"Mother and father!" cried the others, and the sh.e.l.ls were placed in the platter near each other, when they moved forth upon the clear liquid surface with a regular motion, and burning with a steady light, until they reached the opposite side where they quietly remained.
"We are already anch.o.r.ed in a safe haven," said Fessel to his beloved wife; "and in the quiet enjoyment of domestic happiness, we can have no wish to be restlessly driving about upon the open seas."
"Ah, may G.o.d grant that the troubles of the times reach us not in our safe haven and rend our bark from its fast anchorage," cried the true-hearted Katharine with timid foreboding.
At this moment the light in one of the boats began to hiss and sputter, and after flashing for an instant was extinguished, amid exclamations of sad surprise from the children.
"What does that forbode?--to whom does that boat belong?" asked Katharine, smilingly.
"That is not decided," eagerly cried Ulrich; "and the whole oracle is invalid."
"Elizabeth filled the boat with water by her awkwardness, when she started it," announced Martin, who had been investigating the causes of the accident.
"Every event in life must have had its cause," said Fessel with more earnestness than the trifling accident merited. "If this portends the extinguishment of the light of life in either of us, I pray G.o.d in mercy to grant that mine may be the first to expire."
"Say not so," tenderly replied Katharine. "Our children would lose in you their only stay. Their mother would be more lightly missed, and the strong man would better bear the sad bereavement than weak and helpless woman."
"Why this earnest and deep-meaning conversation on new year"s evening?"
said madam Rosen, half angry. "Come, children; go on more briskly with your play and give us something pleasanter to think about."
"Who comes next?" asked Elizabeth.
"Honor to whom honor is due," laughed Hedwig. "Cousin Faith must swim now."
"But she must herself decide with whom," said Fessel. "I have not been at Sagan for some years, and know not who has made himself most agreeable to her."
"Indeed, I know not whom to name to you," said the maiden with a low tone and hesitating manner, blushing deeply for the untruth which thus escaped her lips.
"Then we will take master Dorn for the occasion," cried the obstreperous Martin, whose natural boldness was increased by the wine he had tasted; "he is constantly giving Faith such friendly glances!"
"It shall be so," shouted Ulrich; "and they shall have the handsomest tapers. Choose your own colors; here are red, and green, and white, and variegated."
"Red for Faith and green for me," quickly cried Dorn, silencing the maiden by a gentle pressure of her hand under the table, as she was about to make some objections.
"They must not, however, start together from the sh.o.r.e," said Ulrich.
"Well, do you set the red ship on that side and I will place the green one here," answered Martin; "and then they may seek each other if they wish to come together."
Brightly burning, the little barks swam towards each other for a moment; then, both floated to the edge of the platter and remained motionless, at some little distance apart.
"Master Dorn is too indolent!" cried Martin, throwing a nut-kernel at the green skiff to urge it towards the red; but it only reeled to and fro, without removing from its place.
"Insufferable!" cried Dorn. At that moment the water became slightly agitated, and both skiffs left their stations at the side for the open sea.
"Faith has jostled the table!" cried the falcon-eyed Hedwig.
"I--no--I wish to hinder their meeting," stammered the confused Faith.
"Did you really jostle the table, dearest maiden?" asked Dorn, his hand again seeking hers.
"Ah, ah, my daughter!" reprovingly exclaimed madam Rosen, and amid the exclamations of the children the two skiffs met in mid ocean, while a gentle pressure from Faith"s hand gave an affirmative answer to the bold question of the youth.
The joy of the children, which the grandmother"s remonstrances only increased, was every moment becoming more bold and noisy. Without aim or object a crowd of lights were now set afloat in the mimic ocean, and apple cuttings and bread bullets flew like bombs among them, causing immense damage and innumerable shipwrecks. "It is enough!" cried Fessel, the disturbance becoming excessive, and moved his chair from the table. A respectful silence succeeded the wild tumult. The children dutifully arose, folded their hands with a serious air, and Martin said grace with decent solemnity.
The mistress of the house now invited her beloved guests to retire to rest; that they might sleep away the fatigues of the day; but the children, who had again become as noisy as ever, and had not the least inclination to sleep, strongly opposed the movement.
"It would be fine indeed," cried Martin, "if we should have no writing of notes."
"Pray, pray, dear mother!" entreated the flattering and constant pet.i.tioner, Hedwig. "You well know that you promised me, if I filled a writing book without blotting, that I should be indulged with writing notes, on new year"s evening. My last writing book is without a spot, and you must now keep your word."
