The New-Year's Bargain

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THE NEW-YEAR'S BARGAIN.

THE

NEW-YEAR'S BARGAIN.

Chapter 1

CHAPTER I.

THE BARGAIN WITH THE MONTHS.

It is a cold, wintry day. The Old Year is going to die to-night. All the winds have come to his funeral, and, while waiting, are sky-larking about the country. It is a very improper thing for mourners to do. Here they are in the Black Forest, going on like a parcel of school-boys, waltzing with leaves, singing in tree-tops, whooping, whistling, making all sorts of odd noises. If the Old Year hears them, he must think he has a very queer sort of "procession."

Max and Thekla are used to the winds, and not afraid of them. They are not afraid of the Forest either, though the country people avoid it, and tell wonderful stories about things seen and heard there. The hut in which they and their Grandfather live is in the heart of the wood. No other house stands within miles of them. In summer-time the wild lilies grow close to the door-step, and the fawns creep shyly out to drink at the spring near by; and sometimes, when the wind blows hard on winter nights, strange barkings can be heard in the distance, and they know that the wolves are out. They do not tremble, though they are but children. Max is eleven, very stout and strong for his age, and able to chop and mark the wood for Grandfather, who for many years has been Woodman. Thekla, who is nine, keeps the house in order, cooks, mends clothes, and knits stockings like a little house-fairy. All their lives they have lived here, and the lonely place is dear to them. The squirrels in the wood are not more free and fearless than these children, and they are so busy and healthy that the days fly fast.

This afternoon, in spite of the cold, they are out gathering wood, of which the Ranger allows them all they need to use. There is a pile at home already, almost as high as the cottage roof: but Thekla is resolved that her fire shall always be bright when Max and the Grandfather come in from out-doors, blue and cold; and she isn't satisfied yet. For hours they have been at work, and have tied ever so many fagots. The merry winds have been helping in the task, tearing boughs and twigs off overhead, and throwing them down upon the path, so that the bundles have collected rapidly, and wise little Thekla says, "This has been a good day."

"I'm getting tired, though," she goes on. "Let's rest awhile, and take a walk. We never came so far as this before, did we? I want to go up that pretty path, and see where it comes out. Don't you think we have got wood enough, Max?"

Yes, Max thought they had. So hand in hand the children went along the path. Every thing was new and strange. Into this part of the forest they had never wandered before. The trees were thick. Bushes grew below. Only the little foot-track broke the way. Thekla crept closer to her brother as the walk grew wilder. A great forest is an awful sort of place; most of all in winter, when the birds and squirrels are hushed and the trees can be heard talking to one another. Sweet, curious smells come from you know not where. The wind roars, and the boughs creak back sharply as if the giants and dwarfs were quarrelling. All is strange and wonderful.

And now the bushes grow thinner. They were coming upon a little open space fringed about with trees, and suddenly Thekla exclaimed, in an astonished voice,—

"Why, Max! Look! There are people in there. I can see them through the bushes!"

"People?" cried Max. "Stealing wood, no doubt. Quiet, Thekla! don't make any noise: we'll creep up, and catch them at it. They shall see what the Ranger says to such doings."

So, like mice, they crept forward, and peeped through the screen of boughs. But there was no sound of chopping, and nobody was meddling with the wood. In fact, there was only one body visible, an old, old man with snow-white hair. But there was a long row of clay figures in front of him, men and women as large as life; and they looked so natural, it was no wonder Thekla had made the mistake. Some were half-finished; some but just begun: one only seemed perfect, the figure of a beautiful youth, with a crescent moon on his cap; and, even as they looked, the old man took a pinch of something, moulded it with his hand, and stuck it on the side of the head, from which it hung like a graceful plume. Then he seemed satisfied, and began to work on one of the others.

"How lovely! but did you ever see any thing so queer?" whispered Thekla. "If we only dared go nearer!"

"Dared!" cried Max: "this is our wood, and we have a right to go where we like in it. Come on!" and he took Thekla's hand, and drew her boldly forward.

There were two great jars standing there, which seemed to hold the stuff out of which the figures were made. The children peeped in. One was full of a marvellous kind of water, sparkling and golden and bubbling like wine. The other held sand, or what seemed like sand, fine, glittering particles, most beautiful to see. It was wonderful to watch the old man work. His lean fingers would twist and mould the sand and water for a second, and there would be a lovely head, an arm, or a garland of flowers. The forms grew like magic; and the children were so charmed with watch- ing, that they forgot either to speak or to go away.

