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  lightedstreets,withadelicioussenseofsnugnessandsecurity,beingallthemorecloselyunitedfortheirquarrel。Here,fartheruptheavenue,theyhadoncebeentoaparty,andhehaddancedforthefirsttimeinhislifewithEdith。HerewasDelmonico’s,wheretheyhadhadsuchfascinatingluncheonstogether;whereshehadgotastainonherdress,andhehadbeenforcedtoobservethatherdresswasthennotreallyapartofherself,sinceitwasathingthatcouldnotbestained。Herdresshadalwaysseemedtohimassomethingabsoluteandfinal,exaltedabovecriticism,incapableofimprovement。

  AsIhavesaid,Halfdanwalkedbrisklyuptheavenue,anditwassomethingafterelevenwhenhereachedthehousewhichhesought。Thegreatcloud—bankinthenorthhadthenbeguntoexpandandstretcheditslongmistyarmseastwardandwestwardovertheheavens。Thewindowsontheground—floorweredark,butthesleepingapartmentsintheupperstorieswerelighted。InEdith’sroomtheinsideshutterswereclosed,butoneofthewindowswasalittledownatthetop。Andashestoodgazingwithtremuloushappinessuptothatwindow,astanzafromHeinewhichheandEdithhadoftenreadtogether,cameintohishead。ItwasthestoryoftheyouthwhogoestotheMadonnaatKevlarandbringsherasavotiveofferingaheartofwax,thatshemayhealhimofhisloveandhissorrow。

  \"Ibringthiswaxenimage,Theimageofmyheart,Healthoumybittersorrow,Andcuremydeadlysmart!\"[4]

  [4]Translation,from\"Exotics。ByJ。F。C。&C。L。\"

  Thencamethethoughtthatforhim,too,asforthepooryouthofCologne,therewashealingonlyindeath。AndstillinthismomenthewassonearEdith,shouldseeherperhaps,andthejoyatthiswasstrongerthanallelse,strongereventhandeath。Sohesatdownbesidethestepsofthemansionopposite,wheretherewassomeshelterfromthewind,andwaitedpatientlytillEdithshouldcloseherwin—

  dow。Hewascold,perhaps,but,ifso,hehardlyknewit,forthenearjoyofseeingherthrobbedwarmlyinhisveins。Ah,there——theblindswerethrownopen;Edith,inallthelithemagnificenceofherwonderfulform,stoodoutclearandbeautifulagainstthelightwithin;shepushedupthelowerwindowinordertoreachtheupperone,andforamomentleanedoutoverthesill。Oncemoreherwondrousprofiletraceditselfinstrongreliefagainsttheoutergloom。Therecameacryfromthestreetbelow,afeebleinvoluntaryone,butstilldistinctlyaudible。Edithpeeredanxiouslyoutintothedarkness,butthedarknesshadgrowndenserandshecouldseenothing。Thewindowwasfastened,theshuttersclosed,andthebroadpathwayoflightwhichshehadflungoutuponthenighthadvanished。

  Halfdanclosedhiseyestryingtoretainthehappyvision。Yes,thereshestoodstill,andtherewasaheavenlysmileuponherlips——ugh,heshivered——thesnowsweptinawildwhirlupthestreet。Hewrappedhisplaidmorecloselyabouthim,andstrainedhiseyestocatchonemoreglimpseofthebelovedEdith。Ah,yes;

  thereshewasagain;shecamenearerandnearer,andshetouchedhischeek,gently,warilysmilingallthewhilewithastrangewistfulsmilewhichwassurelynotEdith’s。There,shebentoverhim,——touchedhimagain,——howcoldherhandswere;thetouchchilledhimtotheheart。

  Thesnowhadnowbeguntofallinlargescatteredflakes,whirlingfitfullythroughtheair,followingeverychancegustofwind,butstillfalling,falling,andcoveringtheearthwithitswhite,death—likeshroud。

  Butsurely——therewasEdithagain,——howwonderful!——inalongsnow—whiterobe,graveandgracious,stillwiththewistfulsmileonherlips。See,shebeckonstohimwithherhand,andherisestofollow,butsomethingheavyclingstohisfeetandhecannotstirfromthespot。Hetriestocryforhelp,buthecannot,——

  canonlystretchouthishandstoher,andfeelveryunhappythathecannotfollowher。Butnowshepausesinherflight,turnsabout,andheseesthatshewearsamyrtlegarlandinherhairlikeabride。Shecomestowardhim,hercountenanceallradiantwithloveandhappiness,andshestoopsdownoverhimandspeaks:

  \"Come;theyarewaitingforus。Iwillfollowtheeinlifeandindeath,whereverthougoest。Come,\"repeatsEdith,\"theyhavelongbeenwaiting。Theyareallhere。\"

  Andheimaginesheknowswhotheyallare,althoughhehasneverheardofthem,norcanherecalltheirnames。

  \"But——but,\"hestammers,\"I——I——amaforeigner\"

  Itappearedthenthatforsomereasonthiswasaninsurmountableobjection。AndEdith’shappinessdiesoutofherbeautifulface,andsheturnsawayweeping。

  \"Edith,beloved!\"

  Thensheisoncemoreathisside。

  \"Thouartnomoreaforeignertome,beloved。

  Whateverthouart,Iam。\"

  Andshepressesherlipstohis——itwasthesweetestkissofhislife——thekissofdeath。

  Thenextmorning,asEdith,afterhavingputthelasttouchtohertoilet,threwtheshuttersopen,agreatglareofsun—smittensnowburstuponherandforamomentblindedhereyes。

