Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
[Illustration: BEFORE CLOSING HER LITTLE WINDOW,
SHE ALWAYS GAZED OUT AT THE SKY.]
DORA
BY
JOHANNA SPYRI
AUTHOR OF "HEIDI," "MÄZLI," ETC.
TRANSLATED BY
ELISABETH P. STORK
ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOR BY
MARIA L. KIRK
PHILADELPHIA & LONDON
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1924, BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
PRINTED BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
AT THE WASHINGTON SQUARE PRESS
PHILADELPHIA, U. S. A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. UNDER THE LINDEN TREES
II. LONG, LONG DAYS
III. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HEDGE
IV. ALL SIX
V. BEFORE AND AFTER THE DELUGE
VI. A TERRIBLE DEED
VII. IN THE GARDEN AT LAST
VIII. STILL MORE RIDDLES AND THEIR SOLUTIONS
IX. FOUND AT LAST
ILLUSTRATIONS
Before closing her little window, she always gazed out at the sky.
Frontispiece
She had been lost in everything she had partly seen and heard.
Before Jul could prevent it, he was pulled off his chair.
"Come, I'll say it and you must learn it by heart."
"Do you think it was a little rabbit that made the noise?"
asked Willi, frightened.
Dora marched behind with a wax taper and some cigars.
"I suppose it is patrimony, my son," said Mr. Titus,
patting Rolf's shoulder.
Dora and Paula returned to the garden arm in arm singing gaily.
DORA
CHAPTER I
UNDER THE LINDEN TREES
IN A beautiful park in Karlsruhe, a gentleman was seen walking under
the shady linden trees every sunny afternoon. The passers-by could not
help being touched when they saw him leaning upon a little girl, his
daily companion. He was apparently very ill, for they walked slowly and
he carried in his right hand a cane, while he often took his left from
the child's shoulder, inquiring affectionately, "Tell me, child, if I
press on you too heavily."
But the little girl always drew back his hand and reassured him gladly,
"I can hardly feel it, papa. Just lean on me as heavily as you want."
After walking up and down for a while the pair always settled beneath
the lovely trees.
The sick man, a certain Major Falk, lived with his daughter Dora and an
elderly housekeeper who attended to his wants. They had only recently
come to Karlsruhe. Dora had never known her mother, who had died soon
after the child's birth, and she therefore clung to her father with
double affection, and he, with great tenderness, did his best to make
up to Dora for her early loss.
A year before he had been obliged to leave his child and fight
in a war against the enemy. When he returned he was very ill and
miserable, having received a dangerous wound in the chest, which
physicians pronounced as hopeless. Major Falk, who had no relatives
or connections in Hamburg, had lived a very retired life there, and
the only relative he had in the world was an elderly step-sister who
was married to a scholar in Karlsruhe by the name of Titus Ehrenreich.
When Major Falk realized the hopelessness of his condition, he decided
to move to Karlsruhe, where his step-sister could come to his and his
eleven-year-old daughter's assistance, if his illness became acute. The
resolution was soon carried out and he found pleasant lodgings near his
sister.
He enjoyed these beautiful spring days with his lovely daughter as
daily companion on his walks, and when the two sat hand in hand on
the bench, the father told about his past experiences and Dora never
grew tired of listening. She was quite sure nobody in the world was
as wonderful and splendid and interesting as her father. Most of all,
she loved to hear about her mother, who had been so merry, bringing
sunshine wherever she went. Everyone had loved her and no one who
had loved her could forget her. When the father was lost in such
recollections, he often forgot completely where he was till it grew
late and the damp evening air made him shiver and reminded him that it
was time to go home. The pair walked slowly till they came to a narrow
street with high houses on both sides.
Here the father usually stopped, saying: "We must go to see Uncle Titus
and Aunt Ninette." And climbing up the stairs, he daily reminded his
little daughter: "Be very quiet, Dora! You know Uncle Titus writes very
learned books and must not be disturbed, and Aunt Ninette is not used
to noise, either."
Dora climbed upstairs on tiptoe, and the bell was rung most discreetly.
Usually Aunt Ninette opened the door herself and said, "Come in, dear
brother, but please be very quiet. Your brother-in-law is much lost in
his work as usual."
With scarcely a sound, the three went along the corridor to the living
room which was next to Uncle Titus's study. Here, too, one had to be
very quiet, which Major Falk never forgot, though Aunt Ninette herself
often broke out into sad complaints about many things that troubled her.
