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h and bade her farewell to the accompaniment of blows and broken furniture。
The last adventure of his life！ 。 。 。 Desnoyers suspected his abdication upon hearing him admit his age； for the first time。 He did not intend to return to the capital。 It was all false glitter。 Existence in the country； surrounded by all his family and doing good to the poor was the only sure thing。 And the terrible centaur expressed himself with the idyllic tenderness and firm virtue of seventy…five years； already insensible to temptation。
After his scene with Karl； he had increased the German's salary； trying as usual； to counteract the effects of his violent outbreaks with generosity。 That which he could not forget was his dependent's nobility； constantly making it the subject of new jests。 That glorious boast had brought to his mind the genealogical trees of the illustrious ancestry of his prize cattle。 The German was a pedigreed fellow； and thenceforth he called him by that nickname。
Seated on summer nights under the awning； he surveyed his family around him with a sort of patriarchal ecstasy。 In the evening hush could be heard the buzzing of insects and the croaking of the frogs。 From the distant ranches floated the songs of the peons as they prepared their suppers。 It was harvest time； and great bands of immigrants were encamped in the fields for the extra work。
Madariaga had known many of the hard old days of wars and violence。 Upon his arrival in South America； he had witnessed the last years of the tyranny of Rosas。 He loved to enumerate the different provincial and national revolutions in which he had taken part。 But all this had disappeared and would never return。 These were the times of peace； work and abundance。
〃Just think of it； Frenchy；〃 he said； driving away the mosquitoes with the puffs of his cigar。 〃I am Spanish； you French； Karl German； my daughters Argentinians； the cook Russian； his assistant Greek； the stable boy English； the kitchen servants Chinas （natives）； Galicians or Italians； and among the peons there are many castes and laws。 。 。 。 And yet we all live in peace。 In Europe； we would have probably been in a grand fight by this time； but here we are all friends。〃
He took much pleasure in listening to the music of the laborers laments from Italian songs to the accompaniment of the accordion； Spanish guitars and Creole choruses； wild voices chanting of love and death。
〃This is a regular Noah's ark；〃 exulted the vainglorious patriarch。
〃He means the tower of Babel；〃 thought Desnoyers to himself； 〃but it's all the same thing to the old man。〃
〃I believe；〃 he rambled on； 〃that we live thus because in this part of the world there are no kings and a very small armyand mankind is thinking only of enjoying itself as much as possible； thanks to its work。 But I also believe that we live so peacefully because there is such abundance that everyone gets his share。 。 。 。 How quickly we would spring to arms if the rations were less than the people！〃
Again he fell into reflective silence； shortly after announcing the result of his meditations。
〃Be that as it may be； we must recognize that here life is more tranquil than in the other world。 Men are taken for what they are worth； and mingle together without thinking whether they came from one country or another。 Over here； fellows do not come in droves to kill other fellows whom they do not know and whose only crime is that they were born in an unfriendly country。 。 。 。 Man is a bad beast everywhere； I know that； but here he eats； owns more land than he needs so that he can stretch himself； and he is good with the goodness of a well…fed dog。 Over there； there are too many； they live in heaps getting in each other's way； and easily run amuck。 Hurrah for Peace； Frenchy； and the simple life！ Where a man can live comfortably and runs no danger of being killed for things he doesn't understandthere is his real homeland！〃
And as though an echo of the rustic's reflections； Karl seated at the piano； began chanting in a low voice one of Beethoven's hymns
〃We sing the joy of life； We sing of liberty； We'll ne'er betray our fellow…man； Though great the guerdon be。〃
Peace！ 。 。 。 A few days afterward Desnoyers recalled bitterly the old man's illusion； for wardomestic warbroke loose in this idyllic stage…setting of ranch life。
〃Run； Senor Manager； the old Patron has unsheathed his knife and is going to kill the German！〃 And Desnoyers had hurried from his office； warned by the peon's summons。 Madariaga was chasing Karl； knife in hand； stumbling over everything that blocked his way。 Only his son…in…law dared to stop him and disarm him。
〃That shameless pedigreed fellow！〃 bellowed the livid old man as he writhed in Desnoyers' firm clutch。 〃Half famished； all he thinks he has to do is to come to my house and take away my daughters and dollars。 。 。 。 Let me go； I tell you！ Let me loose that I may kill him。〃
And in order to free himself from Desnoyers； he tried further to explain the difficulty。 He had accepted the Frenchman as a husband for his daughter because he was to his liking； modest； honest 。 。 。 and serious。 But this singing Pedigreed Fellow； with all his airs！ 。 。 。 He was a man that he had gotten from 。 。 。 well； he didn't wish to say just where！ And the Frenchman； though knowing perfectly well what his introduction to Karl had been； pretended not to understand him。
As the German had； by this time； made good his escape； the ranchman consented to being pushed toward his house； talking all the time about giving a beating to the Romantica and another to the China for not having informed him of the courtship。 He had surprised his daughter and the Gringo holding hands and exchanging kisses in a grove near the house。
〃He's after my dollars；〃 howled the irate father。 〃He wants America to enrich him quickly at the expense of the old Spaniard； and that is the reason for so much truckling； so much psalm…singing and so much nobility！ Imposter！ 。 。 。 Musician！〃
And he repeated the word 〃musician〃 with contempt； as though it were the sum and substance of everything vile。
Very firmly and with few words； Desnoyers brought the wrangling to an end。 While her brother…in…law protected her retreat； the Romantica； clinging to her mother； had taken refuge in the top of the house； sobbing and moaning； 〃Oh； the poor little fellow！ Everybody against him！〃 Her sister meanwhile was exerting all the powers of a discreet daughter with the rampageous old man in the office； and Desnoyers had gone in search of Karl。 Finding that he had not yet recovered from the shock of his terrible surprise； he gave him a horse； advising him to betake himself as quickly as possible to the nearest railway station。
Although the German was soon far from the ranch； he did not long remain alone。 In a few days； the Romantica followed him。 。 。 。 Iseult of the white hands went in search of Tristan； the knight。
This event did not cause Madariaga's desperation to break out as violently as his son…in…law had expected。 For the first time； he saw him weep。 His gay and robust old age had suddenly fallen from him； the news having clapped