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Clinton New Era, 1892-02-05, Page 310. 4. RWINORSEMAN BOO* 141r44, parrintioce Iter in the day, when they slowly liteaMed into Bergen harbor and SOW thage, Mere the VW° that he had so of- ten longed for, with dear familiar • ,houtiee eV Wrest its lovely surrouna- 114 VOQuhtame, his happiness wee net without. strong touch, of pain. For •'after though the place remained, hie linMe gone forever, and though Herr kirovoid stood waiting for thorn on the landing quay with the heartiest of Welcomes, rt he could not but feel a terrible Wan • read his face in a xnoment, and understood just what he was feeling, "Ocarte and let us look for the leg - gage," she said to Roy, wishing to leave 4,lie three Norwegians to themselve0 for a w minutes. "Rather different to our arrival here, said Boy, brightly. He was so Very happy that it was hardly likely he shourd. brink just then of other peo- ple. But as Cecil gave the assent w before them. ' Seemed qormatterrof-ta.ctileE eyes Lea A thousand thoughts were seething with tears, for she could not help -think- Faithiors mind; that that glimpse ing of all the brightness •of that first of the Romsdalshorn had ° taken him Malt, of Frithjof with his boyish gaye- back to the great crisis of his life; in tv and lightrheartedness, of the kind- strange contrast to that peaceful scene iness and hospitality of his father, of he had a vision of a crowded London the pretty villa of Kalvedialen, of poor street; in yet, stranger contrast to his „TheY, Were all to stay or a few daYe more looked into the past, and thought Blanche le her innocent tirlhood. present happiness and relief he once avith ttit Gronveldie and here was aoW of his hopeless misery, of his deadly plenty of roma for them, since, Karl peril, of the struggle he had gone and the eldest son were married an through, a the chance which had made settled in homes of their own. Fru him pause before the picture shop, and `Gronvold and Sigrid inet with the tat- of his recognition of the painting of his rnostaffection, all the petty quarrels native mountains. Then he thought and vexations of the past were forgot- of his first approach to Rowan Tree 4ten; indeed, the very first meeting theT House on that dusky November after - had a very hearty laugh over the reco noon, and he thought of his strange lection of their difference of opiniou dream of the beasts and the precipice, ithout-Torvald Lundgren. and the steep mountain side, and the " And, my dear," said FrirGronvoldi opening door with the Madonna and who was as usual knittinggan intermi- Mild framed in dazzling light. Just nable stocking, " you need not feel at at that moment from behind the dark an anxious about him, he is very hap- purple mountains rose the great golden pi lY married, and I think, yes, certain- red moon. It was a sight never to be ly I cannot help owning, that he man- foigotten, and the glow and glamor , ages his household with a firmer hand cast by it over the whole scene was in- •- than would perhaps have suited you. ,aescribable.1 Vehluxigsaaes with its He has a. very pretty little wife who busy wooden pier and itrdusky houses, worships the ground he treads on." with here and there a light twinkling "Which you see ,I could never have from a window ; the Romsdalshorn done," said Sigrid, merrily: " Poor with its lofty peak, and the beautiful Torvald ! lam very glad he ishappily valley beyond bathed in that sort of settled. Frithjof must go and see him, dim brightness and nriety radiance How do you think Swanhild is looking which can be given by nothing but the - auntie?' Very well and very pretty," said Pill PTonvold. "One would naterally suppose that, at her rather awkward age, she would have lost her good looks, but she is as graceful as ever." "She is a very brave, hard-working •little woman," said Sigrid. 14 I told you that she had begged so hard to stay on with Madame Lechertier that we had consented. It would indeed have been hardly fair to take her away all at once, when Madame had been so kind and helpful to us; and Swanhild is very in - z• dependent, you know, and ;declares that she must have some sort of profes- sion, and that to be a teacher of danc- ag is clearly' her vocation." "By-and-by, when she is grown up, is going to keep my house," said hiof. O, no," said Sigrid; " I shall never er, unless it is to get married; yo o• would never get on all by yourselves. By -the -by, I am sure Cecil Is keeping away from us on purpose; • ehewent off on the plea of reading for :her half -hails society, but she has been goneAuite a long time. Go and find her, ,Frithiof, and tell her we very much avant her." He went out and found Cecil com- • fortably installed in the dining -room with her book. "Have you not read enough ?" he said. "We are very dull without you in there." " I thought you would have -so much to talk over together," she said, put - 714 ting down her book and lifting her soft gray eaes to his. "Not a bit," he replied; " we are pin- ing for music and *ant you to sing, if • you are not too tired. 