The Storyteller.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 361, 11 January 1879, Page 4

The Storyteller.

THE DOMESTIC DILEMMA; A TRUE STORY, (From the German of Jean Paul Nemand.) Chapter I. “ I am perfectly at my wits’ ends !” As Madame Doppeldick said this, she thrust both her fat hands into the pockets of her scarlet apron, at the same time giving her head a gentle shake, as if implying that it was a case in which heads aud hands could be of no possible avail. She was standing in a little dormitory, exactly equidistant from two beds, between which her eyes and her thoughts had been alternating some ten minutes past. They were small beds, pallets, cots, —cribs, troughs upon four legs, such as the old painters represent the manger in their pictures of the Nativity. Our German beds are not intended to carry double, and in such an obscure, out-of-the village as Kleinewinlcle, who would think of finding anything better in the way of a couch than a sort of box just too little f:>r a bed, and just too lai-ge for a coffin ? It was between two such bcdlings, then, that Madame Doppeldick was standing, when she broke out into the aforesaid exclamation—“ I am perfectly at my my wits’ ends !” Now, the wits’ ends of Madame Doppeldick scarcely extended further than her skull or than the horns of a snail. They seldom protruded far beyond her nose, and that was a short one ; and moreover they were apt to recede and draw in from the first obstacle they encountered, leaving their proprietor to feel her own way, as if she had no wits’ ends, at all. Thus, having satisfied themselves that there were only two beds in the rooms, they left the poor lady in the lurch, and absolutely at a nonplus, as to how she was to provide for the accommodation of a third sleeper, who was expected to arrive the same evening. Tliere was only one best bed-room in the house, and it happened to be the worst bed-room also ; for Gretchen, the maid-servant, went home nightly to sleep at her mother’s. To be sure a shakedown might be spread in the parlor ; but to be sure the parlor was also a shop of all sorts ; and to be sure the young officer would object to such accommodations ; and to be very sure, Mr. Doppeldick would object equally to the shake-down, and giving up the two beds overhead to his wife and the young officer. “God forgive me,” said the perplexed Madame Doppeldick, as she went slowly down the stairs ; —“ but I wish Captain Schenk had been killed at the battle of Leipzig, or had got a bed of glory anywhere else, before he came to be billeted on us !” Charter 11. In extenuation of so unchristian-like an aspiration as the one which escaped from the lips of Madame Doppeldick at the end of the last chapter, it must be remembered that she was a woman of great delicacy for her size. She was so corpulent, that she might safely have gone to court without a hoop, her arms were too big for legs ; and as for her legs, it passed for a miracle of industry, even amongst the laborious hard-working inhabitants of Kleinewinkel, that she knitted her own stockings. It must be confessed, that she ate heartily, drank heartily, and slept heartily ; and all she ate, drank, and slept, seemed to do her good, for she never ceased growing, at least horizontally, till she did ample justice to the name which became her own by marriage. Still, as the bulk of her body increased, the native shrinking unobtrusive modesty of her mind remained the same ; or rather it became even more tremulously sensitive. In spite of her huge dimensions, she seemed to entertain the Utopian desire of being seen by no eyes save those of her husband ; of passing through life unnoticed and unknown ; in short she was a globe-peony with the feelings of a violet. Judge then what a shock her blushing sensibilities received from the mere idea of the strange captain intruding on the shadiest haunts of domestic privacy ! Although by birth, education, and disposition, as loyal as the sunflower to the sun, in the first rash transsports of her trepidation and vexation she wished anything but well to her liege sovereign