by Mark Twain
"Hi-hi! what is the matter? Have you seen a ghost?"
We couldn't speak, but there was no occasion; he was willing to talk for us all, for he had just seen Satan and was in high spirits about it. Satan had told him about our trip to China, and he had begged Satan to take him a journey, and Satan had promised. It was to be a far journey, and wonderful and beautiful; and Nikolaus had begged him to take us, too, but he said no, he would take us some day, maybe, but not now. Satan would come for him on the 13th, and Nikolaus was already counting the hours, he was so impatient.
That was the fatal day. We were already counting the hours, too.
We wandered many a mile, always following paths which had been our favorites from the days when we were little, and always we talked about the old times. All the blitheness was with Nikolaus; we others could not shake off our depression. Our tone toward Nikolaus was so strangely gentle and tender and yearning that he noticed it, and was pleased; and we were constantly doing him deferential little offices of courtesy, and saying, "Wait, let me do that for you," and that pleased him, too. I gave him seven fish-hooks -all I had-and made him take them; and Seppi gave him his new knife and a humming-top painted red and yellow-atonements for swindles practised upon him formerly, as I learned later, and probably no longer remembered by Nikolaus now. These things touched him, and he said he could not have believed that we loved him so; and his pride in it and gratefulness for it cut us to the heart we were so undeserving of them. When we parted at last, he was radiant and said he had never had such a happy day.
As we walked along homewards, Seppi said-
"We always prized him, but never so much as now, when we are going to lose him."
Chapter 7
NEXT DAY and every day we spent all of our spare time with Nikolaus; and also added to it time which we (and he) stole from work and other duties, and this cost the three of us some sharp scoldings and some threats of punishment. Every morning two of us woke with a start and a shudder, saving, as the days flew along, "Only ten days left;" only nine days left;" "only eight;" only seven." Always it was narrowing. Always Nikolaus was gay and happy, and always puzzled because we were not. He wore his invention to the bone, trying to invent ways to cheer us up, but it was only a hollow success; he could see that our jollity had no heart in it, and that the laughs we broke into came up against some obstruction or other and suffered damage and decayed into a sigh. He tried to find out what the matter was, so that he could help us out of our trouble or make it lighter by sharing it with us; so we had to tell many lies to deceive him and appease him.
But the most distressing thing of all was, that he was always making plans, and often they went beyond the 13th! Whenever that happened, it made us groan in spirit. All his mind was fixed upon finding some way to conquer our depression and cheer us up; and at last, when he had but three days to live, he fell upon the right idea and was jubilant over it: a boys' and girls' frolic and dance in the woods, up there where we first met Satan, and this was to occur on the 14th. It was ghastly; for that was his funeral-day. We couldn't venture a protest; it would only have brought a "Why?" which we could not answer. He wanted us to help him invite his guests, and we did it; one can refuse nothing to a dying friend. But it was dreadful; for really we were inviting them to his funeral.
It was an awful eleven days; and yet, with a lifetime stretching back between to-day and then, they are still a grateful memory to me, and beautiful. In effect they were days of companionship with one's sacred dead, and I have known no comradeship that was so close or so precious. We clung to the hours and the minutes, counting them as they wasted away, and parting with them with that pain and bereavement which a miser feels who sees his hoard filched from him coin by coin by robbers and is helpless to prevent it.
When the evening of the last day came we stayed out too long; Seppi and I were in fault for that, we could not bear to part with Nikolaus; so it was very late when we left him at his door. We lingered near, a while, listening; and that happened which we were fearing. His father gave him the promised punishment, and we heard his shrieks. But we listened only a moment, then hurried away, remorseful for this thing which we had caused. And sorry for the father, too; our thought being, "If he only knew-if he only knew!"
In the morning Nikolaus did not meet us at the appointed place, so we went to his home to see what the matter was. His mother said-
"His father is out of all patience with these goings on, and will not have any more of it. Half the time when Nick is needed he is not to be found; then it turns out that he has been gadding around with you two. His father gave him a flogging last night. It always grieved me before, and many's the time I have begged him off and saved him, but this time he appealed to me in vain, for I was out of patience myself."
"I wish you had saved him just this one time," I said, my voice trembling a little, "it would case a pain in your heart to remember it some day."
She ryas ironing, at the time, and her back was partly toward me. She turned about with a startled or wondering look in her face and said-
"What do you mean by that?"
I was not prepared, and didn't know anything to say, so it was awkward, for she kept looking at me; but Seppi was alert and spoke up:
"Why of course it would be pleasant to remember; for, the very reason we were out so late was that Nikolaus got to telling us how good you are to him, and how he never got whipped when you were by to save him; and he was so full of it, and we so full of the interest of it that none of us noticed how late it was getting."
"Did he say that? did he?" and she put her apron to her eyes.
"You can ask Theodor-he will tell you the same."
"It is a dear good lad, my Nick," she said. "I am sorry I let him get whipped; I will never do it again. To think-all the time I was sitting here last night fretting and angry at him he was loving me and praising me! Dear, dear, if we could only know! then we shouldn't ever go wrong; but we are only poor dumb beasts groping around and making mistakes. I shan't ever think of last night without a pang."