"Children are the most inexorable creditors," said Fessel, directing little Ulrich to bring the writing materials from the counting-room, while the table was being cleared.
"This is a strange remnant of the old heathen times," explained Fessel to the book-keeper, who looked inquiringly at him. "It is a form of new year"s congratulation, and an oracle at the same time. You write three several wishes upon three slips of paper, which you fold and give to the person who would try his fate. These wishes may be, honors, offices and success in business, to the men,--chains, bracelets, and new dresses, to the women,--agreeable suitors to maidens. All place the notes they have received under their pillows, and the wish contained in the one which is first opened on new year"s morning shall be fulfilled in the course of the current year."
"I always take great pleasure in this sport," said Katharine to her mother; "my husband is always so anxious to fulfil his oracle and to present me what is wished me in the note I open."
"There comes Ulrich!" screamed the children, as he entered, heavily laden, and deposited his burden upon the table. The notes were prepared, and the whole family were soon seated around the table, moving their pens as a.s.siduously as if an instrument was to be drawn for securing religious liberty. Amidst the scratching of the pens, which were very awkwardly handled by the younger children, and therefore made the more noise, arose the admonitions of the father to sit erect, and of the mother not to bespatter themselves with ink; which admonitions were obeyed just so long as they were heard.
Meanwhile Dorn was sharply watching the paper upon which Faith was writing; who, as soon as she became aware of it, covered the writing with her little hand and whispered to him: "If you watch me, you will get no packet from me to-night." He discreetly drew back and began writing his notes.
Fessel now strewed sand upon his last note, enclosed it with the others and gave the packet with a kiss to his Katharine. The children snapped their pens to the infinite damage of the well scoured white floor, for which their grandmother very properly scolded them. Dorn handed his packet to the beauteous Faith, who hid hers in her bosom, strenuously a.s.serting that she could think of nothing to write.
The clock now struck the midnight hour, and a peal of bells from the tower of the city hall greeted the new year.
"A happy new year! a happy new year!" shouted the children, springing from their seats; and the impetuous Hedwig proposed to open the notes directly, as the new year had already commenced; but Fessel interposed his decided negative and commanded them to defer it until the actual rising of the new year sun.
Amid the noise and confusion of the thousand new year congratulations, Dorn once more approached the lovely Faith.
"Must I enter upon the new year without one kind wish from you?" he pensively asked. She looked at him with embarra.s.sment and irresolution.
At that moment she was called by her mother who was already standing in the door. The startling call helped her to come to a decision, and, suddenly drawing the packet from her bosom and smilingly placing it in Dorn"s hand, she hastened after her mother.
Long did the youth hold the much coveted packet pressed to his lips.
"How much earthly happiness," said he to himself with deep emotion, "have I destroyed in my military career. Do I indeed deserve that love should crown me with its freshest wreaths in a land I have helped to lay waste?"
Dorn, who had retired late and awoke betimes with the interesting little packet under his pillow, found himself at an early hour leaning against a window in the family parlor, and engaged in examining a delicate little note. While thus occupied, Faith, impelled by a similar restlessness, entered the room. As she perceived him whose image had embellished her dreams, an enchanting blush overspread her delicate face, and her beautiful blue eyes beamed with love and joy; but when Dorn, enraptured at the encounter, affectionately tendered her the congratulations appropriate to the new year"s morning, changing her mood she turned away from him with feigned displeasure and exclaimed: "Pshaw, captain! I am angry with you. You have wished me two horrible suitors."
"Before I undertake to exculpate myself," said Dorn, "only tell me which you drew from the packet."
"The duke of Friedland," stammered the embarra.s.sed maiden with downcast eyes.
"Look me directly in the eye!" cried Dorn, seizing the hand of the unpractised dissembler. "Did you really draw no other name?"
"Ah, let me go," she murmured, her confusion and maidenly timidity rendering her still more charming.
"You do not once ask what wish I have drawn!" said Dorn, holding up his note.
"Who knows whether you would tell me the truth," answered Faith.
"Have a care," cried Dorn. "The suspicion can only spring from a consciousness that you have deceived me, and that is not fair. I will set you an example of ingenuousness. You wished a poor mortal to choose among three daughters of heaven. Love, Hope, and Faith, were inscribed upon your three notes. My good genius helped me to the best choice.
Love I already had deep in my heart from the moment I first saw you; Hope visited me last evening; and I only lacked Faith in the certainty of my good fortune. I drew it with this note."