  Onthesidewalkopposite,halfadozenmenwithsnow—shovelsintheirhandsandacoupleofpolicemanhadcongregated,and,judgingbytheirmanner,werediscussingsomeobjectofinterest。Presentlytheywerejoinedbyherfather,whohadjustfinishedhisbreakfastandwasonhiswaytotheoffice。Nowhestoopeddownandgazedatsomethinghalfconcealedinthesnow,thensuddenlystartedback,andasshecaughtaglimpseofhisface,shesawthatitwasghastlywhite。Aterribleforebodingseizedher。Shethrewashawlabouthershouldersandrusheddown—stairs。Inthehallshewasmetbyherfather,whowasjustentering,followedbyfourmen,carryingsomethingbetweenthem。Shewellknewwhatitwas。Shewouldfainhaveturnedaway,butshecouldnot:

  graspingherfather’sarmandpressingithard,shegazedwithblank,frightenedeyesatthewhiteface,thelinesofwhichDeathhadsostrangelyemphasized。Thesnow—flakeswhichhunginhishairhadtouchedhimwiththeirsuddenage,asiftobridgethegulfbetweenyouthanddeath。Andstillhewasbeautiful——theclearbrow,thepeaceful,happyindolence,thefrozensmilewhichdeathhadperpetuated。

  Smiling,hehaddepartedfromtheearthwhichhadnoplaceforhim,andsmilingenteredtherealmwhere,amongthemanymansions,thereis,perhaps,alsooneforagentle,simple—heartedenthusiast。

  THESTORYOFANOUTCAST。

  THEREwasanancientfeudbetweenthefamilies;andBjarneBlakstadwasnotthemantomakeitup,neitherwasHedinUllern。Sotheylookedaskanceateachotherwhenevertheymetonthehighway,andtheonetookcarenottocrosstheother’spath。ButonSundays,whenthechurch—

  bellscalledtheparishionerstogether,theycouldnotverywellavoidseeingeachotheronthechurch—yard;andthen,oneday,manyyearsago,whenthesermonhadhappenedtotouchBjarne’sheart,hehadnoddedtoHedinandsaid:\"Fineweatherto—day;\"andHedinhadreturnedthenodandanswered:\"Trueisthat。\"

  \"NowIhavedonemydutybeforeGodandmen,\"thoughtBjarne,\"anditishisturntotakethenextstep。\"\"Thefellowisproud,\"

  saidHedintohimself,\"andhewantstoshowoffhisgenerosity。ButIknowthewolfbyhisskin,evenifhehaslearnedtobleatlikeaewe—lamb。\"

  Whatthefeudreallywasabout,theyhadbothnearlyforgotten。Alltheyknewwasthatsomethirtyyearsagotherehadbeenaquarrelbetweenthepastorandtheparishabouttherightofcarryingarmstothechurch。AndthenBjarne’sfatherhadbeenthespokesmanoftheparish,whileHedin’sgrandsirehadbeenastaunchdefenderofthepastor。Therewasarumor,too,thattheyhadhadafierceencountersomewhereinthewoods,andthattheonehadstabbedtheotherwithaknife;butwhetherthatwasreallytrue,noonecouldtell。

  Bjarnewastallandgrave,liketheweather—

  beatenfir—treesinhismast—forest。Hehadalargeclean—shavenface,narrowlips,andsmallfierceeyes。Heseldomlaughed,andwhenhedid,hislaughseemedevenfiercerthanhisfrown。Heworehishairlong,ashisfathershaddone,anddressedinthestylesoftwocenturiesago;hisbreecheswereclaspedwithlargesilverbucklesattheknees,andhisredjerkinwasgatheredabouthiswaistwithaleatherngirdle。Helovedeverythingthatwasold,indressaswellasinmanners,tooknonewspapers,andregardedrailroadsandsteamboatsasinventionsofthedevil。Bjarnehadmarriedlateinlife,andhismarriagehadbroughthimtwodaughters,BritaandGrimhild。

  HedinUllernwaslookeduponasanupstart。

  Hecouldonlycountthreegenerationsback,andhehardlyknewhimselfhowhisgrandfatherhadearnedthemoneythathadenabledhimtobuyafarmandsettledowninthevalley。Hehadreadagreatdeal,andwaswellinformedonthepoliticsoftheday;hisnamehadevenbeenmentionedforstorthingsmand,ormemberofparliamentfromthedistrict,anditwasthecommonopinion,thatifBjarneBlakstadhadnotsovigorouslyopposedhim,hewouldhavebeenelected,beingtheonly\"cultivated\"peasantinthevalley。Hedinwasnounwelcomeguestinthehousesofgentlefolks,andhewasoftenseenatthejudge’sandthepastor’somberparties。AndforallthisBjarneBlakstadonlyhatedhimthemore。Hedin’swife,Thorgerda,wasfair—haired,tallandstout,anditwasshewhomanagedthefarm,whileherhusbandreadhisbooks,andstudiedpoliticsinthenewspapers;butshehadasharptongueandherneighborswereafraidofher。Theyhadoneson,whosenamewasHalvard。

  BritaBlakstad,Bjarne’seldestdaughter,wasamaidwhomitwasajoytolookupon。Theycalledher\"Glitter—Brita,\"becauseshewasfondofringsandbrooches,andeverythingthatwasbright;whileshewasstillachild,sheoncetooktheoldfamilybridal—crownoutfromthestorehouseandcarrieditaboutonherhead。