the King of Prussia—wondering bitterly why his Majesty could not contrive to have his reviews and sham-fights in Berlin itself ; or at least in Posen, where there were spare beds to be had, and lodgings to let for single men. Then again, if the Quarter-master had but condescended to give a quarter’s notice, why, Mr. Doppeldick might have run up an extra room, or they might have parted off a portion of their own chamber with lath and plaster—or they might have done a thousand things : for instance, they might have sold their house and left the Gountry, instead of being thus takan unawares in their own sanctorum by a strange gentleman, as suddenly as if be had tumbled through the roof. “ It was too bad—it was really too bad—and she wondered what Mr. Doppeldick would say to it when he came home.” Chapter 111. Mr. Doppeldick did come home—and he said nothing to it all. He only pulled his tobacco-bag out of one coat pocket, and his tobacco-pipe out of the other, and then he struck a light and fell to smoking, as complacently as if there had been no Captain Schenk in the world. The truth was, he had none of that nervous nicety of feeling which his partner possessed so eminently, and, accordingly he took no more interest in her domestic dilemma than the walnut-wood chair that he sat upon. Moreover, when he once had in his mouth his favorite pipe, with a view of Kant on the bowl of it, he sucked through its tube a sort of Transcendental Philo-

sophy which elevated him above all the ills of human life, to say nothing of such little domestic inconveniences as the present. If the house had been as big as the Hotel de Nassau, at Schlangenbad, with as many chambers and spare beds in it—or a barrack, with quarters for the captain and his company to bc-ofc—he could not have puffed on more conThe very talk about beds and bedding appeared to lull him into a sort of sleep with his eyes open ; and even when the voice and words of his helpmate grew a little sharp and querulous in detailing all her doubts, and difficulties and disagreeables, they could not raise even a ripple in the calm placid expanse of his forehead. How should they '? His equable German, good humor might well be invulnerable to all outward attacks, which had so long withstood every internal one, —ay, in Temper's very citadel, the stomach. For instance, the better part of his daily diet was of sours. He ate “ sauer-kraut,” and “ sauerbraten,” with sour sauce and “ sauer-ampfer” by way of salad, and pickled plums by way of dessert, and “ sauer milch” with sourish brown bread—and then, to wash these down, he drank sourish “ Essigberger” wine, “ sauer-wasser,” of which the village of Kloinewinkel had its own. peculiar brunnen. Still, I say, by all these sours, and many others not mentioned besides, his temper was never soured—nor could they turn, one drop of the milk of human kindness that flowed in his bosom. Instead, therefore, of his round features being ever rumped and ci-umpled, and furrowed up by the ploughshare of passion, you never saw any thing on his face but the same everlasting sub-smile of phlegmatic philanthropy. In spite of the dream of complaint that kept pouring into his ear, he forgave Captain Bchenk from the bottom of hi 3 soul for being billeted on him, and entertained no more spleen towards the King of Prussia and the Quarter-master-, than he did towards the gnat that bit him last year. At length his pipe wanting replenishing, he dropped a few comfortable words to his wife, meanwhile he refilled the bowl, and brought the engine again into play. “As for undressing, Malchen, —before the strange man—puff—why can’t we go to bed, — puff—before he does, —puff—puff—and so put an end to the matter—puff—puff—puff !” “ As I live upon damsons and bullasses !” (for it was the plum season), exclaimed Madame Doppeldick, clapping her fat hands with delight, “ I never thought of that ! Gretchen, my lass, get the supper ready immediately, for your good master is mortal hungry, and so am I !—and then, my own Dietrich dear, we’ll bundle off to bed as fast as we can !” Charter IV.