At last, the old man turned, and saw them. He didn't smile, nor did he seem angry. He only stood, and fixed his eyes upon them in silence. Thekla began to tremble, but Max bravely addressed him:—

"What curious work this is you are doing!" he said. "Is it very hard?"

"I'm used to it," was the brief reply.

"You have been doing it a long time perhaps," said Thekla, shyly.

"Seven thousand years or so," answered the old man.

"Why, what a story!" cried Max. "That's impossible, you know: the world wasn't made as long ago as that."

"Oh, yes! it was. You were not there at the time, and I was. I got there about as soon as it did, or a little before."

"He's certainly crazy," whispered Thekla: "let's run away."

"Run away," replied her brother, "from that old fellow? Why, he's ten times as old as Grandfather, and I'll bet he's not one quarter so strong. There's something very queer about it all, though, and I'm bound to find it out. Would you dislike to tell us your name, sir?" he asked politely.

"Oh, no!" answered the old man: "I haven't the least objection. Most people, however, don't remember to inquire till they're about seeing the last of me. They mistake me for my brother, Eternity, I suppose. My name is Old Time. That's my scythe hanging on the tree. Don't you see it?"

There it was sure enough, only they had not noticed it before. "And what are these beautiful figures?" asked little Thekla.

"Those are the Months," replied Time. "I come here every year to renew them. They get quite worn out, and need building up. It's a nice dry place, and they can stand till they are wanted. This one is January. He's finished; but I'm a little behind hand with the others."

As he spoke, he turned again to his task.

"And what is this stuff you are making them of?" inquired Max, dipping his finger in the sparkling liquid.

The old man fixed upon him a fiery eye.

"Don't meddle with that, boy!" said he, in a severe tone: "nobody can touch those drops safely but myself. That is water from the stream of Time."

"And these?" asked Thekla, pointing to the second jar.

"Those are what you know as 'moments,' was the reply. "They are really the dust of dead years, though somebody or other has given them the name of 'sands of Time.' Pretty things they are, but they won't keep. Everybody in the world can have one at a time, but nobody can lay up a stock for next day. I'm the only person to whom that is allowed."

Just then a naughty idea entered into Max's head. "We'11 see whether that is true," he mut- tered; and, watching till the old man's back was turned, he plunged his fingers into the jar, stole a double handful of the sand, and hid it in the tin can which was slung to his side, and in which his dinner and Thekla's had been. Old Time was too busy to heed him. Pretty soon after, Max took Thekla's hand, and, without saying "Good-by," dragged her away down the narrow path towards home. It was almost nightfall when at last they got there.

It was not till after supper when Grandfather had gone to bed that Max confessed what he had done. Thekla felt dreadfully about it; but he wouldn't say he was sorry, and was sitting by the fire letting the shining particles drift through his fingers, when suddenly voices were heard out of doors as if a large company was approaching. He had just time to hurry the can into a safe hiding-place when the latch rattled, the door flew open, and in long procession streamed in the very figures they had seen that afternoon in the wood.

No longer lifeless however, but angry, noisy, reproachful. "Ah, little thief!" cried January. "Where are the stolen moments?"

"Yes," shouted March, a blustering fellow with wild hair and eyes. "Where's the third finger of my left hand? Where are my Brother February's thumb-nail and right ear-tip?"

"And my roses," wept June, a fair young woman. "See, I ought to have a whole lap full, and there are only five. Oh, naughty, naughty boy!"

"And my holly sprig?" vociferated December. "Who's to know which I am without it? Not a child in the world will hang up his stocking at the right time."

"Didn't you know," sobbed April, "that the jar only held just enough to make us complete, and no more? And here all of us but January are ugly, maimed creatures, and the New Year will be so disgusted with us."

It was too true. Every one lacked something. September had no wheat-ears. May mourned over her want of violets. November raged up and down, declaring that he must have a turkey. "And what do you think," grumbled March, "the world is going to say, when we all come in docked after this ridiculous fashion? The tides will be wrong and the almanac-makers will tear their hair. The moon will go wandering about like a lunatic. And all because a little boy in the Black Forest couldn't keep his hands out of what didn't belong to him. Oh, fie! fie! wait till my turn comes! won't I blow you about!"

And the Months clustered about poor Max, scolding, threatening, crying, till he didn't know which way to look. He began to feel dreadfully ashamed of himself, especially as Thekla was sobbing as loudly as April, and imploring him to make amends. But he kept up a bold front.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I think you're very unreasonable. Time belongs to us all. I never had so much to myself before, and I mean to keep it unless you make it worth my while to give it up."

"What shall we do?" cried July. "Shall we all make you a present? or tell you a story?" said November.

