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Lossing, it's ME!" "But didn't Lieders tell you I told him I would never take him back?" "No, sir, no, Mr. Lossing, it was not that, it was you said it would be a cold day that you would take him back; and it was git so cold yesterday, so I think, 'Now it would be a cold day to-morrow and Mr. Lossing he can take Kurt back. And it IS the most coldest day this year!"
We make a great mistake when we suppose that it is only the affectionate that desire affection; sulky and ill-conditioned souls often have a passionate longing for the very feelings that they repel. Lieders was a womanish, sensitive creature under the surly mask, and he was cut to the quick by his comrades' apathy.
Thekla rose and went to the door; as she opened it a fierce gust of wind slashed her like a knife, and Lieders exclaimed, fretfully, "what you opening that door for, Thekla, letting in the wind? I'm so cold, now, right by the fire, I most can't draw. We got to keep a fire in the base-burner good, all night, or the plants will freeze."
He made no resistance and she was as good as her word. She unbound and bound him in sections, as it were; he watching her with a morose smile. Then she left the room, but only to return with some hot coffee. Lieders twisted his head away. "No," said he, "I don't eat none of that breakfast, not if you make fresh coffee all the morning; I feel like I don't eat never no more on earth."
If the next day Lossing had not remembered how his father valued Lieders, and made an excuse to half apologize to him, I fear Thekla's stratagems would have done little good. The next experience was cut out of the same piece of cloth. He had relented, he had allowed his wife to save him; but he was angry in secret.
That man Lieders, whom you saw, is worth a good many thousand dollars; my father invested his savings for him." "You are one of the philanthropists, aren't you, Mr. Lossing, who are trying to elevate the laboring classes?" "Not a bit of it, sir. I shall never try to elevate the laboring classes; it is too big a contract.
The other men were sorry that Lieders had gone, having a genuine workman's admiration for his skill, and a sort of underground liking for the unreasonable old man because he was so absolutely honest and "a fellow could always tell where to find him." But they were shy, they were afraid he would take their pity in bad part, they "waited a while."
When, as a protest against the invasion of the churches by the Russian soldiery, the Catholic clergy closed all churches in Warsaw, the rabbis and communal elders followed suit, and ordered the closing of the synagogues. This action aroused the ire of Lieders, the new viceroy.
"No, Kurt, no, papa" the hands holding the blue apron that she was embroidering with white linen began to tremble; Lieders had not the least idea what a strain it was on this reticent, slow of speech woman who had stood in awe of him for eighteen years, to discuss the horror of her life; but he could not help marking her agitation.
Feeling further expression demanded, Mrs. Olsen asked: "How many times has he done it, Mrs. Lieders?" Mrs. Lieders was trotting along, her anxious eyes on the house in the distance, especially on the garret windows.
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