The best of plots may come to the worst of ends. It was no fault, however, of Gretchen’s ; for being in a hurry of her own to meet Ludwig Liedeback, she slapped the supper upon the table in no time at all. The transcendental pipe, with the head of Kant upon it, instantly found itself deposited in a by cox-ner ; for Mr. Doppeldick, like his better half, was a person of substance, keeping a good running account with Messer and Gabel. Besides, amongst other delicacies, the board actually displayed those rarest of all inland rarities, oysters—a bag of which the warm-hearted Adam Kloot had sent, by way of a token of remembrance, to his old friend Dietrich ; forgetting utterly that it was full a hundred leagues from the nearest high water-mark of the sea to the village of Kleinewinkel, Of course they came like other travellers, with their mouths wide agape,—to see the wonders of the place,—but, then, so much the easier were they to open ; and as the worthy couple did not contemplate any such superfluous nicety as shaving them before they swallowed them, there was a fair, chance that the delicious moi-sels would all be devoured before the inauspicious ari-ival of Captain Schenk. Some speculation seemed to glimmer in the eyes of both and Mr. Mrs. Doppeldick—when, lo f just as the sixth dead oyster had been body-snatched out of its shell, aud was flavored with lemon and vinegar, the door opened, and in walked a blue cap and red band, a pair of moustachos, aud a grey cloak without any arms in its sleeves. Had Madame Doppeldick held any thing but an oyster in her mouth at that moment it would infallibly have choked her, the flutter of hexheart in her throat was so violent. “ Holy Virgin !—Captain Schenk !” “At your service, Madame,” answered a voice through the mustachios. “ You are welcome, Captain !” said the worthy master of the house, at the same time rising', and placing a chair for his guest at that side of the table which was farthest from the oysters. The officer, without any ceremony, threw himself into the seat, and then, resting his elbows upon the table, and his cheeks between his palms, he fixed his dark eyes on the blushing face of Madame Doppeldick in a long and steady stare. It is true that he was only mentally reviewing the review ; or, possibly, calculating the chances he had in favor of an application he had lately forwarded to Berlin, to be exchanged into the Royal Guai-ds; but the circumstance sufficed to set every nerve of Madame Doppeldick a-vibrating, and in two minutes from his arrival, she had made up her mind that he was a very bold, forward, and presuming young man. Itisastonishiug, when we haveonce conceived a prejudice, how rapidly it grows, and how plentifully it finds nutriment ! Like the sea polypus, it extends its thousand feeders on every side, for anything they can lay hold of, and the smallest particle afloat in the ocean of conjecture cannot escape fi-om the tenacity of their grasp. So it was with Madame Doppeldick. From mistrusting the captain’s eyes, she came to suspect his nose, his mustachios, his mouth, his chin, and even the slight furrow of a sabre cut that scarred his forehead just over the left eyebrow, She felt morally sure that he had received it in no battle-field, but in some scandalous duel. Luckily she had never seen Mozart’s celebrated opera, or she would have set down Captain Schenk as its libertine masquerading hero, Don Giovanni himself!

‘‘ You "’ill be sharp-set for supper, Captain, ’ said the hospitable host, pushing towards his guest a dish of lean home-made bacon ; but the Captain took no more notice of the invitation than if ho had been stunned stone-deaf by the artillex-y at the sham-fight in the morning. Possibly he did not like bacon, or at any rate, such bacon as was set before him ; for to put the naked Truth on her bare oath, the Kleinewinkel pigs always looked as if they got their living, like cockroaches, by creeping through cracks. However, he never changed his posture, and kept his dark intolerable eyes still fixed on his hostess’s flushed face. He might jißt as well have stared, —if he must stax'e—at the shelves-full or old family china (some of them elalxorately mended and riveted) in the corner cupboard, the door of which she had left open on purpose ; but he had, apparently, no such considerate respect for female modesty. “Saint Ursula and