  \"Bewareofthatcrown,child,\"herfatherhadsaidtoher,\"andwearitnotbeforethetime。

  Thereisnotalwaysblessinginthebridalsilver。\"Andshelookedwonderinglyupintohiseyesandanswered:\"Butitglitters,father;\"andfromthattimeforththeyhadnamedherGlitter—Brita。

  AndGlitter—Britagrewuptobeafairandwinsomemaiden,andwherevershewentthewooersflockedonherpath。Bjarneshookhisheadather,andoftenhadharshwordsuponhislips,whenhesawherbraidingfield—

  flowersintoheryellowtressesorclaspingtheshiningbroochestoherbodice;butalookofhersorasmilewouldcompletelydisarmhim。Shehadamerrywayofdoingthingswhichmadeitallseemlikeplay;butworkwentrapidlyfromherhands,whileherringinglaughterechoedthroughthehouse,andhersunnypresencemadeitbrightintheduskyancestralhalls。Inherkitchenthelongrowsofcopperpotsandpolishedkettlesshoneuponthewalls,andtheneatlyscouredmilk—pailsstoodlikesoldiersonparadeabouttheshelvesundertheceiling。Bjarnewouldoftensitforhourswatchingher,andastrangespring—feelingwouldstealintohisheart。Hefeltafather’sprideinherstatelygrowthandherrichwomanlybeauty。

  \"Ah!\"hewouldsaytohimself,\"shehasthepurebloodinherveinsand,astrueasIlive,thefarmshallbehers。\"Andthen,quitecontrarytohishabits,hewouldindulgeinalittlereverie,imaginingthetimewhenhe,asanagedman,shouldhavegiventheestateoverintoherhands,andseeingherasaworthymatronpresideatthetable,andhimselfrockinghisgrandchildrenonhisknee。Nowonder,then,thatheeyedcloselytheyoungladswhowerebeginningtohoveraboutthehouse,andthathelookedwithsuspicionuponthosewhoselectedSaturdaynightsfortheirvisits。[5]

  WhenBritawastwentyyearsold,however,herfatherthoughtthatitwastimeforhertomakeherchoice。Thereweremanyfine,braveladsinthevalley,and,asBjarnethought,Britawouldhavethegoodsensetochoosethefinestandthebravest。So,whenthewintercame,hesuddenlyflunghisdoorsopentotheyouthoftheparish,andbegantogivepartieswithaleandmeadinthegrandoldstyle。Heeventalkedwiththeyoungmen,attimes,encouragedthemtomanlysports,andurgedthemtotasteofhishome—breweddrinksandtotreadthespring—dancebriskly。AndBritadancedandlaughedsothatherhairflewaroundherandthesilverbroochestinkledandrangonherbosom。Butwhenthemerrimentwasatanend,andanyoneoftheladsremainedbehindtoofferherhishand,shesuddenlygrewgrave,toldhimshewastooyoung,thatshedidnotknowherself,andthatshehadhadnotimeasyettodecidesoseriousaquestion。Thusthewinterpassedandthesummerdrewnear。

  [5]InthecountrydistrictsofNorwaySaturdayeveningisregardedas\"thewooer’seve。\"

  InthemiddleofJune,Britawenttothesaeter[6]

  withthecattle;andhersister,Grimhild,remainedathometokeephouseonthefarm。Shelovedthelifeinthemountains;thegreatsolitudesometimesmadeherfeelsad,butitwasnotanunpleasantsadness,itwasratheragentletoningdownofalltheshrillandnoisyfeelingsofthesoul。Upthere,intheheartoftheprimevalforest,herwholebeingseemedtoherselfasymphonyofmelodiouswhisperswithavaguedelicioussenseofremotenessandmysteryinthem,whichsheonlyfeltanddidnotattempttoexplain。There,thoseweirdlegendswhich,informerdays,stillheldtheirswayinthefancyofeveryNorsewoman,breathedtheirsecretsintoherear,andshefelthernearnessandkinshiptonature,asatnoothertime。

  [6]ThesaeterisaplaceinthemountainswheretheNorwegianpeasantsspendtheirsummerspasturingtheircattle。

  Everylargefarmhasitsownsaeter,consistingofoneormorechalets,hedgedinbyafenceofstoneorplanks。

  Onenight,asthesunwaslow,andapurplebluishsmokehunglikeathinveiloverthetopsoftheforest,Britahadtakenoutherknittingandseatedherselfonalargemoss—grownstone,onthecroft。Hereyeswanderedoverthebroadvalleywhichwasstretchedoutbelow,andshecouldseetheredroofsoftheBlakstadmansionpeepingforthbetweenthefir—trees。Andshewonderedwhattheyweredoingdownthere,whetherGrimhildhaddonemilking,andwhetherherfatherhadreturnedfromtheford,whereitwashishabitatthishourtoridewiththefootmentowaterthehorses。Asshesatthuswondering,shewasstartledbyacreakinginthedrybrancheshardby,andliftinghereye,shesawatall,ratherclumsilybuilt,youngmanemergingfromthethicket。Hehadabroadbutlowforehead,flaxenhairwhichhungdownoverapairofdullox—likeeyes;hismouthwasratherlargeand,asitwashalfopen,displayedtwomassiverowsofshiningwhiteteeth。Hisredpeakedcaphungonthebackofhisheadand,althoughitwassummer,histhickwadmalvestwasbuttonedcloseuptohisthroat;overhisrightarmhehadflunghisjacket,andinhishandheheldabridle。

