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It is like you are tied up, if I don't can do that; if I can then it is always that I am free, free to go, free to stay. And for you, Thekla, it is the same." Thekla's mild eyes flashed. "I don't believe you would like it so you wake up in the morning and find ME hanging up in the kitchen by the clothes-line!" Lieders had the air of one considering deeply.
"The Lord knows best about that," said Thekla, simply, "be it how it be, you are the only man I ever had or will have, and I don't like you starve yourself. Papa, say you don't kill yourself, to-day, and dat you will eat your breakfast!" "Yes," Lieders repeated in German, "a bad bargain for thee, that is sure. But thou hast been a good bargain for me. Here! I promise. Not this day.
The old workman had packed up his tools, the pet tools that no one was ever permitted to touch, and crammed his arms into his coat and walked out of the place where he had worked so long, not a man saying a word. Lieders didn't reflect that they knew nothing of the quarrel. He glowered at them and went away sore at heart.
But the placid Carl only nodded, as in sympathy, saying, "Well, I am sorry you feel so bad, Mr. Lieders. I guess we got to go now." Mrs. Olsen looked as if she would have liked to exhort Lieders further; but she shrugged her shoulders and followed her husband in silence.
Her frantic knocking was answered by a young woman in a light and artless costume of a quilted petticoat and a red flannel sack. "Oh, gracious goodness! Mrs. Lieders!" cried she. Thekla Lieders rather staggered than walked into the room and fell back on the black haircloth sofa.
Lossing burst into a laugh, perhaps he was glad to have the Western sense of humor come to the rescue of his compassion. "Well, it was a cold day for you to come all this way for nothing," said he. "You go home and tell Lieders to report to-morrow." Kurt's manner of receiving the news was characteristic. He snorted in disgust: "Well, I did think he had more sand than to give in to a woman!"
He openly defied expense, and he would have no trifling with the laws of art. To make after orders was an insult to Kurt. He made what was best for the customer; if the latter had not the sense to see it he was a fool and a pig, and some one else should work for him, not Kurt Lieders, BEGEHR! Young Lossing had learned the business practically.
Lieders," said Olsen, mildly, "I guess you better git down-stairs. Kin I help you up?" "No," said Lieders. "Will I give you an arm to lean on?" "No." "Won't you go at all, Mr. Lieders?" "No." Olsen shook his head. "I hate to trouble you, Mr.
Then came the day when open disobedience to Lossing's orders had snapped the last thread of Harry's patience. To Lieders's aggrieved "If you ain't satisfied with my work, Mr. Lossing, I kin quit," the answer had come instantly, "Very well, Lieders, I'm sorry to lose you, but we can't have two bosses here: you can go to the desk."
Lieders, I come about my man " "Will you walk in here, Mrs. Lieders?" said Lossing. His voice was like the ice on the window-panes. She followed him into a little room. He shut the door. Declining the chair that he pushed toward her she stood in the centre of the room, looking at him with the pleading eyes of a child. "Mr. Lossing, will you please save my Kurt from killing himself?"
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