She was like all the rest; it seemed as if nobody could open a mouth, in these wretched days, without saying something that made us shiver. They were "groping around," and did not know what sorrowfully true things they were saying by accident.
Seppi asked if Nikolaus might go out with us.
"I am sorry," she answered, "but he can't. To punish him further, his father doesn't allow him to go out of the house to-day."
We had a great hope! I saw it in Seppi's eyes. We thought, "if he cannot leave the house, he cannot be drowned." Seppi asked-to make sure-
"Must he stay in all day, or only the morning?"
"All day. It's such a pity, too; it's a beautiful day, and he is so unused to being shut up. But he is busy planning his party, and maybe that is company for him. I do hope he isn't too lonesome."
Seppi saw that in her eye which emboldened him to ask if we might go up and help him pass his time.
"And welcome!" she said, right heartily. "Now I call that real friendship, when you might be abroad in the fields and the woods, having a happy time. You are good boys, I'll allow that, though you don't always find satisfactory ways of proving it. Take these cakes -for yourselves-and give him this one, from his mother."
The first thing we noticed when we entered Nikolaus's room was the clock. A quarter to 10. Could that be correct? Only such a few minutes left to live! I felt a contraction at my heart. Nikolaus jumped up and gave us a glad welcome. He was in good spirits over his plannings for his party, and had not been lonesome.
"Sit down," he said, "and look at what I've been doing. And I've finished a kite that you will say is a daisy. It's drying, in the kitchen; I'll fetch it."
He had been spending his penny-savings in fanciful trifles of various kinds, to go as prizes in the games, and they were marshaled with fine and showy effect upon the table. He said-
"Examine them at your leisure while I get mother to touch up the kite with her
iron if it isn't dry enough yet."
Then he tripped out and went clattering down stairs, whistling "Die Trommeln sagen pom-pom-pom."
We did not look at the things; we couldn't take any interest in anything but the clock. We sat staring at it in silence, listening to the ticking, and every time the minute-hand jumped, we nodded recognition-one minute fewer to cover in the race for life or for death. Finally Seppi drew a deep breath and said-
"Two minutes to ten. Seven minutes more and lie will pass the death-point. Theodor, he is going to be saved! he's going to-"
"Hush, I'm on needles!-watch the clock, and keep still."
Five minutes more. We were panting, with the strain and the excitement.
Another three minutes, and there was a footstep on the stair.
"Saved!" and we jumped up and faced the door.
The old mother entered, bringing the kite.
"Isn't it a beauty?" she said. "And dear me, how he has slaved over it; ever since daylight, I think, and only finished it a while before you came." She stood it against the wall, and stepped back to take a view of it. "He drew the pictures his own self, and I think they are very good. The church isn't so very good, I'll have to admit, but look at the bridge-any one can recognise the bridge in a minute. He asked me to bring it up.. . . . . Dear me, it's seven minutes past ten, and I-"
"But where is he?"
"He? Oh, he'll be here soon-he's gone out a minute."
"Gone out?"
"Yes. Just as he came down stairs little Lisa's mother came in and said the child had wandered off somewhere, and as she was a little uneasy I told Nikolaus to never mind about his father's orders-go and look her up . . . . . Why, how white you two do look; I do believe you are sick. Sit down; I'll fetch you something. That cake has disagreed with you. It is a little heavy, but I thought-"
She disappeared without finishing her sentence, and we hurried at once to the back window and looked toward the river. There was a great crowd at the other end of the bridge, and people were flying toward that point from every direction.
"Oh, it is all over-poor Nikolaus! Why did she let him get out of the house!"
"Come away," said Seppi, half sobbing, "come quick-we can't bear to meet her-in five minutes she will know."
But we were not to escape. She came upon us at the foot of the stairs, with her cordials in her hand, and made us come in and sit down and take the medicine. Then she watched the effect, and it did not satisfy her; so she made us wait longer, and kept upbraiding herself for giving us the unwholesome cake.
Presently the thing happened which we were dreading. There was a sound of tramping and scraping outside, and a crowd came solemnly in, with heads uncovered, and laid the two drowned bodies on the bed.
"Oh, my God!" that poor mother cried out, and fell on her knees, and put her arms about her dead boy and began to cover the wet face with kisses. "Oh, it was I that sent him, and I have been his death. If I had obeyed, and kept him in the house, this would not have happened. And I am rightly punished-I was cruel to him last night, and him begging me, his own mother, to be his friend."
And so she went on and on, and all the women cried, and pitied her, and tried to comfort her, but she could not forgive herself and could not be comforted, and kept on saying if she had not sent him out he would be alive and well now, and she was the cause of his death.
