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Updated: June 10, 2025
"What is it?" growled the other. "You don't need to ask I know what I see." "Well, what do you see, in the devil's name?" "I see the cylinder-factory that used to be Hürlin & Schwindelmeier, now Dallas & Co. Rich men they are, I'm told rich men!" "Oh, go to the deuce!" growled Hürlin. "Thank you!" "Do you want to make me out a swindler?" "No need to make you one!" "You dirty old sail-cobbler!"
In spite of all this, some thread would have gradually spun itself to link the two perverse creatures together; out of his very melancholy and disgust, Hürlin would have grasped as for dear life at the first comer, if only to get rid now and then of the wretched feeling of loneliness and emptiness.
The saw bit shriekingly into the good iron; after a few moments the arm began to droop, and finally fell with a rattle and a clang on the pavement. Hürlin crossed the street. "I say, Mr. Workman," he begged humbly, "give me the thing; it's of no value now." "Why? Who are you?" asked the fellow.
Into bed with you and if I hear another sound, you'll get something to be thankful for!" "But he was stealing " Hürlin began to shout, almost crying with rage and injured dignity, only to be instantly interrupted and ordered to keep quiet. The he-goats retreated muttering to their beds; the weaver listened a few moments at the door, and when he had gone all was still in the room.
The latter bore himself with unchanged geniality and comradeship; but since Hürlin now always suspected him, and took in bad part his jesting designations as "the Councillor," "Herr von Hürlin," and the like, the Sun-Brotherhood soon split into two parties. The manufacturer had soon grown accustomed to the silly Holdria as a roommate and had made him his friend.
The weaver shrugged his shoulders and said "Do as you like but a man that won't work must'nt expect any supper. At four o'clock there'll be bread and cider, if you've done your sawing otherwise nothing more till the soup at night." Bread and cider, thought Hürlin, and was confronted with a very serious problem.
Such a plump and substantial child, as well, that her downfall crushed to a crimson flood the red "drops" she would have seized and utterly demolished another pile of perishable cakes. "Save us and help us! You clumsy girl! What you mean, hurlin' that young one onto my stand, that way? Well, you've spoiled a power of stuff an' I only hope you can pay for it on the spot!"
When old Hürlin had his room assigned to him, he at once began a minute examination of it. He found a window looking on the small courtyard, two doors, a bed, a chest, two chairs, a jar, a broom and duster; further, a shelf in the corner covered with oilcloth, on which stood a glass, a tin basin, a clothesbrush and a New Testament.
At ten o'clock there was a piece of black bread for him, after which began the forced labor which he dreaded. A huge pile of wood had been dumped in the yard, which was all to be sawed and split. As winter was still a long way off, Hürlin did not hurry himself with the wood.
Heller sometimes worked by the day in the mayor's garden, and Hürlin was occupied under the manager's supervision in washing salad, picking lentils, shelling beans and the like tasks in which he was not required to overexert himself, and yet could feel he was being useful.
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