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Red Room, The

<h2>CHAPTER XXII</h2> <h3>HARD TIMES</h3> To Sell�n also the autumn had brought great changes. His powerful patron had died, and all memory of him was to be blotted out; even the memories of his kind actions were not to survive him. That Sell�n's stipend was stopped went without saying, especially as the artist could not bring himself to petition for its continuance. He did not believe that he required further assistance, after having been given a helping hand once, and, moreover, there were so many younger members of his profession in greater need of it. But he was made to realize that not only was the sun extinguished but that the smaller planets, too, suffered from total eclipse. He had worked strenuously during the summer and had made great progress in his art, but nevertheless the president declared that it had deteriorated, and that his success in the spring had been nothing more than a stroke of luck; the professor of landscape-painting had told him as a friend that he would never be a great artist, and the academician had seized the opportunity to rehabilitate himself, and clung to his first opinion. In addition to this the public taste in pictures had changed; the ignorant wealthy handful of people who were in the habit of buying pictures and therefore set the fashion, did not want landscapes, but portraits of the watering-places and summer resorts they knew; and it was difficult to sell even these; the only demand was for sentimental genre-pictures and half-nude figures. Therefore Sell�n had fallen on evil days, for he could not bring himself to paint against his better[240] judgment. He was now renting a former photographic studio on the top of a house in Government Street. The accommodation consisted of the studio itself, with its rotten floor and leaking roof—the latter defect was not felt at present, for it was winter and the roof was covered with snow—and the old dark-room which smelt of collodium, and for this reason could only be used as a wood-or coal-shed, when circumstances permitted the purchase of fuel. The only piece of furniture was a wooden garden seat, studded with protruding nails. It was so short that a man using it as a bed—and it was always used as a bed when the owner, or rather the borrower, spent the night at home—had either to draw his knees up to his chin, or allow his legs to dangle over the side. The bedding consisted of half a rug—the other half was at the pawnbroker's—and a leather case, stuffed to bursting-point with studies and sketches. In the dark-room was a water tap and a basin with a waste pipe—the only substitute for a dressing-table. On a cold afternoon, a short time before Christmas, Sell�n was standing before his easel, painting for the third time a new picture on an old canvas. He had just risen from his hard bed; no servant had come in to light his fire—partly because he had no servant, and partly because he had nothing with which to make a fire—no servant had brushed his clothes or brought his coffee. And yet he was standing before his easel whistling merrily, engaged in painting a brilliant sunset, when there came four knocks at the door. Sell�n opened without hesitation and admitted Olle Montanus, very plainly and very lightly clad, without an overcoat. "Good morning, Olle! How are you? Did you sleep well?" "Thanks." "How's the cash-box?" "Oh! Bad!" "And the notes?" "There are so few in circulation." [241] "I see! They won't issue any more? And the valuables?" "There aren't any." "Do you think it's going to be a hard winter?" "I saw a great many chatterers this morning; that means a hard winter." "You took a morning stroll?" "I've walked about all night, after leaving the Red Room at midnight." "You were at the Red Room last night?" "Yes; and I made two new acquaintances: Dr. Borg and a man called Levin." "Oh! Those rascals! I know them! Why didn't you spend the night with them?" "They turned up their noses at me because I had no overcoat, and I felt ashamed. But I am worn out; I'll rest for a few moments on your sofa! I've walked through the whole town and round half of it; I must try and get work to-day at a stone-mason's or I shall starve." "Is it true that you are a member of the Workmen's Union 'Star of the North'?" "Quite true; I'm going to lecture there on Sunday next, on Sweden." "A good subject! Plenty to say!" "If I should fall asleep on your sofa, don't waken me; I'm dead-beat." "All right, old chap! Go to sleep!" A few moments later Olle was fast asleep and snoring loudly. His head was hanging over one of the side-railings which supported his thick neck, and his legs over the other. "Poor devil!" muttered Sell�n, covering him up with his rug. There was another knock, but as it was unfamiliar Sell�n judged it wise to take no notice of it; thereupon the clamour became so furious that it dissipated his apprehensions and he opened the door to Dr. Borg and Levin. Borg was the first to speak. "Is Falk here?" [242] "No!" "Who is that sack of wood over there?" continued Borg, pointing at Olle with his snow-boot. "Olle Montanus." "Oh! That extraordinary fellow who was with Falk last night! Is he asleep?" "Yes." "Did he spend the night here?" "Yes." "Why haven't you a fire? It's beastly cold." "Because I have no wood." "Send for some then! Where's the servant? I'll make her trot." "Gone to early service." "Wake up that sleeping ox over there and send him!" "No, let him sleep," objected Sell�n, covering up Olle, who was still snoring loudly. "Then I must show you another way. What's the floor-packing? Earth or rubbish?" "I don't understand these matters," replied Sell�n, carefully stepping on some sheets of cardboard which were lying on the floor. "Have you got another piece of cardboard?" "What are you driving at?" asked Sell�n, colouring up to the roots of his hair. "I want it, and a pair of fire-tongs." Sell�n gave him the required articles, took his sketching stool and sat down on the pieces of cardboard as if he were guarding a treasure. Borg took off his coat, and with the help of the fire-tongs loosened a