  \"Goodevening,\"saidBrita,\"andthanksforlastmeeting;\"althoughshewasnotsurethatshehadeverseenhimbefore。

  \"Itwasthatbaymare,youknow,\"stammeredthemaninahalfapologetictone,andshookthebridle,asifinfurtherexplanation。

  \"Ah,youhavelostyourmare,\"saidthegirl,andshecouldnothelpsmilingathishelplessnessandhisawkwardmanner。

  \"Yes,itwasthebaymare,\"answeredhe,inthesamediffidenttone;then,encouragedbyhersmile,hestraightenedhimselfalittleandcontinuedrathermorefluently:\"Sheneverwasquiterightsincethetimethewolveswereafterher。Andthensincetheytookthecoltawayfromherthemilkhasbeentroublingher,andshehasn’tbeenquitelikeherself。\"

  \"Ihaven’tseenheranywherehereabouts,\"

  saidBrita;\"youmayhavetowanderfar,beforeyougetonthetrackofher。\"

  \"Yes,thatisverylikely。AndIamtiredalready。\"

  \"Won’tyousitdownandrestyourself?\"

  Hedeliberatelyseatedhimselfinthegrass,andgraduallygainedcouragetolookherstraightintheface;andhisdulleyeremainedsteadfastlyfixedonherinawaywhichbespokeunfeignedsurpriseandadmiration。Slowlyhismouthbroadenedintoasmile;buthissmilehadmoreofsadnessthanofjoyinit。Shehad,fromthemomentshesawhim,beenpossessedofastrangelypatronizingfeelingtowardhim。

  Shecouldnotbuttreathimasifhehadbeenagirlorsomepersoninferiortoherinstation。

  Inspiteofhislargebody,theimpressionhemadeuponherwasthatofweakness;butshelikedthesincerityandkindnesswhichexpressedthemselvesinhissadsmileandlarge,honestblueeyes。Hisgazeremindedherofthatofanox,butithadnotonlytheox’sdullness,butalsoitssimplicityandgood—nature。

  Theysattalkingonforawhileabouttheweather,thecattle,andtheprospectsofthecrops。

  \"Whatisyourname?\"sheasked,atlast。

  \"HalvardHedinsonUllern。\"

  Asuddenshockranthroughheratthesoundofthatname;inthenextmomentadeepblushstoleoverhercountenance。

  \"Andmyname,\"shesaid,slowly,\"isBritaBjarne’sdaughterBlakstad。\"

  Shefixedhereyesuponhim,asiftoseewhateffectherwordsproduced。Buthisfeaturesworethesamesadandplacidexpression;

  andnolineinhisfaceseemedtobetrayeithersurpriseorill—will。Thenhersenseofpatronagegrewintooneofsympathyandpity。\"Hemusteitherbeweak—mindedorveryunhappy,\"

  thoughtshe,\"andwhatrighthaveIthentotreathimharshly。\"Andshecontinuedhersimple,straightforwardtalkwiththeyoungman,untilhe,too,grewalmosttalkative,andthesadnessofhissmilebegantogivewaytosomethingwhichalmostresembledhappiness。

  Shenoticedthechangeandrejoiced。Atlast,whenthesunhadsunkbehindthewesternmountaintops,sheroseandbadehimgood—

  night;inanothermomentthedoorofthesaeter—

  cottageclosedbehindher,andheheardherboltingitontheinside。Butforalongtimeheremainedsittingonthegrass,andstrangethoughtspassedthroughhishead。Hehadquiteforgottenhisbaymare。

  Thenexteveningwhenthemilkingwasdone,andthecattleweregatheredwithinthesaeterenclosure,Britawasagainsittingonthelargestone,lookingoutoverthevalley。Shefeltakindofcompanionshipwiththepeoplewhenshesawthesmokewhirlingupfromtheirchimneys,andshecouldguesswhattheyweregoingtohaveforsupper。Asshesatthere,sheagainheardacreakinginthebranches,andHalvardUllernstoodagainbeforeher,withhisjacketonhisarm,andthesamebridleinhishand。

  \"Youhavenotfoundyourbaymareyet?\"

  sheexclaimed,laughingly。\"Andyouthinksheislikelytobeinthisneighborhood?\"

  \"Idon’tknow,\"heanswered;\"andIdon’tcareifsheisn’t。\"

  Hespreadhisjacketonthegrass,andsatdownonthespotwherehehadsatthenightbefore。Britalookedathiminsurpriseandremainedsilent;shedidn’tknowhowtointerpretthissecondvisit。

  \"Youareveryhandsome,\"hesaid,suddenly,withagravitywhichleftnodoubtastohissincerity。

  \"Doyouthinkso?\"sheanswered,withamerrylaugh。Heappearedtoheralmostachild,anditneverenteredhermindtofeeloffended。Onthecontrary,shewasnotsurebutthatshefeltpleased。

  \"Ihavethoughtofyoueversinceyesterday,\"

  hecontinued,withthesameimperturbablemanner。\"Andifyouwerenotangrywithme,I

  thoughtIwouldliketolookatyouoncemore。

  Youaresodifferentfromotherfolks。\"

  \"Godblessyourfoolishtalk,\"criedBrita,withafreshburstofmerriment。\"No,indeedIamnotangrywithyou;Ishouldjustassoonthinkofbeingangrywith——withthatcalf,\"

  sheaddedforwantofanothercomparison。

  \"YouthinkIdon’tknowmuch,\"hestammered。\"AndIdon’t。\"Thesadsmileagainsettledonhiscountenance。

