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hair, but did not stir from the spot. From sheer embarrassment

he clutched the lieutenant's arm, and almost pinched it.



"Oh, I beg your pardon," the officer exclaimed, addressing the

auctioneer, as if he had suddenly been aroused from a fit of



abstraction; "I made the bid of one hundred dollars, or--or--at

any rate, I make it now."



The same performance, intended to force up the price, was

repeated once more, but with no avail, and at the end of two



minutes Lady Clare was knocked down to Lieutenant Thicker.

"Now I have gone and done it like the blooming idiot that I am,"



observed the lieutenant, when Lady Clare was led into his stable

by a liveried groom. "What an overhauling the captain will give



me when he gets home."

"You need have no fear," Erik replied. "I'll sound father as



soon as he gets home; and if he makes any trouble I'll pay you

that one hundred dollars, with interest, the day I come of age."



Well, the captain came home, and having long had the intention to

present his son with a saddle-horse, he allowed himself to be



cajoled into approving of the bargain. The mare was an exquisite

creature, if ever there was one, and he could well understand how



Erik had been carried away; Lieutenant Thicker, instead of being

hauled over the coals, as he had expected, received thanks for



his kind and generous conduct toward the son of his superior

officer. As for Erik himself, he had never had any idea that a



boy's life could be so glorious as his was now. Mounted on that

splendid, coal-black mare, he rode through the city and far out



into the country at his father's side; and never did it seem to

him that he had loved his father so well as he did during these



afternoon rides. The captain was far from suspecting that in

that episode of the purchase of Lady Clare his own relation to



his son had been at stake. Not that Erik would not have obeyed

his father, even if he had turned out his rough side and taken



the lieutenant to task for his kindness; but their relation would

in that case have lacked the warm intimacy (which in nowise



excludes obedience and respect) and that last touch of devoted

admiration which now bound them together.



That fine touch of sympathy in the captain's disposition which

had enabled him to smile indulgently at his son's enthusiasm for



the horse made the son doublyanxious not to abuse such kindness,

and to do everything in his power to deserve the confidence which



made his life so rich and happy. Though, as I have said, Captain

Carstens lacked the acuteness to discover how much he owed to



Lady Clare, he acknowledged himself in quite a different way her

debtor. He had never really been aware what a splendid specimen



of a boy his son was until he saw him on the back of that

spirited mare, which cut up with him like the Old Harry, and yet



never succeeded in flurrying, far less in unseating him. The

captain felt a glow of affectionwarming his breast at the sight



of this, and his pride in Erik's horsemanship proved a

consolation to him when the boy's less distinguishedperformances



at school caused him fret and worry.

"A boy so full of pluck must amount to something, even if he does



not take kindly to Latin," he reflected many a time. "I am

afraid I have made a mistake in having him prepared for college.



In the army now, and particularly in the cavalry, he would make a

reputation in twenty minutes."



And a cavalryman Erik might, perhaps, have become if his father

had not been transferred to another post, and compelled to take



up his residence in the country. It was nominally a promotion,

but Captain Carstens was ill pleased with it, and even had some



thought of resigning rather than give up his delightful city

life, and move far northward into the region of cod and herring.



However, he was too young a man to retire on a pension, as yet,

and so he gradually reconciled himself to the thought, and sailed



northward in the month of April with his son and his entire

household. It had long been a question whether Lady Clare should



make the journey with them; for Captain Carstens maintained that

so high-bred an animal would be very sensitive to climatic



changes and might even die on the way. Again, he argued that it

was an absurdity to bring so fine a horse into a rough country,



where the roads are poor and where nature, in mercy, provides all

beasts with rough, shaggy coats to protect them from the cold.



How would Lady Clare, with her glossy satin coat, her slender

legs that pirouetted so daintily over the ground, and her






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