board in the floor, rotted by rain and acids. "Confound you! What are you doing?" exclaimed Sell�n. "I used to do this in my college days at Upsala," said Borg. "But you can't do that sort of thing at Stockholm!" "Hang it all, I'm cold! I must have a fire." [243] "But there's no necessity to break up the floor in the middle of the room! It shows too much!" "What does that matter to me! I don't live here. But this is too hard." Meanwhile he had approached Sell�n, and all of a sudden he pushed him and the stool over; in falling the artist dragged the pieces of cardboard with him, exposing the bare floor-packing underneath. "Miscreant! To have a perfect timber-yard and not to say a word about it!" "The rain's done it!" "I don't care who's done it! Let's light a fire!" He wrenched off a few pieces of wood with his strong hands and soon a fire was blazing in the grate. Levin had watched the scene, quiet, neutral, and polite. Borg sat down before the fire and made the tongs red-hot. Again there was a knock: three short raps and a longer one. "That's Falk," said Sell�n, opening the door. Falk entered, looking a little hectic. "Do you want money?" said Borg to the newcomer, laying his hand on his breast-pocket. "What a question to ask," said Falk, looking at him doubtfully. "How much do you want? I can let you have it." "Are you serious?" asked Falk, and his face cleared. "Serious? Hm! How much? The figure! The amount!" "I could do with, say, sixty crowns." "Good Lord, how modest you are," remarked Borg, and turned to Levin. "Yes, it is very little," said the latter. "Take as much as you can get Falk while the purse is open." "I'd rather not! Sixty crowns is all I want, and I can't afford to take up a bigger loan. But how is it to be paid back?" "Twelve crowns every sixth month, twenty-four crowns per annum, in two instalments," said Levin promptly and firmly.[244] "Those are easy terms," replied Falk. "Where do you get money on those terms?" "From the Wheelwrights' Bank. Give me paper and a pen, Levin!" Quick as lightning Levin produced a promissory note, a pen, and a pocket inkstand. The note had already been filled up by the others. When Falk saw the figure eight hundred he hesitated for a moment. "Eight hundred crowns?" he asked. "You can have more if you are not satisfied." "No, I won't; it's all the same who takes the money as long as it is paid up all right. But can you raise money on a bill of this sort, without security?" "Without security? You are forgetting that we are guaranteeing it," replied Levin, with contemptuous familiarity. "I don't want to depreciate it," observed Falk. "I'm grateful for your guarantees, but I don't believe that the bill will be accepted." "Oh, won't it! It's accepted already," said Borg, bringing out a bill of acceptance, as he called it. "Go on, Falk, sign!" Falk signed his name. Borg and Levin were watching him, looking over his shoulders like policemen. "Assessor," dictated Borg. "No, I'm a journalist," objected Falk. "That's no good; you are registered as assessor, and as such you still figure in the directory." "Did you look it up?" "One should be correct in matters of form," said Borg gravely. Falk signed. "Come here, Sell�n, and witness," commanded Borg. "I don't know whether I ought to," replied Sell�n, "I've seen at home, in the country, so much misery arising from such signatures...." "You are not in the country now, and you are not dealing with peasants. There's no reason why you shouldn't witness that Falk's signature is genuine." [245] Sell�n signed, shaking his head. "And now rouse that draught-ox over there and make him, too, witness the signature." When all shaking was in vain Borg took the tongs, which were now red-hot, and held them under the sleeper's nostrils. "Wake up, you dog, and you shall have something to eat!" Olle jumped up and rubbed his eyes. "You are to witness Falk's signature. Do you understand?" Olle took the pen and wrote his name in obedience to the two guarantors' dictation. When he had done so, he turned to the bench to lie down again but Borg prevented him. "Wait a minute," he said, "Falk must first sign a counter-guarantee." "Don't do it, Falk," said Olle; "it'll end badly, there'll be trouble." "Silence, you dog," bellowed Borg. "Come here, Falk! We've just guaranteed your bill, as you know; all we want now from you is a counter-guarantee in place of Struve's, against whom an action has been brought." "What do you mean by a counter-guarantee?" "It's only a matter of form; the loan was for eight hundred crowns on the Painters' Bank; the first payment has been made, but now that Struve has been proceeded against, we must find a substitute. It's a safe old loan and there are no risks; the money was due a year ago." Falk signed and the other two witnessed. Borg carefully folded the bills and gave them to Levin who immediately turned to go. "I'll give you an hour," said Borg. "If you are not back with the money by then, I'll set the police on your track." And satisfied with his morning's work, he stretched himself out on the seat on which Olle had been lying.[246] The latter staggered to the fire, lay down on the floor and curled himself up like a dog. For a little while nobody spoke. "I say, Olle," said Sell�n presently, breaking the silence, "supposing we signed a bill of this sort...." "You would be sent to Rind�," said Borg. "What is Rind�?" asked Sell�n. "A convict prison in the Skerries; but in case the gentlemen should prefer the Lake of M�lar, there's a prison there called Longholm." "But seriously," said Falk, "what happens if one can't pay on the day when the money falls due?" "One takes up a fresh loan at the Tailors' Bank, for instance," replied Borg. "Why don't you go to the Imperial Bank?" questioned Falk. "Because it's rotten!" answered Borg. "Can you make head or tail out of all this?" said Sell�n to Olle. "I don't understand a word of it," answered the latter. "You will, when you are members of the Academy, and your names appear in the Directory." [247] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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