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Updated: May 9, 2025
"Give him to me!" cried Olof, stretching out his arms impatiently. And Kyllikki smiled and handed him a tiny bundle wrapped in woollen rugs. Olof's hands trembled as he felt the weight of it in his arms. "Help her down, Antti; and come back a little later on I won't ask you in not just now," he said confusedly to the driver. The man laughed, and Kyllikki joined in.
I should have been so happy if we could have been together always; earth would have been like heaven, and none but angels everywhere. And even now I can be so happy, though I only have you in secret. Secretly I say good-night to you, and kiss you, and no one knows that you rest every night in my arms. And, do you know, Olof, there is one thing that is so strange, I hardly know what it means.
Got down just past the meadow below the house, and hears someone running after. Thought maybe I'd left something behind, and so I stopped. 'Twas a neat little maid, with red cheeks, and no kerchief on her head. 'What's wrong? says I. "'Nothing, says the little maid, and looks down at her shoes. 'Only you said didn't you say Olof was staying your way just now?
He had to go away, and she knew she would never see him again." Olof looked thoughtful the fancy was taking root. "Go on what happened then?" "Then, just as he was going away, the girl said to him, 'Set a mark on me somehow, so that I shall always feel I belong to you, and no one can tear you from my heart. "The boy thought for a moment. 'Where shall I set the mark? he asked.
She had been standing silent and thoughtful by the window now she approached him with hesitant step. "Olof," she murmured, her voice quivering with tender anxiety "Olof dearest, what does it mean?" "Dearest?" He snapped out the word between clenched teeth like the rattle of hail against a window-pane. His voice trembled with tears and laughter, cutting scorn and bitterness.
Olof laughed, but did not try to meet the innermost depth of her eyes; after a little, he ceased to look at her at all, but turned his gaze far off, as if looking out over the work of the day. A little while passed thus. Almost unconsciously Olof lifted one hand and loosened the plaits of his wife's hair, letting the long tresses fall freely over her shoulders.
Olof followed her. With bowed head, and arms hanging loosely at her side, she walked on. The last brief hour seemed to have aged her beyond all knowing. He felt a violent impulse to run forward and throw himself on his knees in the dust before her. But he dared not, and his feet refused their service. They came to Kankaala.
In the forest, too, it was the same the path lined with silver hangings on either side, and webs of silver here and there along the way. "Spiders bring luck, so they say," thought Olof. "Well, at any rate, they're showing me the road this morning." And he strode on briskly, eager to begin. "To-day's the test," he thought. "All depends on how I manage now.
Count Platen looked at the drawing on the boy's lap, and listened intently while the young inventor explained how the machine should work. He was astounded at the knowledge the boy had of engineering. "You're Olof Ericsson's son, aren't you?" he asked finally. The boy nodded. "Yes, I'm John Ericsson; I've an older brother Nils, who's fifteen." "Is Nils as much of an engineer as you are?"
"Good-day to ..." Olof began; but the greeting died on his lips, and a shiver passed through his body. The woman stopped still; her lips moved, but uttered no word. Stiffly, uneasily, they looked at each other. A glimpse of the past, a sequence of changes, things new and things familiar the vision of a moment, seen in a flash.
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