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Updated: July 4, 2025
How strange it is that she can not understand that her children were born to sympathize with her." "She will find it out some day, Joel." "Yes; so let us wait patiently, little sister. Still, there is no reason why I should not try to find out who the man is. Perhaps Farmer Helmboe knows him. I will ask him the first time I go to Bamble, and if need be I will push on to Drammen.
Besides, if this unpleasant weather continues, it is not likely that many tourists will visit the Telemark this season. But tell me, was it yesterday that your guest left Dal?" "Yes, yesterday morning." "Who was he?" "A man who resides in Drammen, and whose name is Sandgoist." "Sandgoist?" "Do you know him?" "No."
You have only to examine the register, in which you would greatly oblige me by entering your name according to custom." "My name? I will write my name in it, certainly. I will write it there before I leave, which will be immediately after breakfast, as I am anxious to get back to Drammen by to-morrow evening." "Drammen!" repeated Dame Hansen, hastily. "Yes.
"That doesn't matter," rejoined the man. "I arrived here only this morning from Drammen, and am now on my way back." "From Drammen?" repeated Dame Hansen, quickly. "You are acquainted, I think, with a certain Monsieur Sandgoist, who lives there?" "Monsieur Sandgoist!" repeated Dame Hansen, whose face paled at the name. "Yes, I know him." "Ah, well!
Besides, I have thought of a plan which will not prove a bad one perhaps. Why can't we establish a messenger service between Drammen, Kongsberg and a few other towns in the Telemark Communication now is neither easy nor regular, and there might be money in the scheme. Besides, I have other plans, to say nothing of " "Of what?" "Never mind, now. I will tell you on my return.
"I could easily do it if necessary," remarked Joel. "But it will not be necessary, fortunately. Now suppose we go over our route again." "Well, once at Tinoset, Monsieur Sylvius, we for a time follow the shores of Lake Fol, passing through Vik and Bolkesko, so as to reach Mose, and afterward Kongsberg, Hangsund, and Drammen.
How glad they were to see him, to listen to his words of counsel and hear his kind and encouraging voice. But would they ever dare to tell him what had passed between them and the Drammen usurer, and how Dame Hansen had marred the prospects of her children?
But if these gossips were not agreed upon the sum offered to Hulda Hansen, they were all of one mind in regard to the usurer of Drammen. "What an infernal scoundrel Sandgoist must be. That rascal who showed those poor people no mercy." "Yes; he is despised throughout the Telemark, and this is not the first time he has been guilty of similar acts of rascality."
After a five hours' ride through rich valleys and splendid groves, I reached the town of Drammen, which lies on the shores of the sea and the river Storri Elf, and whose vicinity was announced by the beautiful country-houses ornamenting the approach to it. A long, well-built wooden bridge, furnished with beautiful iron palisadings, leads over the river.
It was evident that he did not intend to be present at the drawing, as he was at his house in Drammen the night before; but feeling his sister's arm tremble in his, Joel led her swiftly on, without trying to hear any more.
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