"Or sing you a song?" chanted May.

"No music, thank you," answered Max. "Little Thekla here sings to me, and that is sweet enough. But if you each will make us a gift, and each tell us a story, I will restore the sand you are making such a fuss about. What do you say? Is it a bargain?"

"I won't," said January. "I'11 have nothing to do with it: I am finished, and have no favors to ask of anybody."

The others, however, all cried, "Yes!" And so the bargain was struck. Each Month was to come in turn on the last night of the month before, tell a story, bring a present, and get his missing moments. With this agreement, they said good-by. April gave Thekla a kiss, and they went away. For a time their voices could be heard growing more and more distant in the forest, then all was silent again.

"Isn't that splendid?" cried Max, exultingly.

"It's very nice about the presents and stories," answered Thekla; "but I can't help wishing you hadn't taken the moments. Max. It's dreadful to think of your stealing any thing."

"Pooh!" said Max: "it isn't stealing to take time. Everybody does that."

Chapter II.

CHAPTER II.

THE BEAR STORY.

It seemed a long month to Max and Thekla, but at last it was over. The 31st of January came. Grandfather was tucked up early in bed, the fire was poked, the tin can brought out, and all made ready. The children sat in expectation. At last there came a rap at the door.

"Walk in," cried Max; and February entered. He was a short, thick-set fellow, with red eyes, a red nose, and a gruff, surly voice. Very unhappy he looked just now; and when Max pulled up a chair for him, he sat down on the edge, and began,—

"Unaccustomed as I am to public speaking,"—

"Hallo!" cried Max, interrupting him. "That'll never do in the world. That's a horrid beginning: you must try again."

"Oh, must I?" said February, much relieved. "I thought I had to take pains with my language. People who 'address the young' usually do. Well, if I may go ahead in my own way it's all right: you've taken a weight off my mind."

"I'm glad to hear it," said Max; "but before you begin, where's the gift?"

"Here," said February; and he pulled from his pocket something that looked like a big icicle. It was an icicle, only it didn't melt in your fingers or feel cold; and it had a delicious taste, like buckwheat cakes, maple molasses, sausages, baked apples, turkey, cranberry sauce, and nuts and raisins, all at once. Max broke it in two, and while Thekla sucked one half and he the other, February began:

"It's only about the bears in the North-West Hollow."

"Bears!" cried Max: "what bears?"

"A real nice family of bears who live up there. Last year when I saw them, they were little fellows about the size of kittens; but they are quite big now, and have got grown-up growls. I thought perhaps you'd like to hear about 'em."

Oh, wouldn't they? Both children crept close to him, and drank in every word with red cheeks and round eyes.

"Bears!" cried Max, quite stuttering with excitement. "I didn't know there were any in the Forest. Oh, do go on!"

"They used to lie all curled up in a heap," continued February, "at the bottom of a nest in the rocks, which their mother had lined with leaves and moss to keep them warm. They looked just like funny bundles of brown hair. There were four of them,—Snap, Snooze, Roll-about, and Greedy. Roll-about was the fattest and the best-natured, but they were all nice. They lay tangled together, and couldn't help pulling each other's fur a good deal; but they quarrelled much less than most brothers and sisters who live in such close quarters.

"I went away before they were old enough to go out, so I couldn't tell you much about them if it were not for April. April and I," said February, with a sentimental air, "were always great friends. She used to see the Mamma Bear and her little ones go walking together. One day when they were in the wood a barking of dogs and blowing of horns was heard.

Run! run!' cried Mamma; and off they went, all but Greedy who had straggled away in pursuit of a honey-tree. He was too young to know how to take care of himself, and getting confused ran into the very track of the hunters. They would have killed him, but one shouted, 'Take him alive! take him alive! I want him;' so instead they put him into a sack and carried him away.

"Nothing more was heard of him for a long time. The others were sorry, but they went prowling about all summer stuffing themselves with good things, and did very well without him. By October they were as fat as pigs. And all of a sudden one day, as they were lunch- ing on ground-nuts in a lonely place among the hills, as happy and friendly as could be, they heard a scratching of claws, and smelt a fur which seemed uncommonly familiar; and lo and behold! it was Greedy, back again, as big as any of them, but not nearly so fat.

Of course they growled with astonishment, and flew to meet him. He was glad too, but his manner seemed a little cold. Where had he been? Oh! he had been in a town of Germany getting his education. And where had he been living? Oh! in the family of his tutor of course. Slept in the same room with the children, and treated like a child. None of them knew what a tutor might be; and Roll-about asked innocently if it was something good to eat, but Greedy shook his head. The town was a college town, he said. All persons of refinement were sent there to study.

