CHAPTER X.

THE TRUANT.

Fourteen days elapsed. Gottlieb had fully learned the road from Almvik

to the cottage in the valley. It had never entered the mind of any one

of the inmates of the cottage to consider him a dangerous guest. Magde,

who possessed a quick eye, soon discovered that Nanna was the cause of

his visits; but she also perceived that Gottlieb was no dissembler.

Magde did not look further than this, for she did not suppose Nanna

would ever love one who did not return her affection. Unrequited love

she did not believe in, and she thought that Nanna was of her opinion in

this respect.

And in truth thus it appeared, for neither Nanna nor Gottlieb

experienced the slightest degree of restraint when in each other's

society. The change that had taken place in Nanna's appearance was

marvellous; the blossoms of buoyant and happy girlhood had usurped the

place formerly occupied by lilies on her cheeks, and our young hero had

more than once laughingly said:

"It is fortunate, Miss Nanna, that we made our agreement when we first

met, for if we had not I do not know what would have happened. You

become lovelier every day, Nanna."

Yet in spite of these words Gottlieb would blush with displeasure when

their meetings at the spring were disturbed by a third person.

The youthful teacher and pupil continued their meetings at the little

fountain, and Gottlieb at this spot gave Nanna her first instructions

upon the guitar. To his great pleasure she learned quickly, and soon she

was able to sing her beautiful songs to her own accompaniment on his

favorite instrument.

Words are inadequate to describe Gottlieb's pride and elation when this

was accomplished, and he was none the less rejoiced when he discovered

how readily Nanna comprehended him when he read to her the writings of

his favorite bards.

On her part Nanna replied to her kind teacher, by confiding to him all

of her little plans, among the first of which she mentioned the

school-room, the cat and the singing bird which he was to have, and

Gottlieb gave her his advice concerning the arrangement of the benches

in the school-room; the position which the black-board should occupy,

and what little presents she should make her pupils as rewards of merit.

He concluded by promising to send her every year a letter of advice;

possibly he might come himself, occasionally, who knew?

"I am sure of that," said Nanna, one afternoon in reply to Gottlieb, as

he thus expressed himself, "for when you are married you will be obliged

to visit Almvik to show your rich wife to your uncle and aunt."

"Perhaps," replied Gottlieb, with a laugh, "that journey will not be

necessary, for if my aunt could only have her own way, she would

certainly find me a wife in this neighborhood."

"Who could you possibly marry in this neighborhood?" inquired Nanna

curiously.

"Ah! Mademoiselle Nanna," replied Gottlieb, "I easily perceive that you

are not in the least danger, for you can hear that your friend Gottlieb

is to be married and betray not the slightest emotion."

"Why should I be moved, Mr. Gottlieb? It will have to occur sometime,"

said Nanna innocently.

"And yet--"

"What yet!"

"You are a good girl."

"Ah, but don't you remember the agreement?"

"Yes, and I only intended to remark that it would not be difficult for

you to adhere to it."

"Does that displease you, sir?" inquired Nanna in a tone of displeasure

which was the more pertinent as it was foreign to her usual manner.

"Certainly not, Miss Nanna, on the contrary I am delighted that you

should follow my advice so faithfully--either of the young ladies at the

parsonage are suitable."

"Did you refer to one of those?" inquired Nanna, her countenance

assuming a deathly paleness, "O they are so beautiful."

"Yes, perfectly angelic--especially Miss--Miss--what is her name?"

"You probably allude to Miss Charlotte."

"Right, Miss Charlotte, whose hair is so black and beautiful."

"O, no, that is Sophia!" exclaimed Nanna.

"Well then, Miss Sophia, I prefer her."

"But why is it that you changed their names?" inquired Nanna.

"Why, you heard that I did not confound her black hair with her sister's

brown ringlets."

"How strange! Charlotte's hair is quite light!"

"Of what earthly difference is it," replied Gottlieb, "whether

Charlotte's hair is brown or white, I think only of the roguish and

pretty Miss Sophia."

"I think you are jesting with me, sir," said Nanna laughing so heartily

that the roses instantly returned to her cheeks.

"I jest with you!"

"Of course. Miss Sophia is so serious and thoughtful that no person

would call her roguish."

"Were you not as quiet as an old prayer-book the first time I saw you?"

replied Gottlieb.

"And even if it was so--"

"Just look into the water, my little miss, and tell me whether you look

as you used to."

"Then you would say, Mr. Gottlieb, that by some magic spell you have

driven away Miss Sophia's gloominess?"

"Yes, I can say Miss Sophia's also."

"_Also?_--that is a bold speech!"

"Are you angry?"

"Oh, Gottlieb!"

"Ah, Miss Nanna. Are you weeping?"