  Afeelingofguiltsentthebloodthrobbingthroughherveins。Shesawthatshehaddonehiminjustice。Heevidentlypossessedmoresense,oratleastafinerinstinct,thanshehadgivenhimcreditfor。

  \"Halvard,\"shefaltered,\"ifIhaveoffendedyou,IassureyouIdidn’tmeantodoit;andathousandtimesIbegyourpardon。\"

  \"Youhaven’toffendedme,Brita,\"answeredhe,blushinglikeagirl。\"Youarethefirstonewhodoesn’tmakemefeelthatIamnotsowiseasotherfolks。\"

  Shefeltitherdutytobeopenandconfidingwithhiminreturn;andinordernottoseemungenerous,orrathertoputthemonanequalfootingbygivinghimalsoapeepintoherheart,shetoldhimaboutherdailywork,aboutthemerrypartiesatherfather’shouse,andaboutthelustyladswhogatheredintheirhallstodancetheHallingandthespring—dance。Helistenedattentivelywhileshespoke,gazingearnestlyintoherface,butneverinterruptingher。Inhisturnhedescribedtoherinhisslowdeliberateway,howhisfatherconstantlyscoldedhimbecausehewasnotbright,anddidnotcareforpoliticsandnewspapers,andhowhismotherwoundedhimwithhersharptonguebymakingmerrywithhim,eveninthepresenceoftheservantsandstrangers。Hedidnotseemtoimaginethattherewasanythingwronginwhathesaid,orthatheplacedhimselfinaludicrouslight;nordidheseemtospeakfromanyunmanlycravingforsympathy。HismannerwassosimpleandstraightforwardthatwhatBritaprobablywouldhavefoundstrangeinanother,shefoundperfectlynaturalinhim。

  Itwasnearlymidnightwhentheyparted{。}

  Shehardlysleptatallthatnight,andshewashalfvexedwithherselffortheinterestshetookinthissimpleyouth。Thenextmorningherfathercameuptopayheravisitandtoseehowtheflockswerethriving。SheunderstoodthatitwouldbedangeroustosayanythingtohimaboutHalvard,forsheknewhistemperandfearedtheresult,ifheshouldeverdiscoverhersecret。Therefore,sheshunnedanopportunitytotalkwithhim,andonlybusiedherselfthemorewiththecattleandthecooking。

  Bjarnesoonnoticedherdistraction,but,ofcourse,neversuspectedthecause。Beforehelefther,heaskedherifshedidnotfindittoolonelyonthesaeter,andifitwouldnotbewellifhesentheroneofthemaidsforacompanion。

  Shehastenedtoassurehimthatthatwasquiteunnecessary;thecattle—boywhowastheretohelpherwasallthecompanyshewanted。

  Towardevening,BjarneBlakstadloadedhishorseswithbuckets,filledwithcheeseandbutter,andstartedforthevalley。Britastoodlonglookingafterhimashedescendedtherockyslope,andshecouldhardlyconcealfromherselfthatshefeltrelieved,when,atlast,theforesthidhimfromhersight。Alldayshehadbeenwalkingaboutwithaheavyheart;thereseemedtobesomethingweighingonherbreast,andshecouldnotthrowitoff。Whowasthiswhohadcomebetweenherandherfather?

  Hadsheeverbeenafraidofhimbefore,hadshebeengladtohavehimleaveher?Asuddenbitternesstookpossessionofher,forinherdistress,shegaveHalvardtheblameforallthathadhappened。Shethrewherselfdownonthegrassandburstintoapassionatefitofweeping;

  shewasguilty,wretchedlymiserable,andallforthesakeofonewhomshehadhardlyknownfortwodays。Ifheshouldcomeinthismoment,shewouldtellhimwhathehaddonetowardher;andherwishmusthavebeenheard,forassheraisedhereyes,hestoodthereatherside,thesadfeatureabouthismouthandhisgreathonesteyesgazingwonderinglyather。

  Shefeltherpurposemeltwithinher;helookedsogoodandsounhappy。Thenagaincamethethoughtofherfatherandofherownwrong,andthebitternessagainrevived。

  \"Goaway,\"criedshe,inavoicehalfreluctantlytenderandhalfdefiant。\"Goaway,Isay;Idon’twanttoseeyouanymore。\"

  \"Iwillgototheendoftheworldifyouwishit,\"heanswered,withastrangefirmness。

  Hepickeduphisjacketwhichhehaddroppedontheground,thenturnedslowly,gavehermotherlonglook,aninfinitelysadandhopelessone,andwent。Herbosomheavedviolently——remorse,affectionandfilialdutywrestleddesperatelyinherheart。

  \"No,no,\"shecried,\"whydoyougo?Ididnotmeanitso。Ionlywanted——\"

  Hepausedandreturnedasdeliberatelyashehadgone。

  WhyshouldIdwelluponthedaysthatfollowed——

  howherheartgrewevermorerestless,howshewouldsuddenlywakeupatnightsandseethoselargeblueeyessadlygazingather,howbyturnsshewouldcondemnherselfandhim,andhowshefeltwithbitterpainthatshewasgrowingawayfromthosewhohadhithertobeennearestanddearesttoher。Andstrangetosay,thisveryisolationfromherfathermadeherclingonlythemoredesperatelytohim。ItseemedtoherasifBjarnehaddeliberatelythrownheroff;thatsheherselfhadbeentheonewhotookthefirststephadhardlyoccurredtoher。Alas,hergriefwasasirrationalasherlove。Bywhatstrangedeviousprocessofreasoningtheseconvictionsbecamesettledinhermind,itisdifficulttotell。Itissufficienttoknowthatshewasawomanandthatsheloved。

