Debit and Credit: Translated from the German of Gustav FreytagFreytag, Gustav
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Debit and Credit: Translated from the German of Gustav Freytag
Freytag, Gustav
German fiction -- Translations into English; Mercantile system -- Germany -- Fiction; Social classes -- Germany -- Fiction
Fortunately, however, for our hero, his business prevented him losing
his independence among his new allies. The town was indeed devastated;
the wild uproar was over; but all peaceful activity seemed exhausted
too. The necessaries of life were dear, and work scarce. Many who once
wore boots went barefoot now. He who could formerly have bought a new
coat, now contented himself with having the old one mended; the
shoemaker and tailor breakfasted on water-gruel instead of coffee; the
shopkeeper was unable to pay his debts to the merchant, and the merchant
unable to discharge his obligations to other firms. He who had to
recover money from men thus depressed had a hard task indeed, as Anton
soon found out. On every side he heard lamentations which were but too
well founded; and frequently every species of artifice was employed to
evade his claims. Every day he had to go through painful scenes, often
to listen to long legal proceedings carried on in Polish, out of which
he generally came with an impression of having been "_done_," though the
agent played the part of interpreter. It was a strange commercial drama
in which Anton had now to take a share. Men from every portion of Europe
were here, and trade had many peculiarities, which to German eyes seemed
irregular and insecure. Nevertheless, habits of duty exercise so great
an influence even over weaker natures, that Anton's perseverance more
than once won the day.
The greatest claim that his house had was upon a Mr. Wendel, a dry
little man, who had done a great deal of business on every side. People
said that he had become rich by smuggling, and was now in great danger
of failing. He had received the principal himself with something of
contumely, and had at first comported himself toward his young deputy
like a man distracted. Anton had again spent an hour in reasoning with
him, and, in spite of all the latter's twistings and turnings, had
remained firm to his point. At length Wendel broke out, "Enough; I am a
ruined man, but you deserve to get your money. Your house has always
dealt generously by me. You shall be reimbursed. Send your agent to me
again in the course of the day, and come to me early to-morrow morning."
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