"Mr. Gottlieb may be mischievous and tantalizing enough to compel me to

do so; but this time he has not succeeded."

"Well, as I cannot force you to weep, I must confess the truth, and that

is--"

"That you have seen neither of them," interrupted Nanna.

"Not that, there you are mistaken, for I called at the parsonage one

evening with my aunt, and I was so much pleased with the young ladies,

that now I am here with you, while they are at Almvik, where they

arrived this morning. What do you think of that?"

* * * * *

What Nanna thought Gottlieb did not learn; but he soon was made

acquainted with his aunt Ulrica's opinion concerning his absence.

Gottlieb arrived at the latticed gate of the court-yard at Almvik, just

in time to salute the young ladies from the parsonage as they drove

forth from the yard on their return home. They appeared somewhat

displeased, and returned Gottlieb's bow with a stiff and cold salute.

Mr. Fabian observed with pleasure, the cloud which shadowed the brow of

his beloved Ulrica, foretelling the storm that was to burst forth; but

not on himself.

"Nephew Gottlieb," said Aunt Ulrica drawing the young man aside, "you

have to-day for the first time afforded me an unpleasant surprise."

"In what manner, dear aunt," replied Gottlieb.

"Is it your custom when in your father's house to remain away all day

when young ladies are visiting your parents?"

"Nothing would have been thought about it if such had been the case. My

mother is not overfond of such strict principles of etiquette."

"That is to be regretted, for boys who have not been carefully guided,

rarely become gallant and well behaved young men; but we will say no

more on that subject."

"In that I concur."

"We will therefore confine ourselves to that subject to which an innate

knowledge guides us."

"That leads us back upon the same road."

"On the contrary, my young friend, if you will permit me to follow my

own course I will place you on the road to heaven."

"Are you sure, my dear Aunt, that you have discovered the right road?"

"Certainly, only think, a ton and a half of gold; beauty, amiability,

and a knowledge of cookery which excels that of Miss Nylander [The

author of a celebrated Swedish cook book.] herself!"

"But love, my dear aunt, is that not to be found in heaven?"

"O, yes, and it might have already made rapid progress if you had

assisted me in my first step towards the completion of my designs, by

remaining at home instead of running away."

"Which proves that nothing existed before in which love could take

root."

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs. Ulrica, "if you wish to succeed your father

you ought to improve your situation by some good marriage. Miss

Charlotte is a lovely blonde, and Miss Sophia, a beautiful brunette, a

perfect Spanish donna."

"Yes, she has a remarkable resemblance to a donna; but unfortunately I

do not prefer Spanish ladies."

"Well, then Charlotte possesses an affectionate disposition. You cannot

but admire her fine sensitive nature, which should kindle a love

equalling Werther's love of Lotta."

"That is precisely what I fear. How would I look imitating Werther?"

"I do not wish you to follow his example. Charlotte is a girl for whose

sake a man might act foolishly, and still be pardoned--then you prefer

Charlotte?"

"No, above all things in the world I detest preferences."

"That is to say, you will cheerfully take the one of the two sisters you

most admire after you have had an opportunity of visiting them a few

weeks, and judging of their good qualities for yourself."

"Nothing of the kind, dear Aunt."

"Then, what do you mean?"

"That I have a great desire to look out for myself in this matter; and

that taking all things into consideration, I am much too young to think

of marriage."

"Then you despise your aunt's assistance?"

"God forbid that such a sentiment should ever enter my heart. I honor

and love God. I am grateful to Him that He has given me a heart, and I

pray Him not to send me a bride which that heart cannot love."

"Your words sound well; but I shall not have my little plot marred by

them. Will you or will you not, accompany me to the parsonage, and

conduct yourself as you should before the young ladies?"

"I will behave politely towards any young lady; but, aunt, if you have

any other meaning concealed beneath those words then--I will say no!"

"You wish to quarrel with me, then. Do you understand what that means,

my dear nephew?"

"I dare not think of such a misfortune."

"Yet that misfortune will certainly come. God knows I would do much for

you; but consider upon your words while you have yet time--you need not

trouble yourself to be present at the fishing excursion this evening."

"Why so, aunt, am I outlawed?"

Mrs. Ulrica Eugenia assumed an air of haughtiness.

"Then I have fallen into disgrace," continued Gottlieb.

"I will not deny," replied Mistress Ulrica, coldly, "that you are on the

road to disgrace; but I hope this wholesome lesson will cause you to

think better of my exertions in your behalf."

"Of that I have my doubts," thought Gottlieb as his aunt majestically

left the room; "and yet perhaps it is foolish on my part not to take her

advice.--Oh, why is not my little nymph of the fountain the possessor of

a ton and a half of gold?--The little creature--hm--She is really too

beautiful!"

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