'What learned • book were you reading, after such a journey? Plato?" "A translation of 4 aedo,' " she 'kHz CLINTON NEW th144084k Who, with her, thoPoin or Ow • ge could thtu of nothing but Oeell, MOJA W1444 fi)rgatePJ MIO figo elf)- of the strange, new insight that had ,nyecl her adourotion ot hw illIttve come to hint se saddealY, of the Marvel city that he no lenger felt the terrible that, whuz known sq long 044 so graving "for hie father's presence. inttrnofey,"he had °ay yal3t realized They went to Nestun, and wandered the beauty. •td her oaraeter, with its eee the (vault old wooden church from i'tem=1/14raenricteh', LUId about in t1}9 weeds; they took Cecil to tender iti /*prima; they had a merry picnic at Fjesaager, and an early expedition to Bergen dolt market, determined • that Cecil should enjoy that pieturesgate scene With the weather-beaten fislier-' men, the bargaining housewives with their tin pails, the boats laden with their shining wealth of fishes. Again and again they' walked up the beauti- ful fjeldveien to gain that wonderful bird's eye • view over the town and the harbor and the lakes. But perhaps no one was sorb" when the visit came to an end, and they were once more on their travels, going by sea to Molde and thence to Nees. It was (pike late one evening that they steamed down the darkening Romsdalsfjord. The great Romsdals- horn reared its dark head solemnly into the calm sky, and everywhere peace seemed to reign. The steamer Was almost empty; Frithiof and Cecil stoixl alone at the forecastle end,. si- lently revelling in the exquisite view Then came a wave o anxious ex that drove sleep farther them ever from him. It was no longer enou h to be oldl in Ion deep crevices, or in ,nonscions ef hes loye for her, e eget to wonder whether it was in the least probable that she could. ever care for him. Kuowing. the whole of his past life, knowing his faults so well, was it likely that she would ever dream of accepting his love? Ile fell into great despondency; but the recollection of that sweet, bright glance which she had given him in re- ply to his impetuous burst of gratitude, reassured him; and when, later on, he met her at breakfast, his doubts were held at bay, and his hopes raised, not by anything she did or said, but by her mere presence. Whether Sigrid at all guessed at the state of affairs, and arranged accord- ingly, or whether it was a mere chance, it so happened that for the greater part ofthat day, as they travelled through the beautiful Romsdal, Frith- iof and Cecil were together. "What will you do," said Cecil to herself, "when all this is aver? How will you go hack to ordinary life when the tour is ended?" • But though she tried in this way to take the edge off, her pleasure, she could not do it. Afterward 'might take care of itself. There was no possibility of realizing it now, she would enjoy to the full just the present that was hers, the long talks with Frithjof, the de- lightful sense of fellowship with him, the mutual enjoymentalf that exquisite valley. And BO they drove on, past Aak,with its lovely trees and its rippling river, past the lovely Ronasdalshorn, past the Troltinderne, with their weird outline looming up against the blue sky, like the battlements and pinnacles of some magic city. About the middle of the day they reached Horgheim, where it had been arranged that they should spend the night. Frithiof was in a mood to find everything beautiful, he even admired the rather bare -looking posting -station, just a long brown, wooden house withal], high flight" of steps to the door, and seats on either side. On the doorstep lay a fine white and tabby cat, which he declared he their sergeits sg.aiust, tbe 'PAW baelcgroundx but wreaths. of white clinging About their sides in'fautastie twists. and curves which bilfIgfid, Pvor hilge yawning ebasnas iNncl seemed, to low ihe valley into a great asaphithea, tre. The stern gray and purple 'roelos. looked her real, ece softened were they by the lumiaons summer haze. Here and•there the white snow gleamed broa elefth wore from year's end to years end it remained munelted by sun er rain. Oh each side of the road there w as a wilderness of bitch and fir and juniper bushes, while' in the far distance could be heard the Mongefos with its ceaseless sound of many wa- ters, repeated on either hand by Me smaller waterfalls. Other sOund there was none save the faint tinkle of cow- bells or the rare song of the little black and white wagtails, which seemed the only birds in rte valley. Suddenly h erceived a little faet her along the roada slim figure leaning against the fence, the folds of a -blue dress, the gleam. of light -brown hair under a sealskin travelling cap. His heart began to beat fast, he strode on more quickly, and Cecil, hearing foot- steps, looked up. "I had finished my letter and thought I would come out to explore a little," she said, its he joined her. "You have come back ?" "Yes," he said "I have come bask to you." She glanced at him questioningly, startled by his tone, but before his eager look her eyelids dropped, and a soft glow of color suffused her face. "Cecil," he said, "do you remember what you said years ago about men who worked hard to make their for- tune, and then retired and were miser- able because they had nothing to do?" "Oh yes," she said, "I remember it very well, and have often seen instanc- es of it." "I am like that now," he continued. "My work seems over, and I stand at the threshold of a new life. It was you who saved me from ruin in my old life -will you be my helper now?" "Do you think I really could help?" she said wistfully, He looked at her gentle eyes, at her pure, womanly face, and he 'knew that his life was in her hands. "I do not know," he said gravely. "It depends on whether you could love me -whether you will let me speak of m love to you." Then, as he paused, partly because could remember years before, when his English words would not