  Sheevenknewherselfthatshewasirrational,andthisverysensedrewhermorehopelesslyintothemazeofthelabyrinthfromwhichshesawnoescape。

  Hisvisitswereasregularasthoseofthesun。

  Sheknewthattherewasonlyawordofhersneededtobanishhimfromherpresenceforever。

  Andhowmanytimesdidshenotresolvetospeakthatword?Butthewordwasneverspoken。Attimesacompanyoftheladsfromthevalleywouldcometospendamerryeveningatthesaeter;butsheheededthemnot,andtheysoondisappeared。Thusthesummerwentamidpassingmoodsofjoyandsorrow。Shehadlongknownthathelovedher,andwhenatlasthisslowconfessioncame,itaddednothingtoherhappiness;itonlyincreasedherfearsforthefuture。Theylaidmanyplanstogetherinthosedays;butwintercameasasurprisetoboth,thecattlewereremovedfromthemountains,andtheywereagainseparated。

  BjarneBlakstadlookedlongandwistfullyathisdaughterthatmorning,whenhecametobringherhome。Sheworenomoreringsandbrooches,anditwasthiswhichexcitedBjarne’ssuspicionthateverythingwasnotrightwithher。Formerlyhewasdispleasedbecausesheworetoomany;nowhegrumbledbecausesheworenone。

  II。

  Thewinterwashalfgone;andinallthistimeBritahadhardlyonceseenHalvard。Yes,once,——itwasChristmas—day,——shehadventuredtopeepovertohispewinthechurch,andhadseenhim,sittingathisfather’sside,andgazingvacantlyoutintotheemptyspace;butashehadcaughtherglance,hehadblushed,andbeganeagerlytoturntheleavesofhishymn—

  book。Ittroubledherthathemadenoefforttoseeher;manyaneveningshehadwalkedalonedownattheriver—side,hopingthathemightcome;butitwasallinvain。Shecouldnotbutbelievethathisfathermusthavemadesomediscovery,andthathewaswatched。Inthemeantimetheblackcloudthickenedoverherhead;forasecretgnawedattheveryrootsofherheart。Itwasatimeofterriblesuspenseandsuffering——suchasamanneverknows,suchasonlyawomancanendure。Itwasalmostareliefwhenthecloudburst,andthestormbrokeloose,aspresentlyitdid。

  OneSunday,earlyinApril,Bjarnedidnotreturnattheusualhourfromchurch。Hisdaughterswaitedinvainforhimwiththedinner,andatlastbegantogrowuneasy。Itwasnothishabittokeepirregularhours。Therewasagreatexcitementinthevalleyjustthen;

  theAmerica—feverhadbrokenout。Alargevesselwaslyingoutinthefjord,readytotaketheemigrantsaway;andtherewashardlyafamilythatdidnotmournthelossofsomebrave—heartedson,orofsomefairandcherisheddaughter。Theoldfolks,ofcourse,hadtoremainbehind;andwhenthechildrenweregone,whatwasthereleftforthembuttoliedownanddie?Americawastothemasdistantasifitwereonanotherplanet。Thefamilyfeeling,too,haseverbeenstrongintheNorseman’sbreast;helivesforhischildren,andseemstolivehislifeoveragaininthem。ItishisgreatestpridetobeabletotracehisbloodbackintothedaysofSverreandSt。Olaf,andwiththesameconfidenceheexpectstoseehisracespreadintothefutureinthesamesoilwhereonceithasstruckroot。ThencomesthestormfromtheWesternseas,wrestleswiththesturdytrunk,andbreaksit;andtheshatteredbranchesflytoallthefourcornersoftheheavens。Nowonder,then,likeatreethathaslostitscrown,hisstrengthisbrokenandheexpectsbuttosmoulderintotheearthanddie。

  BjarneBlakstad,likethesturdyoldpatriotthathewas,hadalwaysfiercelydenouncedtheAmericarage;anditwasnowthehopeofhisdaughtersthat,perhaps,hehadstayedbehindtoremindtherestlessonesamongtheyouthoftheirdutytowardtheirland,ortofrightensomeboldemigrationagentwhomighthavebeentooloudinhisdeclamations。Butitwasalreadyeighto’clockandBjarnewasnotyettobeseen。

  Thenightwasdarkandstormy;acoldsleetfiercelylashedthewindow—panes,andthewindroaredinthechimney。Grimhild,theyoungersister,ranrestlesslyoutandinandslammedthedoorsafterher。Britasattightlypressedupagainstthewallinthedarkestcorneroftheroom。Everytimethewindshookthehouseshestartedup;thenagainseatedherselfandshuddered。Darkforebodingsfilledhersoul。

  Atlast,——theclockhadjuststruckten,——therewasanoiseheardintheouterhall。Grimhildsprangtothedoorandtoreitopen。Atall,stoopingfigureentered,andbythedresssheatoncerecognizedherfather。