It shows how foolish people are when they blame themselves for anything they have done. Satan knows, and he said nothing happens that your first act hasn't arranged to happen and made inevitable; and so, of your own motion you can't ever alter the scheme or do a thing that will break a link. Next we heard screams, and Frau Brandt came wildly plowing and plunging through the crowd with her dress in disorder and her hair flying loose, and flung herself upon her dead child with moans and kisses and pleadings and endearments; and by and by rose up almost exhausted with her outpourings of passionate emotion, and clenched her fist and lifted it toward the sky, and her tear-drenched face grew hard and resentful, and she said-
"For nearly two weeks I have had dreams and presentiments and warnings that death was going to strike what was most precious to me, and day and night and night and day I have groveled in the dirt before Him praying Him to have pity on my innocent child and save it from harm-and here is His answer!"
Why, Ile had saved it from harm-but she did not know.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks, and stood awhile gazing down at the child and caressing its face and its hair with her hand, then she spoke again in that bitter tone-
"But in His hard heart is no compassion. I will never pray again.
She gathered her dead child to her bosom and strode away, the crowd falling back to let her pass, and smitten dumb by the awful words they had heard. Ah, that poor woman! It is as Satan said, we do not know good fortune from bad, and are always mistaking the one for the other. Many a time, since then, I have heard people pray to God to spare the life of sick persons, but I have never done it.
Both funerals took place at the same time in our little church next day. Everybody was there, including the party-guests. Satan was there, too; which was proper, for it was on account of his efforts that the funerals had happened. Nikolaus had departed this life without absolution, and a collection was taken up for masses, to get him out of purgatory. Only two-thirds of the required money was gathered, and the parents were going to try to borrow the rest, but Satan furnished it. He told us privately that there was no purgatory, now, it having been discarded because it did not pay, there being none but Catholic custom for it; but he had contributed in order that Nikolaus's parents and their friends might be saved from worry and distress. We thought it very good of him, but he said money did not cost him anything.
At the graveyard the body of little Lisa was seized for debt by a carpenter to whom the mother owed fifty groschen for work done the year before. She had never been able to pay this, and was not able now. The carpenter took the corpse home and kept it four days in his cellar, the mother weeping and imploring about his house all the time; then he buried it in his brother's cattle-yard, without religious ceremonies. It drove the mother wild with grief and shame, and she forsook her work and went daily about the town cursing the carpenter and blaspheming the laws and the Emperor and the church, and it was pitiful to see. Seppi asked Satan to interfere, but he said that the carpenter and the rest were members of the human race and were acting quite neatly, for that species of animal. He would interfere if he found a horse acting in such a way, and we must inform him when we came across that kind of a horse doing that kind of a human thing, so that he could stop it. We believed this was sarcasm, for of course there wasn't any such horse.
But after a few days we found that we could not abide that poor woman's distress; so we begged Satan to examine her several possible careers, and see if he could not change her, to her profit, to a new one. He said the longest of her careers as they now stood gave her forty-two years to live, and her shortest one twenty-nine, and that both were charged with grief and hunger and cold and pain. The only improvement he could make would be to enable her to skip a certain link three minutes from now; and he asked us if he should do it. This was such a short time to decide in, that we went to pieces with nervous excitement, and before we could pull ourselves together and ask for particulars he said the time would be up in a few more seconds; so then we gasped out-
"Do it!"
"It is done," he said; "she was going around a corner, I have turned her back; it has changed her career."
"Then what will happen, Satan?"
"It is happening now. She is having words with Fischer, the weaver. In his anger Fischer will straightway do what he would not have done but for this accident. He was present when she stood over her child's body and uttered those blasphemies."
"What will he do?"
"He is doing it now-betraying her to a priest. In three days she will go to the stake."
We could not speak; we were frozen with ho
rror, for if we had not meddled with her career she would have been spared this awful fate. Satan noticed these thoughts, and said-
"What you are thinking is strictly human-like; that is to say, foolish. The woman is advantaged. Die when she might, she would go to heaven. By this prompt death she gets twenty-nine years' more of heaven than she is entitled to, and escapes twenty-nine years of misery here."
A moment before we were bitterly making up our minds that we would ask no more favors of Satan for friends of ours, for he did not seem to know any way to do a person a kindness but by killing him; but the whole aspect of the case was changed now, and we were glad of what we had done and full of happiness in the thought of it.
After a little I began to feel troubled about Fischer, and asked timidly-
"Does this episode change Fischer's life-scheme, Satan?"
"Change it? Why, certainly. And radically. If he had not met Frau Brandt a while ago he would die next year, thirty-four years of age. Now he will live to be ninety, and have a pretty prosperous and comfortable life of it, as human lives go."
We felt a great joy and pride in what we had done for Fischer, and were expecting Satan to sympathise with this feeling; but he showed no sign, and this made us uneasy. We waited for him to speak, but he didn't; so, to assuage our solicitude we had to ask him if there was any defect in Fischer's good luck. Satan considered the question a moment, then said, with some hesitation-
"Well, the fact is, it is a delicate point. Under his several former possible life-careers he was going to heaven."
We were aghast.
"Oh, Satan! and under this one-"
"There, don't be so distressed. You were sincerely trying to do him a kindness; let that comfort you."
"Oh, dear, dear, that cannot comfort us. You ought to have told us what we were doing, then we wouldn't have acted so."