June had come and the two could stay out quite long under the linden
trees. But they found themselves obliged to return sooner than was
their wish, because otherwise Aunt Ninette worried dreadfully. On one
such warm summer evening, when the sky gleamed all golden, and rosy and
fluffy clouds were sailing along the sky, Major Falk stayed seated on
the bench until quite late. Holding his child's hand in his, he quietly
watched the radiant sunset with Dora, who gazed up with wonder at her
father.
Quite overwhelmed by her impression, she cried out, "Oh, father, you
should just see yourself; you look all golden the way the angels in
heaven must look."
Smilingly, her father answered, "I think I shall not live much longer,
and I feel as if your mother were looking down upon us from that sky."
But before long her father had grown pale again and all the glow in the
sky had faded. When he rose, Dora had to follow, quite depressed that
the beautiful glow had paled so soon. But her father spoke these words
of comfort, "It will glow again some day and much more splendidly than
today, when your mother, you and I will be all together again. It won't
ever fade then."
When the pair came up the stairs to greet Dora's uncle and aunt,
the latter stood upstairs at the open door showing visible signs of
agitation, and as her visitors entered her living room, she gave free
vent to her excitement.
"How can you frighten me so, dear brother!" she wailed. "Oh, I imagined
such terrible things! What can have kept you so long? How can you be so
forgetful, and not remember that you must not be out after sunset. Just
think what dreadful things might happen if you caught cold."
"Calm yourself, dear Ninette," said the Major as soon as he had a
chance to speak. "The air is so mild and warm today that it could do me
no harm and the evening was simply glorious. Please let me enjoy the
few lovely evenings that are still left to me on earth. They neither
hasten nor hinder what is sure to happen very soon."
These words spoken so quietly brought forth new outbursts of despair.
"How can you speak that way? How can you frighten me so? Why do you
say such awful things?" cried the excited woman. "It cannot happen and
it must not happen! What is to be done then with—yes, tell me—you know
whom I mean." Here the aunt threw an expressive glance at Dora. "No,
Charles, a terrible misfortune like that must not break in upon us—no,
it would be too much. I would not even know what to do. What is to
happen then, for we shall never get along."
"But, my dear Ninette," the brother retorted, "don't forget these
words:"
"'Though sad afflictions prove us
And none his fate can tell,
Yet God keeps watch above us
And doeth all things well.'"
"Oh, yes, I know, and I know it is true," agreed the sister. "But where
one sees no help anywhere, one feels like dying from fright, while you
talk of such dreadful things as if they were quite natural."
"We'll have to say good-night now, and please try not to complain any
more, dear Ninette," said the Major, stretching out his hand. "We must
remember the lines:"
"'Yet God keeps watch above us
And doeth all things well.'"
"Yes, yes, I know it is true, I know it is true," assented the aunt
once more, "but don't catch cold on the street, and do go downstairs
without making any noise. Do you hear, Dora? Also, shut the downstairs
door quietly, and when you go across the street, try not to be in the
draft too long."
During these last injunctions, the father had already gone downstairs
with Dora and home across the narrow street.
The following day, when they sat on the bench again under the lindens,
Dora asked, "Papa, didn't Aunt Ninette know that:"
"'Yet God keeps watch above us
And doeth all things well.'"
"Of course she knows it," replied the father, "but at times when she
gets anxious, she forgets it a little. She regains her balance when she
thinks of it."
After musing a while Dora asked again, "But, papa, what shall one do to
keep from being frightened and dying from fear as Aunt Ninette says?"
"Dear child," the father answered, "I will tell you what to do.
Whatever happens, we must always think that it comes from God. If it
is a joy, we must be grateful, and if it is a sorrow, we must not be
too sad, because we know God our Father sends everything for our good.
In that way we need never suffer from fear. Even if a misfortune comes
and we see no help at hand, God is sure to find some succor for us. He
alone can let good come out of evil, even one that seems to crush us.
Can you understand me, Dora, and will you think of that if you should
ever be unhappy? You see hard days come to everybody and to you, too,
dear child."
"Yes, yes, I understand and I'll think of it, papa," Dora assured him.
"I'll try not to be frightened."
"There is another thing which we must not forget," continued the
father. "We must not only think of God when something special happens
to us. We must ask Him at every action if He is satisfied with us.
When a misfortune comes, we are near to Him already if we do that and
we experience a certainty at once of receiving help. If we forget Him,
on the contrary, and a sorrow comes, we do not find the way to Him so
easily and we are apt to remain in darkness."
"I'll try never to lose the way, papa," said Dora eagerly, "and ask God
every day: 'Am I doing right?'"
Tenderly stroking his child's head, the father remained silent, but in
his eyes lay such a light that she felt herself surrounded by a loving
care.
The sun sank behind the trees and father and child happily walked home.