, but at the same time she had a firm hold of Cadet Blanchet's
estate, because she had managed him so cleverly that he had pledged
himself for the purchasers of his land, and had gone surety for their
payment.
François saw all this intrigue, and meditated some possible means of
buying back the land at a low price, without ruining anybody, and of
playing a tine trick upon Sévère and her clan, by causing the failure
of their speculation.
It was no easy matter. He had enough money to buy back almost everything
at the price of the original sale, and neither Sévère nor anybody else
could refuse to be reimbursed. The buyers would find it to their profit
to sell again in all haste, in order to escape approaching ruin; for I
tell you all, young and old, if you buy land on credit, you take out a
patent for beggary in your old age. It is useless for me to tell you
this, for you will have the buying mania no whit the less. Nobody can
see a plowed furrow smoking in the sun, without being in a fever to
possess it, and it was the peasant's mad fever to hold on to his own
piece of soil that caused Francois's uneasiness.
Do you know what the soil is, my children? Once upon a time, everybody
in our parishes was talking about it. They said that the old nobles had
attached us to the soil to make us drudge and die, but the Revolution
had burst our bonds, and that we no longer drew our master's cart like
oxen. The truth is that we have bound ourselves to our own acres, and we
drudge and die no less than before.
The city people tell us that our only remedy would be to have no wants or
desires. Only last Sunday, I answered a man who was preaching this
doctrine very eloquently, that if we poor peasants could only be
sensible enough never to eat or sleep, to work all the time, and to
drink nothing but fresh clear water, provided the frogs had no
objection, we might succeed in saving a goodly hoard, and in receiving
a shower of compliments for our wisdom and discretion.
Following this same train of thought, François cudgeled his brains to
find some means of inducing the purchasers of the land to sell it back
again. He finally hit upon the plan of whispering in their ears the
little falsehood, that though Sévère had the reputation of being
fabulously rich, she had really as many debts as a sieve has holes, and
that some fine morning her creditors would lay hands upon all her
claims, as well as upon all her property. He meant to tell them this
confidentially, and when they were thoroughly alarmed, he expected to
buy back Madeleine Blanchet's lands at the original price, with his own
money.
He scrupled, however, to tell this untruth, until it occurred to him
that he could give a small bonus to all the poor purchasers, to make
them amends for the interest they had already paid. In this manner
Madeleine could be restored to her rights and possessions without loss
or injury to the purchasers.
The discredit in which Sévère would be involved by his plan caused him
no scruple whatever. It is right for the hen to pull out a feather from
the cruel bird that has plucked her chickens.
When François had reached this conclusion, Jeannie awoke, and arose
softly, to avoid disturbing his mother's slumbers; then, after a
good-morning to François, he lost no time in going off to announce to
the rest of their customers that the mill was in good order, and that a
strong young miller stood in readiness to grind the corn.
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