come they had visited the Romsdal. very readily, partly in hope of some "And that is very' possible," said the sign of encouragement from her, she landlady, with a pleased look. "For turned to him with a face which shone we have had him these fourteen ears." with heavenly light. "There must never be any secrets between us," she said, speaking quite simply and directly. "I have loved you eVer since you came to us -years ago." It was nothing to Frithiof that they were standing at the side of the king's highway -he had lost all sense of time and place -the world only contained for him the woman who loved him - the woman who let. him clasp her in his strong arm -let him press her sweet face to his. And still from the distance came the • t rising moon. Frithiof turned and looked at Cecil. , Every one crowded round to look at She had taken off her hat that she this antiquated cat. might better enjoy the soft evening "What is his name ?" asked Cecil, breeze which was ruffling up her fair speaking in Norse. hair; her blue dress was one of those 4 'His name is Mons," said the land - which are not unlike the old blue in lady, "Mons Horgheim." They all laughed at the thought of a shades which are called "new," but which artists have always loved to cat with a surname, and then came a paint the Madonna; but her face was general dispersion in quest of rooms. very quiet and happy; the soft evening ecil and Swanhild chose one which light seemed to ,etherealize her. looked out across a .grassy slope to the "You will never know how much I river; the Rauma just at this 'part is owe to you," he said impetuously. very still and of a deep green color; "Had it not been for all that you did • for me id' the past I could not possibly have been here to -night." She had been looking toward Veb- lungsnaes, but now she turned to him with a glance so beautiful, so raptur- ously happY„ that it seemed to awaken new life within him. He was so amaz- ed at the strength of the passion which suddenly took possession of him that for a time he could hardly believe he was in real waking existence; this ma - glee.' evening light; this exquisite fjord with its well-known mountains, might well be the soenery of some dryam;and Cecil did not speak to him, she merely gave hitn that one glance and smiled, and then stood beside him silently, as though there were no need of speech between these. He was glad she was silent, for he dreaded lest anything should rouse him and take him back to the dull, cold past -the past in which for so long he had lived with his heart half dead, up- held only by the intention of redeem- ing his father's honor. To go back to that state would be terrible; moreover the aim no longer existed. The debts were paid -his work was over, and yet his life lay before him. Was it to be merely a business life - a lon round of duty work? or was it beyond were jagged, gray mountains and the moraine of a glacier covered , sound of many waters, an here and there with birch and juniper, 1 tinkle of the cowbells, and the song of Half -a -dozen little houses, with grass- the little black and what birds. The grown roofs, nestled at the foot, and grave gray mountains seemed like near them were sweet-smelling hay- strong and kindly friends who sheltered fields and patches of golden corn. them and shut them in from all intru- They dined merrily on salmon, wild sion of the outer world, but they were strawberries and cream, and then a , so entirely absorbed in each other thdt walk was proposed. Cecil, however, 1 they had not a thought for anything • else ' ..------- said. " There is such a stlittle possi le that love might glorify the bit here about pleasure being mixed every -day round -that even for him this intense hap iness, which as yet he svithatam always. they had found that 'snit in those days, ltd they ?" said Frithjof. "Read the bit to me: for, to tell you the truth, it would fit in rather well withthis return to Bergen." Ceen turned over the pages and read the fcIllowing speech of Socrates :- " How singular is the thing called pleasnre and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the oppositeiof it; for they never come to man together, and yet he who pursues either di them is generally compelled to take tke other. They are two, and yet they grow together otit of one head or stem; and I cannot help thinking ...,,that if .sop had noticed them he would hate made a fable about God tryin to reconcile their strife, and when ke could not, he fastened their heads together; and this is the reason why one comes the other follows.' " • "We odd to think that all these hun- dreds of years people have been rack- ing their brains to find some explana- nation of the great problem," satd Fri- • thiof, " that generation after, genera- tion of unsatisfieir people have lived and died." • - "A poor woman frem East London • once answered the problem to the quite unconseionsly," said Cecil "She was down in the country for change of air, and she said, "It's just like Paradise here, miss, and if it could al- ways go on it would be heaven." He sighed. "Come and sing me Princessen,' " be said, "if you are really not, too tir- ed. I am very much in the mood of that restless lady in the poem." And, in truth, often during those days at Bergen he was haunted by the • weird ending of the song- - "What do I then want, my God?' she cried. Then the sun went down," He had a good deal of business to see to, and the clearing off of the debts was, of course, not without a consid- erable