the Eleven Thousand be near us ! said the disquieted Madame Doppeldick to herself. “It is hard enough for people of our years and bulk to be obliged to lie double ; but to have a strange, wild, i-akish, staring young fellow in the same chamber—l do wish that Dietrich would make more haste with his supper, that we may get into bed first !” Charter V Honest Dietrich was in no such hurry. A rational, moral, pious man, with a clue ginteful sense of the sapidity of certain gifts" of the Ci-eator-, ought not to swallow them with the post haste indifference of a sow swillixio- her wash ; and as Dietrich Doppeldick dief not taste ovstei-s once in ten years, it was a sort of religious obligation, as well as a positive secular temptation, that the relish of each particular fish should be prolonged as far as possible. on the palate by an orderly, decorous, and deliberate deglutition. Accordingly, instead of bolting the oysters as if h e had been swallowing them for a wager, he sate soberly, with his eyes fixed on the two plumpest, as if only awaiting the ‘good night ’‘of his guest to do ample and christian-like justice to the edib!e forget-me-nots of his good friend Adam Kloot. In vain his wife looked hard at him, and trod on his toes as long as she could reach them, besides being seized with a short hectic cough that was anything but constitutional “Lord, help me !” said Mrs. Doppeldick in her soul, too flattered to attend to the correctness of her metaphors—“ It’s as easy to catch the eye of a post!—He minds me no more than if I trod on the toes of a stock-fish ! I might as well cough into the ears of a stone wall.”° In fact, honest Dietrich had totally forgotten the domestic dilemma. " ° “ He will never take his eyes off,” thought Madame Doppeldick, stealing a glance across the table ; “ I was never so starred at, never, since I was a girl and wore pigtails ! I expect every moment he will jump up and embrace me.” Whereas nothing could.be further from the Captain’s thought. The second battalion had joined that very moment, and accordingly he had kissed, or been kissed by all its and-twenty officers, tall or short, fat or lean, fair or swarthy,—which was quite kissing enough for a reasonable day’s ration. The truth is, he was staring at himself. He had just, mentally, put on a new uniform, and was looking with the back of his eyes at his own brilliant figure, as a Captain in the Royal Guards. It was, howevex-, a stare outwardly, at Madame Doppeldick, who took to herself, frogs, lace, bullion, buttons,* cuffs’, collars, epaulettes, and the Deuce kuows what besides. “ I would to heaven !” she wished, “ he had never thought of going into the army,— or at least that the Quarter-master had never taken it into his stupid head to quarter him on us. Young gay Captains are very well to flirt with* but at my years and bulk waltzing is quite out of the question !” Chapter YI. At last Captain Schenk changed his pp3tux-e, and averted his familiar eyes from the face of Madame Doppeldick ; but it was only to give her a fresh alarm with his free and easy mouth. First of all he clenched his fists—then he raised his arms at full stretch above his head, as if he wanted to be crucified, and then turning his face upwards towards the ceiling, with his eyes shut and his jaws open—he yawned such a yawn as panther never yawned after prowling all day, without prey, in a ten-foot cage “ Auw-yauw-au-ya-augh-amvawauwg-if !” “ By all the Saints,” thought the terrified Madame Doppedick, “ he will be for packingoff to bed at once !”t—and in the vain hope of inducing him to sup beforehand, she seized, yes, she actually seized the devoted dish of oysters, and made them relieve guard, with the home-made bacon, just under the Captain’s nose. It was now honest Dietrich’s turn to try to catch the eyes of posts, ank tread on the toes of a stock-fish; however, for this time the natives were safe. “ By your leave, Madame, said the abominable voice through the mustachios, “I will take nothing except a candle. What with the heavy rain at first, aud then the lioi’se artillery ploughing up our marching ground, I am really dog-tired with my day’s work. If you will do me the favor, therefore, to show me to my chamber ” “ Not for the whole world !” exclaimed the homfied Madame Doppeldick—“ not for the whole world, I mean, till you have hob-and-nobbed with us—at