The herald., 1893-01-20
AN ANGRY INSPECTOR.
Mrs. Helen Hunts Experience in a DI assum
in Copenhagen.

in Copenhagen.
One of the sights Of Copenhagen is the
Rosenberg castle collection, officially
known as the Chronological Collection
of the Kings of Denmark" When Mrs.
Helen Hunt went to see 1t she bought d
"full ticket" SO as to insure the entire
attention of the museum inspector He
was handsome man, fifty years old or
more, and when he began to speak Eng
lish the visitors delight was unbounded.
What an afternoon she should havel
81 am sorry" she said,. "that we have so
short time in which to see these beau
tiful and interesting collections. Two
hours is nothing!' "Oh, l shall explain
to you everything" he said, and he pro-
ceeded to throw open the doors of mys-
terious wall closets. Says Mrs. Hunt:
The first thing he pointed out to me
was the famous Oldenborg horn, said to
have been given to Count Otto of Olden-
borg by mountain nymph in forest
one day in the year 900. AS he pointed
to it opened my catalogue to find the
place where it was mentioned, that /
might make on the margin some notes
of points that wished to recollect. I
might have been looking at it for per-
haps half minute when laundering
from the mouth of my splendid Dane
came:
'Do you prefer that you read it in the
catalogue than that tell your
am not sure, but my impression is
actually jumped at his tone. l know
was frightened. l explained to him
that was not looking for it in the cata-
logue to read then and there, but only
to associate what I saw with its place
and with the illustrations in the cata-
logue, and to make notes for future use.
He hardly heard word said. Putting
out his hand and waving my poor cata-
logue away, he said:
sit is all there. You shall find every
thing there as tell you. Will you lis
temp
Quite cowed, tried to listen, but l
found that without my marginal notes
should remember nothing. opened
my catalogue again. The very sight of
it seemed to act upon him like scarlet
flag on q bull.
Instantly he burst out upon me again.
In vain tried to stem the tide of his
angry words, and the angrier he got the
less intelligible became his English.
"Perhaps you take me for servant in
this museum" he said. perhaps my
name is as good in my country as yours
is in your own!''
"Oh, do--do listen to me one minute!"
l said. "If you will only hear me
think can make you understand. do
implore you not to be angry"
II am not angry. have listened to
you every time-too many times. have
not time 10 listen any more"
This he said so angrily that l felt the
tears coming into my eyes. l was in de-
spair. | turned to Harriet and said
every well, Harriet, we will 60"
"You shall not gor' he exclaimed.
"Twenty years | have shown this NIL
scum and never yet was any one before
dissatisfied with what l tell them. |
have myself written this catalogue you
carry. Now will nothing say, and you
can ask if you wish should dexplain any
thing"
He folded his arms and stepped back,
the very image of splendid man in II
sulk. hesitated what to do, but at last
gulped down my wounded feelings and
went on looking and making notes.
Presently he began to cool down, to
see his mistake. In less than half an hour
he had ceased to DO hostile, and before
the end of the hour he had become friend
ly, and more. He seized both my hands
in his, exclaiming:
"We shall be good friends-good! You
must come again to Rosenberg; You
must see it all. will myself show you
every room. No matter who sends to
come in, they shall not be admitted.
go alone with you."N