  \"GoodGod,\"criedshe,andranuptohim。

  \"Goaway,child,\"mutteredhe,inavoicethatsoundedstrangelyunfamiliar,andhepushedherroughlyaway。Foramomenthestoodstill,thenstalkeduptothetable,and,withaheavythump,droppeddownintoachair。Thereheremainedwithhiselbowsrestingonhisknees,andabsentlystaringonthefloor。Hislonghairhunginwettanglesdownoverhisface,andthewrinklesabouthismouthseemeddeeperandfiercerthanusual。Nowandthenhesighed,orgaveventtoadeepgroan。Inawhilehiseyesbegantowanderuneasilyabouttheroom;andastheyreachedthecornerwhereBritawassitting,hesuddenlydartedup,asifstungbysomethingpoisonous,seizedabrandfromthehearth,andrushedtowardher。

  \"TellmeIdidnotseeit,\"hebrokeforth,inahoarsewhisper,seizingherbythearmandthrustingtheburningbrandcloseuptoherface。

  \"Tellmeitisalie——ablack,poisonouslie。\"

  Sheraisedhereyesslowlytohisandgazedsteadfastlyintohisface。\"Ah,\"hecontinuedinthesameterriblevoice,\"itwaswhatItoldthemdownthereatthechurch——alie——aninfernallie。AndIdrewblood——blood,Isay——I

  did——fromtheslanderer。Ha,ha,ha!Whatalustysprawlthatwas!\"

  ThecolorcameanddepartedfromBrita’scheeks。Andstillshewasstrangelyselfpossessed。Sheevenwonderedatherowncalmness。

  Alas,shedidnotknowthatitwasacalmnessthatismoreterriblethanpain,thecorpseofaforlornandhopelessheart。

  \"Child,\"continuedBjarne,andhisvoiceassumedamorenaturaltone,\"whydostthounotspeak?Theyhaveliedaboutthee,child,becausethouartfair,theyhaveenviedthee。\"

  Then,almostimploringly,\"Openthymouth,Brita,andtellthyfatherthatthouartpure——

  pureasthesnow,child——myown——mybeautifulchild。\"

  Therewasalongandpainfulpause,inwhichthecracklingofthebrand,andtheheavybreathingoftheoldmanweretheonlysoundstobreakthesilence。Palelikeamarbleimagestoodshebeforehim;nowordofexcuse,noprayerforforgivenessescapedher;onlyaconvulsivequiveringofthelipsbetrayedthelifethatstruggledwithinher。WitheverymomentthehopediedinBjarne’sbosom。Hisvisagewasfearfultobehold。Terrorandfierceindomitablehatredhadgrimlydistortedhisfeatures,andhiseyesburnedlikefire—coalsbeneathhisbushybrows。

  \"Harlot,\"heshrieked,\"harlot!\"

  Acoldgustofwindsweptthroughtheroom。

  Thewindowsshook,thedoorsflewopen,asiftouchedbyastronginvisiblehand——andtheoldmanstoodalone,holdingtheflickeringbrandabovehishead。

  Itwasaftermidnight,thewindhadabated,butthesnowstillfell,thickandsilent,buryingpathsandfencesunderitscoldwhitemantle。

  Onwardshefled——onwardandeveronward。

  Andwhither,sheknewnot。Acoldnumbnesshadchilledhersenses,butstillherfeetdroveherirresistiblyonward。Adarkcurrentseemedtohaveseizedher,sheonlyfeltthatshewasadrift,andshecarednotwhitheritboreher。

  Inspiteofthestiflingdullnesswhichoppressedher,herbodyseemedaslightasair。Atlast,——

  sheknewnotwhere,——sheheardtheroarofthesearesoundinginherears,agenialwarmththawedthenumbnessofhersenses,andshefloatedjoyfullyamongtheclouds——amonggolden,sun—bathedclouds。Whensheopenedhereyes,shefoundherselflyinginacomfortablebed,andayoungwomanwithakindmotherlyfacewassittingatherside。Itwasalllikeadream,andshemadenoefforttoaccountforwhatappearedsostrangeandunaccountable。

  Whatsheafterwardheardwasthatafisher—

  manhadfoundherinasnow—driftonthestrand,andthathehadcarriedherhometohiscottageandhadgivenherovertothechargeofhiswife。Thiswastheseconddaysinceherarrival。

  Theyknewwhoshewas,buthadkeptthedoorslockedandhadtoldnoonethatshewasthere。

  Sheheardthestoryofthegoodwomanwithoutemotion;itseemedanintolerableefforttothink。

  Butonthethirdday,whenherchildwasborn,hermindwassuddenlyarousedfromitslethargy,andshecalmlymaturedherplans;andforthechild’ssakesheresolvedtoliveandtoact。

  Thatsameeveningtherecamealittleboywithabundleforher。Sheopeneditandfoundthereintheclothesshehadleftbehind,and——

  herbrooches。Sheknewthatitwashersisterwhohadsentthem;thentherewasonewhostillthoughtofherwithaffection。Andyetherfirstimpulsewastosenditallback,ortothrowitintotheocean;butshelookedatherchildandforbore。