pleasure; he greatly enjoyed it, too, the hearty welcome of his old friends; but there was always some- thing wanting. For every street, every, view, every inch of the place was aesocieted with his father, and, • dearly as he loved Bergen, he felt that he could not have borne to live in it again. He seemed to find his chief happiness in lionizing Cecil, and some - excused herse f, saying a s letters to write home, and so it chanced -that Frithiof and Slold hail what did not often fall to theirlet-in those days, the change of a quiet talk. • "What is wrong with you, dear old boy?" she said; for since they had left Hor heim she could not but notice that he had grown grave and absorbed. "Nothing," he said, with rather a jug of his life, anhe love forced laugh. But, though he tried to that those weary years had been wast - resume his usual manner, and talked ed neither on him nor on Cecil herself. with her and teased her playfully, she He could not for one moment doubt knew that he had something on his that her pure, unselfish love had again mind, and half -hopefully, half-feas fully and again shielded him from evil, that made one more atteinpt to win his all through his English life, with its confidance. hard struggles and bitter sufferings, "Let us rest here in the shade," she her love had in some unknown way said, settling herself comfortably un- been his safeguard, and that his life, der•a silver birch. "Roy and Swanhild crippled by the faithlessness of a wo- wark at such a pace that I think we an had b it woman also been re - will let them have the first view of the Mongefos." He threw himself down on the grass beside her, and for a time there was silence. "You did not sleep last night," she said presently. "How do you know that?" he said, his color rising a little. "Oh, I know it by your forehead. You were worrying over something. Come, confess." He sat up and began to speak ab - subtly. "I want to ask you a question," he said, looking up the valley beyond her and avoiding her eyes. "Do you think a man has any business to offer to a woman a love which is not his first passion?" - "At one time I thought not," said Sigrid. "But ats I grew older and un- derstood things more it seemed to me different. I think there would be few marriages in the world, if we made a rule of that sort. And a woman who really loved would lose sight of all sel- fishness and littleness and Jealousy just because of the strength of her love. He turned and looked straight into her eyes. "And if I were to tell Cecil that I loved her, do you think she would at any rate listen to me ?" "I am not going to say 'yes' or 'no' to that question,' said Sigrid, suddenly bending forward and giving him a kiss -a salute almost unknown between a Norwegian brother and sister. "But I will say instead 'Go and try.' " "You think then-" She sprang to her feet. "I don't think at all," she said laugh- ingly. "Good-bye. I am going to meet the others at the Mongefos, and you - yo'n are going back to I4orgheim. Adio." She waved 'her hand to him and walked resolutely away. He watched her out of sight, then fell back again to his former position on the grass and thought. She had told him nothing. and yet somehow had brought to him a most wonderful sense of rest and peace. Presently he got alp and began to re- trace his steps along the valley. "With you I shall have courage to begin life afresh," he said after a time. "To ha,vethe right to Itive you -to be always with you -Mat -will -he- every- thing to me." 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Still they stood there- side by side, and the steamer moved on peacefully once more, the silvery track still marking the calm fjord till they reached the lit- tle boat that was to land them at Naes. Ile wished that they could have gone on for hours, for as yet the mere con- sciousness'of his own love satisfied him --he wanted nothing but the rapture of life after death -of brightness after gloom. When it was no longer pos- sible to prolong that trange, weird calm, he went, like a main half awake, to see after the luggage, and presently, with an odd, dazed feeling, found him- self on the shore, where Herr Lossius, the landlord, stood to welcome them. "Which is the hotel?" asked Roy. And Herr Lossins replied in his quaint, careful English, 'It is yonder, sir -that house just under the moon." "Did you ever hear srich a poetical direction?" said Cecil. smiling as they walked up the road together. "It suits the evening very well," said Frithiof. 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"I shall have a postcript to add to my letter," said Cecil, presently, look- Row ing up at him with the radiant smile which he so loved to see on her lips. "What a very feminine one it will be! We say, you know, in England, that a woman's postscript is the most import- ant part of her letter. "Will your father and mother ever spare you to me ?" said Frithiof. "They will certainly welcome you as their son," she replied. TO BE CONTINUED. 0I1 A PTER XL. The afterlife el was not, so clear as the morning had been, yet it had a beauty of its own which appealed to Frithjof very stretigly. The blue sky had changed to soft nearly gray, all round him rose 11.P, ijestc mountains, 6 .erman Syrup" Those who have not A Throat used Boschee's Ger- man Syrup for some Ger- and Lung severe and chronic Specialty. • trouble of the Throat and Lungs can hard- ly appreciate what a truly wonder-, ful medicine it is. 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