Are you a person of refinement, Greedy?' asked little Snooze.

"Greedy froze him with a look. He didn't an- swer, but went on with his tale. He had learned to dance. He could pick out the Ace of Hearts, and A, B, and Z from the alphabet. He could jump over a stick. This last he did on the spot, to show them how it went; and, in the middle of the jump, Snap noticed something which made him cry out, 'O Greedy! your poor paws! What is the matter with them? They're all brown, and dried up?'

"Greedy looked foolish. 'Oh!' he replied, 'that's nothing: they—they—got a little burnt one day,—that's all,—on some hot iron. Stoves are very hot in Germany.'

"Mamma looked queer when she heard this, and relieved her feelings by a low growl. The little ones could not tell what to make of it.

"When asked how he managed to get back, Greedy explained it in this way: 'He was travelling,' he said, 'with some friends. They were in a cage together, which was the fashionable way of going about just now. By an accident, the cage upset and some of the bars broke; and, as it was so near home, Greedy thought he might as well run over, and make them a visit.' All this he said with a lofty air, and the brothers and sister believed every word of it; but Mamma put her tongue in her cheek, and gently pointed over her left shoulder with her paw.

"They had a grand walk home; but no sooner had they got there, than Greedy began to find fault with every thing in the most unpleasant manner. The Hollow was the dampest hole he ever had seen. No place was fit to live in without a stove. As for the food, it was horrid. It gave him the stomach-ache, he declared; and he called for beef-steaks, as if he expected a butcher to appear round the corner. When the honeycomb was brought in, he fell upon it tooth and nail, and ate a great deal more than his share. Mamma reproved him; but he snubbed her, and said that was the way all the children did in the city; and when poor little Roll-about, who had to go without any, gave a low whine or two just to comfort herself, he boxed her ears with his paw savagely, and then excused himself by telling them that Master Jack, his tutor's son, often cuffed his sister, Miss Gretchen, in that way, and nobody took any notice. It wasn't any particular consolation to Roll-about to hear of it, and she crept away into a lonely corner, and moaned and licked her paws for a long time.

"Master Jack and Miss Gretchen,"—how the Bear family did learn to hate those children! Every rude and disagreeable thing Greedy did, he quoted them as examples. Jack, it seemed, said, 'I won't,' and fought for his dinner; and Gretchen scratched and bit right and left; and they quarrelled with each other. Their evil example had ruined all that was good in poor Greedy. He said the most unpleasant things. He found fault with every thing. He pitched into the others on all occasions, and boxed Roll-about's ears till the hair grew quite thin. Then he advised her to use 'bears' grease.' 'All the city young ladies did so,' he said; but what good was that, when the poor little thing could get none but her own,—or his, which, as you may suppose, he wasn't very likely to offer her!

Oh,' Mrs. Bear used to say to herself, 'if I only had Master Jack and Miss Gretchen here, wouldn't I give them a lesson?' And as Greedy, for all his fault-finding, had such a big appetite, that provisions were growing scarce, two or three bad children, needing to be eaten by way of example, would have been convenient. Every thing went wrong in the once happy home. The brothers and sisters were always sulking in corners, and complaining to each other in low growls of the way in which Greedy had treated them. Roll-about lost her plump sides, and grew thin. Snap was finding out the advantages of bad temper, and beginning to carry on like Greedy. At last Mrs. Bear declared she would stand it no longer.

You are grown up,' she said: 'go out and shift for yourself. As long as you were good and content, I was glad to have you here: now you only make my life miserable, and I can't endure it.' And she raised her large paw, and showed her teeth, for the first time in her life; and Greedy, with a snarl of fright, slunk away from the den.

"Out of her sight, however, his temper revived. He got into a great huff. 'Leave the den?' Of course he would, and very glad to see the last of it. So he went and chose a hole for himself to live in. It was quite close to the village,—a great deal too close for safety. But the silly creature had lost all his instinct by living with human beings, And whenever the bells ran: or any thing seemed to be going on, he would rush out to peep, and find what it was. I only wonder they didn't catch him long ago."

"Did they catch him, then?" asked Max.

"You shall hear. Only yesterday it was that a caravan with a band of music came into the village. Greedy heard the sounds, and it seemed as if he would go wild. He dodged among the bushes, and looked on as long as he could stand it, and then, seized with a desire to distinguish himself, out he came. The circus people couldn't believe their eyes when they saw him prancing after them, his head on one side, and taking steps like a dancing-master. Of course such a prize was not to be resisted. They lost no time; and, when I caught sight of them, poor Greedy had already a muzzle on his jaws and a rope round his neck. A boy was banging his sides with a stick, his tail was between his legs, and I must say," ended February, laughing heartily, "he didn't look particularly happy at being taken back into fashionable life after this manner."