  Aweekpassed,andBritarecovered。OfHalvardshehadheardnothing。Onenight,asshelayinahalfdoze,shethoughtshehadSeenapale,frightenedfacepressedupagainstthewindow—pane,andstaringfixedlyatherandherchild;but,afterall,itmighthavebeenmerelyadream。Forherfeveredfancyhadintheselastdaysfrequentlybeguiledherintosimilarvisions。Sheoftenthoughtofhim,but,strangelyenough,nomorewithbitterness,butwithpity。Hadhebeenstrongenoughtobewicked,shecouldhavehatedhim,buthewasweak,andshepitiedhim。Thenitwasthat;oneevening,assheheardthattheAmericanvesselwastosailatdaybreak,shetookherlittleboyandwrappedhimcarefullyinherownclothes,badefarewelltothegoodfishermanandhiswife,andwalkedalonedowntothestrand。Hugecloudsoffantasticshapeschasedeachotherdesperatelyalongthehorizon,andnowandthentheslendernewmoonglancedforthfromthedeepbluegulfsbetween。Shechoseaboatatrandomandwasabouttounmoorit,whenshesawthefigureofamantreadcarefullyoverthestonesandhesitatinglyapproachher。

  \"Brita,\"cameinawhisperfromthestrand。

  \"Who’sthere?\"

  \"ItisI。Fatherknowsitall,andhehasnearlykilledme;andmother,too。\"

  \"Isthatwhatyouhavecometotellme?\"

  \"No,Iwouldliketohelpyousome。Ihavebeentryingtoseeyouthesemanydays。\"Andhesteppedcloseuptotheboat。

  \"Thankyou;Ineednohelp。\"

  \"But,Brita,\"imploredhe,\"Ihavesoldmygunandmydog,andeverythingIhad,andthisiswhatIhavegotforit。\"Hestretchedouthishandandreachedheraredhandkerchiefwithsomethingheavyboundupinacorner。

  Shetookitmechanically,helditinherhandforamoment,thenflungitfaroutintothewater。

  Asmileofprofoundcontemptandpitypassedoverhercountenance。

  \"Farewell,Halvard,\"saidshe,calmly,andpushedtheboatintothewater。

  \"But,Brita,\"criedhe,indespair,\"whatwouldyouhavemedo?\"

  Sheliftedthechildinherarms,thenpointedtothevacantseatatherside。Heunderstoodwhatshemeant,andstoodforamomentwavering。

  Suddenly,hecoveredhisfacewithhishandsandburstintotears。Withinhalfanhour,Britaboardedthevessel,andasthefirstredstripeofthedawnilluminedthehorizon,thewindfilledthesails,andtheshipglidedwestwardtowardthatlandwherethereisahomeforthemwhomloveandmisfortunehaveexiled。

  Itwasalongandwearisomevoyage。TherewasanoldEnglishclergymanonboard,whocollectedcuriosities;tohimshesoldherringsandbrooches,andtherebyobtainedmorethansufficientmoneytopayherpassage。Shehardlyspoketoanyoneexceptherchild。Thoseofherfellow—parishionerswhoknewher,andperhapsguessedherhistory,keptalooffromher,andshewasgratefultothemthattheydid。

  Frommorningtillnight,shesatinacornerbetweenapileofdeckfreightandthekitchenskylight,andgazedatherlittleboywhowaslyinginherlap。Allherhopes,herfuture,andherlifewereinhim。Forherself,shehadceasedtohope。

  \"Icangivetheenofatherland,mychild,\"shesaidtohim。\"Thoushaltneverknowthenameofhimwhogavetheelife。ThouandI,weshallstruggletogether,and,astrueasthereisaGodabove,whoseesus,Hewillnotleaveeitherofustoperish。Butletusasknoquestions,child,aboutthatwhichispast。Thoushaltgrowandbestrong,andthymothermustgrowwiththee。\"

  Duringthethirdweekofthevoyage,theEnglishclergymanbaptizedtheboy,andshecalledhimThomas,afterthedayinthealmanaconwhichhewasborn。HeshouldneverknowthatNorwayhadbeenhismother’shome;

  thereforeshewouldgivehimnonamewhichmightbetrayhisrace。Onemorning,earlyinthemonthofJune,theyhailedland,andthegreatNewWorldlaybeforethem。

  III。

  WhyshouldIspeakoftheceaselesscare,thesuffering,andthehardtoil,whichmadethefirstfewmonthsofBrita’slifeonthiscontinentamerecontinuedstruggleforexistence?Theyarefamiliartoeveryemigrantwhohascomeherewithabraveheartandanemptypurse。

  Sufficeittosaythatattheendofthesecondmonth,shesucceededinobtainingserviceasmilkmaidwithafamilyintheneighborhoodofNewYork。Withthelinguistictalentpeculiartoherpeople,shesoonlearnedtheEnglishlanguageandevenspokeitwell。Fromhercountrymen,shekeptasfarawayaspossible,notforherownsake,butforthatofherboy;forhewastogrowgreatandstrong,andtheknowledgeofhisbirthmightshatterhisstrengthandbreakhiscourage。ForthesamereasonshealsoexchangedherpicturesqueNorsecostumeforthatofthepeopleamongwhomshewasliving。ShewentcommonlybythenameofMrs。Brita,whichpronouncedintheEnglishway,soundedverymuchlikeMrs。Bright,andthisatlastbecamethenamebywhichshewasknownintheneighborhood。

  Thusfiveyearspassed;thentherewasagreatrageforemigratingtothefarWest,andBrita,withmanyothers,startedforChicago。Thereshearrivedintheyear1852,andtookupherlodgingswithanIrishwidow,whowaslivinginalittlecottageinwhatwasthentermedtheoutskirtsofthecity。Thosewhosawherinthosedays,goingaboutthelumber—yardsanddoingaman’swork,wouldhardlyhaverecognizedinherthemerryGlitter—Brita,whointimesofoldtrodthespring—dancesogaylyinthewell—lightedhallsoftheBlakstadmansion。

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