least with the good man”—and, like a warm-hearted hostess, jealous of the humor of her hospitality, she snatched up the spare candle, and hurried off to the barrel. If she could but set them down to drinking she calculated let who would be the second, she would herself be the first in bed, if she jumped into it with all her clothes on. It was a likely scheme enough,—but alas! it fell through, like the rest ! —Before she had drawn half a flask of Essigberger, or Holzapfeiheimer, for I forget which —she was alarmed by the double screech of two chairs pushed suddenly back on the uncarpeted floor. Then came a trampling of light aud heavy feet—and although she dropped the bottle —and forgot to turn the spigot—and- carried the candle

without the candlestick—and left her left slipper behind her, —still, in spite of all the haste she could make, she only reach the stair foot just in time to see two Prussian-blue coat tails, turned up with red, whisking in at the bedroom door ! Chapter VII. “ Oh the cruel, the killing ill-luck that pursues us !” exclaimed the forlorn Madame Doppeldick, as her husband returned, with his mouth watering, to the little parlor, where by ■some sort of attraction, he was drawn into the Captain’s vacant chair, instead of his own. In a few seconds the plumpest of Adam Kloot’s tender souvenirs, of about the size and shape ■of a penny bun, was sliding over his tongue. Then another went—and another—and another. They were a little gone or so, and no wonder; ■for they had travelled up the Rhine and the Mloselle, in a dry “schiff,” not a “dampschiff,” towed by real horse-powers, instead of steampowers, against the stream. To tell the naked truth, there were only four words in the world that a respectably fresh Cod’s head could have said to them, namely—“ None of your sauce.” No matter : down they went gliby, gliby. The lemou-juice did something for them, and the vinegar still more, by making them seem sharp instead of flat. Honest Dietrich enjoyed them as mightily as Adam Kloot could have wished ; and was in no humor, you may be sure, for spinning prolix answers to long-winded ■speeches. ' “ They are good—very !—excellent 1 Malchen ?—Just eat a couple. But the mind of the forlorn Malchen was occupied with anything but oysters ; it was fixed upon things above, or at least overhead. •“ I do not think I can sit up all night,” she murmured, concluding with such a gape that the tears squeezed out plentifully between her fat eyelids. “ I’ve found only one bad one—and that was full of black mud—schloo —oo—oo —oooop ?” slirropped honest Dietrich. N.B. There is no established formula of minims and crotchets -on the gamut to represent the swallowing of an oyster : so the aforesaid syllables of “ schloo —oo —oo —ooop” must stand in their stead. “ As for sleeping in my clothes,” continued Madame Doppeldiok, “the weather is so very warm, and the little window won’t open —and with two in a bed—” “ The English do it, Malchen,—scloo —op— .ooop !” “ But the English beds have curtains,”, said Madame Doppeldick, “ thick stuff or canvass ■ curtains, Dietrich—all round, and over the top—just like a general’s tent.” “We can go—schloo—oop—to bed in the ■ dark, Malchen.” “No—no,” objected Madame Doppeldick, with a grave shake of her head. “ We’ll have no blindman’s-buff, Dietrich, —and maybe blundering into wrong bed.” “ Schoo —oo —oo —oo —ooop.” “ And if ever I saw a wild, rakish, immoral, irreligious-looking young man, Dietrich, the Captain is one J” “ Schloo—oo —oo —ooop.” “ Did you observe, Dietrich, how shamefully ;he stared at me?” “ Schloo—ooop.” M-And the cut on his forehead, Dietrich, I’ll be bound he got it for no good 1” “ Schloo—oo —oo —oop.” “ Confound Adam Kloot and his oysters to boot !” exclaimed the offended Madame Doppeldick, irritated beyond all patience at the 'bovine apathy of her connubial partner. “I wish, I do, that the nets had burst in catching ■them !” “ Why, what can one do, Malchen ?” asked honest Dietrich, looking up for the first time from the engrossing dish, whence the one-a-vpenny oysters had all vanished, leaving only the two-a-penny ones behind. “ Saint Ursula only knows !” sighed Madame Doppeldick, her voice relapsing into ■fits former tone of melancholy. “ I only know that I will never undress in the room !” “ Then you must undress out of it, Malchen. Schloo —oop ! Schloo~oo—oo oo—oo ■noop.” “ I believe that must be the way, after all,” -said Madame Doppeldick, on whose mind her husband’s sentence of transcendental philosophy had cast a new light. “ To be sure there is a little landing-place at the stair-head—and our bed is exactly opposite the door—and if one •.scuttled briskly across the room, and jumped in—But are you sure, Dietrich, that you explained every thing correctly to the Captain ? Did you tell him that his was the one next the window —with the patchtvork coverlet ?” “Not a. word of it!” answered honest Dietrich, who, like all other Prussians, had served his two years as a soldier, and was therefore moderately interested in military manoeuvres. “ Not a word of it—we talked ,-ail about the review. But I did what was far better, my own Malchen, for I saw him get into the bed with the patchwork coverlet, with my own eyes, and then took away his candle— Schloo—oo—oop !” .“ It was done like my own dear, kind, Dietrich,” exclaimed the delighted Madame Poppeldick, and in the sudden revulsion of her feelings, she actually pulled up his huge round bullet-head from the dish, and kissed him between the nose and chin. The Domestic Dilemma was disarmed of ~its horns, Madame Doppeldick saw her way before her, as clear and open as the Rhine three months after the ice has broken up. Prom that moment, as long as the dish contained two oysters, the air of “Schloo—oo—oo -ooop” was sung, as “ arranged for a duet.” Chapter YIII. “ All is quiet, thank Heaven ! the Captain is as fast as a church,” thought Madame Doppeldick, as she stood in nocturnal dishabille, on the little landing-place at the stairhead. “ Now then, my own Dietrich,” she whispered, “ are you ready to run ?” For like the best of wives, as she was, she did not much care to go anywhere without her husband. But the deliberate Dietrich was not prepared to escort her. He had chosen to undress .as usual, with his transcendental pipe in his

mouth ; indeed it was always the last thing that he took off before getting into bed, so that till all his philosophy was burned to ashes, his mind would not consent to any active corporeal exertion, especially to any locomotion so rapid as a race. At last he stood balancing, made up for the start ; his eyes staring, his teeth clenched, his fists doubled, and his arms swinging, as if he were about to be admitted a burgess of Andernach—that is to sav, by leaping backwards over a winnowing-fan, with a well poised pail of water in his arms, in order to show if he accomplished it neatly. “ The night-light may be left burning where it is, Dietrich.” “ Now then, Malchen !” “ Now then, Dietrich, —and run gently—on your toes !” No sooner said than done. The modest Malchen with the speed of a young wild elephant made a rush across the room, and, with something of a jump and something more of a scramble, plunged headlong into the bed. The phlegmatic Dietrich was a thought later, from having included the whole length of the landing place in his run, to help him in his leap, so that just as his bulk came, squash ! upon the coverlet, his predecessor was tumbling her body, skow-wow, bow-wow, any-how, over the side of the bedstead. “ Sancta Maria !” sobbed Madame Doppeldick, as she settled into hysterics upon the floor. “ Potz-tausend !” said Mr. Doppeldick, as he crawled backwards out of the bed like a crab. “ Ten thousand devils !” bellowed Captain Schenk—a suppressed exclamation that the first shock had driven from his mouth into his throat, from his throat into his lungs, and from thence into his stomach ; but which the second shock had now driven out again in full force. **i * * * “ Why, I thought, Mister Jean Paul Nemand (says the reader), that we left the Captain safe and sound, in his own bed, window, with the patch-work coverlet ?” “And so we did, Mister Carl Wilhelm Jemand (says the author), but it was so short, that in five minutes he caught the cramp. Wherefore, as there was a second spare bed in the room, and as honest Dietrich had said nothing of other lodgers, and as of all blessings we ought to chose the biggest, the Captain determined to give it a trial—and between you and me he liked the bed well enough, till he felt a sort of smashing pain all over his body, his eyes squeezing out of his face, his nose squeezing into it, and his precious front teeth, at a gulp, going uninvited down his gullet !”