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True enough, his manner was somewhat peculiarly gallant, which a lady cannot easily mistake; but this gallantry was united with such an unmistakable respect, or more properly awe, that he gave her the impression of a poetical, knightly nature. By and by there came more ladies, both married and unmarried, but Bagger had almost forgotten what errand they could have with him.
"Yes," continued Bagger, following his own ideas, "and so I thought, also, that we could as well stay here." At this moment Bagger was so earnest and impassioned, that Ingeborg, in hearing words so very wide of what she regarded as reasonable, began to suspect his mind of being a little disordered, and with an inquiring anxiousness looked at him.
"Oh!" said Miss Hjelm, laughing: "I have only known one war counsellor, and he was old; so I thought of all war counsellors as old." "Yes; but Counsellor Bagger is not war counsellor, but a real Superior Court Counsellor." "Oh, how earnest that is! And so he is in love with a fairy?" "Yes: it is ridiculous!" said Miss Brandt, laughing.
He stares wildly at his tormenters, and begs them to spare his life. They shove, they kick, they slap him. "Shoot the Yankee dog! Hang him to a lamp post! Nigger hearted carpet bagger! Kill him!" Still the crowd pushes towards the depot. "Who is this man? What has he done?" asked a stranger. "Done!" exclaims a citizen close-by. "Why he's been teachin' niggers they're es good es white men."
"Let us, then," continued Bagger, "drink a toast to the wind, the accident, the moving power, unknown and yet controlling. To those of us who, as yet, are unprovided for and under forty, it will at some time undoubtedly bring a bride; to those who are already provided for will come the expected in another form.
One morning Criminal and Court Counsellor Bagger got, at his residence at Noerre Street, official intelligence that from the first of next month he was transferred to the King's Court, and in grace was promoted to be veritable counsellor of justice there; rank, fourth-class, number three.
The deuce take me before I again express a sentimentality." How Counsellor Bagger that night could have fallen asleep, between memory, or longing and discontent, is difficult to tell, had he not on his arrival home found a package of papers, an interesting theft case. He sat down instantly to read, and day dawned ere they were finished.
Father didn't care a bit, but we children felt, now and then, during the long winter evenings, a strange sort of yearning after old times, so we very often found our way down to the bath- house to listen to the crickets, and there was Pekka sitting out the long evenings by the light of his pare. From "The Flying Mail." Translated by Carl Larsen. Fritz Bagger had just been admitted to the bar.
Our time has mail, steamboats, railroads, telegraphs: to me these do not exist; for of what use are they altogether, when one knows not where to search." A thought came suddenly, like a meteor in the dark: advertise. What family in Copenhagen did not the Address Paper reach? He would put in an advertisement, but how? "Fritz Bagger is not married." No: that was too plain. "F. B. is not married."
The toast was drunk with enthusiasm, and just at that moment a strong wind shook the windows, and burst open one of the doors, blowing so far into the hall as to cause the lights to flicker much. Bagger became, through the influence of the wine, the company, and the sight of the happy bridal pair, six years younger.
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