Stories by Foreign Authors, Part 7

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1898 - Short stories
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Page 16 - Then the son rolled over on his back, gave his father one long look, and sank. Thord could scarcely believe it ; he held the boat still, and stared at the spot where his son had gone down, as though he must surely come to the surface again. There rose some bubbles, then some more, and finally one large one that burst ; and the lake lay there as smooth and bright as a mirror again. For three days and three nights people saw the father rowing round and round the spot, without taking either food or...
Page 13 - The man whose story is here to be told was the wealthiest and most influential person in his parish; his name was Thord Overaas. He appeared in the priest's study one day, tall and earnest. "I have gotten a son," said he, "and I wish to present him for baptism.
Page 16 - Wait a moment!" cried the father, and began to row toward his son. Then the son rolled over on his back, gave his father one long look, and sank. Thord could scarcely believe it; he held the boat still, and stared at the spot where his son had gone down, as though he must surely come to the surface again. There rose some bubbles, then some more, and finally one large one that burst; and the lake lay there as smooth and bright as a mirror again.
Page 18 - They sat there for a while, Thord with downcast eyes, the priest with his eyes fixed on Thord. Presently the priest said, slowly and softly, — " I think your son has at last brought you a true blessing.
Page 14 - Next Saturday, at twelve o'clock noon." ' ' Is there anything else ? ' ' inquired the priest. ' ' There is nothing else ; ' ' and the peasant twirled his cap, as though he were about to go. Then the priest rose. " There is yet this, however...
Page 15 - Karen Storliden, daughter of Gudmund, who stands here beside me." "Why, that is the richest girl in the parish." "So they say," replied the peasant, stroking back his hair with one hand. The priest sat a while as if in deep thought, then entered the names in his book, without making any comments, and the men wrote their signatures underneath. Thord laid three dollars on the table. "One is all I am to have,
Page 16 - But now I am through with him," said Thord, and folding up his pocket-book he said farewell and walked away. The men slowly followed him. rowing across the lake, one calm, still day, to Storliden to make arrangements for the wedding. " This thwart is not secure," said the son, and stood up to straighten the seat on which he was sitting. At the same moment the board he was standing on slipped from under him ; he threw out his arms, uttered a shriek, and fell overboard. " Take hold of the oar ! " shouted...
Page 153 - Heart disease," answered the doctor. One came running with water, another with vinegar. Amid laughter and noise, the balls could be heard cannoning on the inner billiard-table. " Hush !" some one whispered. " Hush!" was repeated; and the silence spread in wider and wider circles round the corpse, until all was quite still. " Come and lend a hand," said the doctor. The dead man was lifted up; they laid him on a sofa in a corner of the room, and the nearest gasjets were put out. Madame Virginie was...
Page 42 - Again the horizon widely around was rose-colored, and between the tinted cloud-layers angel-heads peeped out — not Bible angels, which are neither man nor woman; but angelic girls, whom he didn't know, and who didn't know him. The truth was, he didn't know anybody to whom he could give his heart, but longed, with a certain twenty-four-year power, for her to whom he could offer it, — her who was worthy to receive his whole self-made being, and in exchange give him all that queer imagined bliss,...
Page 17 - It might have been about a year from that day, when the priest, late one autumn evening, heard some one in the passage outside of the door, carefully trying to find the latch. The priest opened the door, and in walked a tall, thin man, with bowed form and white hair. The priest looked long at him before he recognized him. It was Thord. " Are you out walking so late ? " said the priest, and stood still in front of him. " Ah, yes ! it is late,

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