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Nip-Cheeked Toney
by [?]

On no condition would she hear of seeing Sepper again; so the poor fellow had to trudge off to Stuttgard in a day or two, with a little white linen knapsack on his back, and a heavy, heavy load on his heart.

It was two weeks before Tony left the house, and then she kept her face well tied up. She walked out with a hoe on her shoulder to dig potatoes; and, strange to say, almost the first person she met was the gamekeeper.

“How are you, pretty Tony?” he asked, almost tenderly.

She could have sunk into the earth with shame, it seemed so strange for him to call her by name, and say “pretty” besides; and she felt more keenly than ever how much she was disfigured. As she sighed and said nothing, the gamekeeper went on:–“I have heard of what has happened: won’t you let me see it?”

She bashfully pushed the kerchief aside, and the gamekeeper involuntarily raised his hands to his own face and said, “It is horrid, it is inhuman, to act so to a sweet, good girl like you! There’s a fair specimen of your farmers’ brutality. Don’t be offended: I certainly didn’t mean you by it: but these people are often worse than wild beasts. But don’t be grieved about it.”

Of all this Tony only heard the sympathy of the gamekeeper, and said, “I’m dreadfully spoiled and mangled, a’n’t I?”

“I shouldn’t mind it,” said the gamekeeper: “if you had but one cheek you would please me better than all the girls between Nordstetten and Paris.”

“It isn’t right to tease one so,” said Tony, smiling sadly.

“I am not teasing you,” said the gamekeeper; and, taking her hand, he continued, “Oh, if you would say the word, how glad I should be to marry you!”

“That is talking sinfully,” said Tony.

“I don’t see any sin in our getting married,” returned the gamekeeper.

“If you want to be good friends with me, don’t say another word about it,” said Tony, taking her way across the field.

The gamekeeper was content, for the present, to be “good friends,” and made the most of it; for he came to Nordstetten almost regularly twice or three times a week. He managed to start some business-negotiations with the Poodlehead, Tony’s father, about cordwood; and this always gave him an opportunity of talking with Tony. He said nothing more about marrying, but anybody but a fool could see that he alluded to it all the time. He had much trouble with Babbett, whose influence upon Tony was of the greatest consequence. At first he tried good humor and fun, but Babbett never would understand his jokes: she did nothing but talk about Sepper as long as the gamekeeper was within hearing.

A lucky occurrence gave the latter a great advantage. Tony had a rich cousin in Muehringen, who was to be married shortly: the dance was to last three days; and Tony was invited. The gamekeeper’s sister soon made friends with her, and the two girls rambled over the fields together and kept near each other at the dance. Tony now appeared for the first time with an uncovered face; and it might almost be said that the bite had improved her looks. Some wild and superstitious people purposely mangle what is perfectly beautiful, so that the “evil look” may have no power over it, and by way of appeasing the devil, who can suffer nothing perfect to exist. Whether the “beauty-spots” cultivated by the damsels of our day were originally derived from this superstition I cannot tell. At all events, the bite on Tony’s cheek was just enough to give the spirit of envy a little “but” to hang on the end of an acknowledgment of her comeliness.

The gamekeeper always kept near Tony while the dance was going on; and in the evening he treated her to something that no peasant-girl of all Nordstetten had ever enjoyed. The old baron, a stout and well-fed personage, though very parsimonious, and unmerciful in hunting down every poor farmer who took an armful of dry sticks out of the wood, was very ambitious for the prosperity of a little private theatre which he maintained at the manor-house, and to which he used to invite the grand folks of the neighborhood. The gamekeeper was permitted to bring Tony to see the theatricals.