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Updated: May 27, 2025
Glory Goldie was so furious that she wanted to say something dreadful to make Linnart hush, but somehow she couldn't. All she could do was to run away from him. Linnart Hindrickson made no attempt to follow her further. He had said what he wanted to say and he was not displeased with that morning's work.
Then, in the middle of this sore predicament, he heard Linnart Hindrickson exclaim: "Why, there stands the fellow who came to me last Sunday and told me that father was sick!" "What are you saying?" questioned the mother. "But are you certain as to that?" "Of course I am. It can't be any one but he. I've seen him before to-day, but I didn't recognize him in that queer get-up.
I'm Linnart, son of Björn Hindrickson," he added, seeing that she did not know who he was. "I'm terribly pressed for time now," Glory Goldie told him. "So perhaps you'd better wait till another day. I've just learned that my mother is dying." Linnart Hindrickson then asked if he might walk with her part of the way.
Glory Goldie did not speak, but walked on hurriedly. Something had begun to pull and tear at her heart strings something she was trying to force back. She knew that if that which lay hidden within should burst its bonds and come to the surface, she would break down completely. "And those were Jan's last words," said Linnart. "It wasn't long after that before he proved that he meant what he said.
They were speaking of Linnart, son of the late Björn Hindrickson, saying it was well that he had come home in time for a reconciliation with his father.
"Well?" was all she said. "I replied that these enemies I, too, had seen," returned Linnart Hindrickson curtly. The girl gave a short laugh. "But instantly I regretted having said that," pursued the man. "For then Jan cried out in despair: 'Oh, pray to God, my dear Linnart, that I may be able to save the little girl from all evil! It doesn't matter what becomes of me, just so she is helped."
"So that was it!" "Yes, just that. You understand of course that your father did not weep because he had been deserted and left alone, but because he thought you were in peril." It had been a little hard for Linnart to come out with the last few words; they wanted to stick in his throat.
Katrina had heard that Björn's wife had begged and implored the old man to let her send for their son and that he would not hear of it. He wanted to die in peace, he said. But Jan was not satisfied to let the matter rest there. The thought of Linnart away out in the wilds, knowing nothing of his father's grave condition had caused him to disregard old Björn's wishes and go tell the son himself.
She was thinking to herself that this conversation was something she would rather have escaped. "One day last autumn," Linnart continued, "while I was out in the yard hitching up a horse to drive over to the village shop, I saw the Emperor come running down the road; he seemed in a great hurry, but when he espied me he stopped and asked if I had seen the Empress drive by.
Perhaps he was thinking of old Björn Hindrickson and himself, for there was that in his own life which had taught him the true worth of a love that never fails you. But Glory Goldie did not yet understand. She had thought of her father only with aversion and dread since her return and muttered something about his being a madman. Linnart heard what she said, and it hurt him.
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