"That's first-rate," cried Max, in fits of amusement.

"I'm so glad you liked it," replied February, much pleased. "Now I'11 trouble you for my thumb-nail and left ear-tip."

The can was brought, and Max carefully measured out what was wanted. February kissed Thekla's hand (the tip of his nose felt very cold), made a clumsy bow to both, and went away.

The children hugged each other. "If they're all like that," cried they, "how jolly it will be!"

Chapter III.

CHAPTER III.

LITTLE TOT.

FEBRUARY went by like a flash, or the children thought so. It was really a short month: but, besides, they were very busy; and work, you know, makes time fly. Thekla, who had just learned to spin, had a job on hand of which she was proud. It was no less than spinning and carding the wool for a bran-new suit of clothes which Max was to wear next year. Dyed brown, and woven by Mother Gretel the cunning weaver, they were to be something grand. As for Max, his work was wood-carving. Nearly all the German boys can carve; and he and Thekla thought the spoon over which he was so busy, and which had grape leaves and tendrils on the handle, most beautiful. It would go to the great Spring Fair, and fetch a large price, perhaps as much as a silver dollar. Altogether, they could hardly believe the calendar when it showed them a month had gone by, and that evening they must look for another visitor.

It was a dark night, and very cold. As they sat by the fire waiting, they could hear the frost cracking and snapping the tree-boughs. Now and then a crash like thunder came. It was a limb, overloaded with ice, breaking off, and fall- ing to the ground. And by and by, among the other noises, a strange, wild voice began to mingle, making them all more fearful. It was March, who, as he came through the forest, was talking to himself.

"Blow, blow!" he was saying. "I'm coming on to blow. Rock, rock! There'd better be no babies in my tree-tops. To and fro, to and fro, roots and trunks alike, and the very stones must laugh and roll if I choose to tickle them." And then he gave a loud thump at the door, and, without waiting answer, banged it open and marched in. He looked so big and fierce and stormy that Thekla shrank back, without daring to push forward a stool for him to sit upon; and even Max, who had pluck enough for ten boys, felt afraid.

"Won't you sit down, sir?" he said at last very meekly, and went to shut the door, which March had left open. Quite a little heap of dead leaves and snow had collected on the sill; and Thekla, who was a born housewife, ran to brush them up. March twirled round on his stool, and watched her proceedings with great scorn.

"Sweep!" he said in a voice like a big wind. You call that sweeping? You should see me when I get at it. I scoop up all the leaves in the world at once, and send them spinning. Whole snow-storms go into my dust-pan. Ho! ho!"

"But I am so little," replied Thelda, in her bird's voice; "and, beside, I have brushed up all there are."

"A11 there are? Nonsense," cried March; "but no matter. Am I, or am I not to tell a story? If not, let me know at once; for I have an engagement with a couple of hurricanes, and want to be off. A pretty business," he went on, glaring fiercely, "to sit here by this melting fire to amuse a couple of thieving brats, when I have so much to do. Ho! ho!"

"Oh!? whispered Thekla to Max, "let's give him his moments, and let him go: he makes me afraid."

"Not I," said Max, who was plucking up courage, "not if I know it!—Of course you are to tell a story," he continued aloud: "you promised, and you ought to be a Month of your word. Thekla, put away that broom. Now we're all ready, sir."

March scowled, but made no resistance. As Max had said, he was a Month of his word; and he began in a queer voice, which was now loud and then soft, now dying away to a murmur and then bellowing out again in a way that made you jump.

"Once upon a time, as I was driving across a prairie, I saw a house."

"I don't know what a prairie is," said Thekla, gently.

"I don't suppose you do," growled March: "that's one of the things you don't know, and there are a good many more of 'em. A prairie's a big field without any fences, and several thousand miles square. People live there,—some people do: I spend a good deal of time there myself. First-rate place for a promenade,—no corners to turn, plenty of room. As I said, I saw a house.

There was a snow-storm along with me. We had nine hundred billion horses, all white as wool; and we went fast. Killing pace. Horses kept dropping down dead, lay in heaps wherever we went; and we left 'em there. About four million dashed up against the house I was telling you about. They 'most covered it up, for it wasn't a big house. There were two little windows and a door. Windows had curtains; but one was slipped aside, and the fire looked out like a red eye. I didn't like that; so I put my eye to the other side, to see if I couldn't look him down.