window, and sank down in a chair. Olof followed close behind her, and
stood, hat in hand.
There was a long silence.
"I never thought to go on such an errand as this to-night," said
the woman heavily. She did not look at him; her eyes seemed fixed on
something far away.
The boy's knees trembled, he could hardly stand.
"Shame--ay, 'twas shame I felt for you when you were born, old as I
was, and never thinking to have more. Mayhap 'twas a sign you'd bring
but shame to me after and all...." The words fell heavy as lead, and
brought him to his knees.
"Mother!" He could say no more, but hid his face in her lap, and cried
like a child.
A great warmth rose in the mother's breast and throbbed in her veins.
"Mother, I promise--you shall never go that way again for me. And ...
and...."
He broke off.
The warmth rose to her eyes, seeking an outlet there.
"And...?" she asked gently. "What then, my son?"
The young man's brow was deeply lined, as he strove to speak. Then
resolutely he looked up and said, "I will marry her."
"_Marry her_?" An icy wave came over her, and she gasped for breath.
"Olof," she went on in a trembling voice, "look at me. Have you--has
anything happened already?" Breathlessly she waited for his answer.
"No," said the boy, and looked her frankly in the eyes. "But I love
her."
The mother's hands trembled, and she sighed. But for a long while she
said no word, only sat looking as before out into vague distance, as
if seeking what to say.
"Ay," she said at last, "'tis right to marry where you love, and no
other. But a servant-girl--there's none of our race ever married that
way before. And as for love--you're over young to know."
Olof flushed angrily, and he would have spoken, but the noble dignity
of his mother's glance checked the thought ere it was uttered.
"Go now," she said gently. "We will talk of this another time."
FATHER AND SON
The early meal was over, and the farm hands pressed out through the
door.
"You, Olof, stay behind," said the master of Koskela from his seat at
the head of the table. "I've a word to say to you."
Olof felt his cheeks tingling. He knew what his father had to say--he
had been waiting for this.
The three were alone now--his mother stood by the stove. "Sit down,"
said the father coldly, from his place.
Olof obeyed. For a while nothing was heard but the slow beat of the
clock on the wall.
"I know where your mother was las
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