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"But we know they did!" said the whaler emphatically. "Of course," agreed the agent. "But we can't prove it. Law demands proof. If we only had that boat, with the schooner's name on, it would serve." Suddenly there came a hail from the crippled launch which was being brought in under oars. "Mr. Nagge there?" "Yes, Svenson," was the reply, "what is it?"
Though it was only a garret, it was all very white and clean; and little Erik Svenson lay in the small bed facing the barred window, through which the moonbeams streamed till they seemed to turn the walls into polished silver. As Erik tossed about, he heard his mother working in the room below.
"Father likes the job I told you about over at the lumber yards. He came in last Sunday. He says the folks out his way are near starving. Svenson thinks of quitting his job." She laughed gently. "Life is like that," Mrs. Preston assented. "You can't manage it." "No, why should one?" Anna Svenson replied coolly.
She searched quickly for his expression, but he had turned and was gazing far up the track, his tanned face alight with boyish enthusiasm. Time never passed so swiftly for Phil Kendrick as it did during the next two days. In the big roomy birch-bark canoe that Svenson had built he went fishing and exploring to his heart's content with Miss Cristy Lawson.
The two women would have a silent cup of tea; then Mrs. Svenson would smile in her broad, apathetic manner, saying, "One lives, you see, after all," and disappear through the oak copse. Thus very quickly between the school and the cottage Mrs. Preston's day arranged itself in a routine. Three days after the unexpected visit from the doctor, Mrs.
The firing was bringing the whole gang about their ears and as soon as he had given Svenson time to reach the top Phil ordered the detective to beat a retreat. They tumbled in among their friends, all but winded. Svenson sat down and wiped away the blood that was trickling down his face from a scalp wound. "Yum pin' Yiminy!" he puffed with emphasis. "Vell, by golly!"
The fact of her presence seemed to bring peace to the room. "It is a good night," she said, drawing her head in. "There, Svenson has lit the lamp. I must go." "Good night, Anna." Mrs. Preston took her hand. It was large and cool. "You shake hands?" Mrs. Svenson asked, with a smile. "When I was working out, people like you never shook hands." "People like me!
And now you tell me you've let the beads slip through your fingers!" "Pshaw! You'd have put the yacht into commission if you'd never heard from me. You were crazy to get to sea again. Any trouble picking up the crew?" "No. But only four of the old crew Captain Newton, of course, and Chief Engineer Svenson, Donaldson, and Morley.
Suddenly I realized I had received faith for him and called to him, "Morris, the bleeding stops, now!" And it did. And from that time on he recovered rapidly. A telephone call came to Sr. Svenson from two ministers at Stavanger requesting the two American evangelists to come to them. We accepted the call and Sr. Svenson's daughter and Bro. Fjield went with us.
When everything lay open before them Mr. and Mrs. Svenson stared at the array, speechless. "Yumpin' Yudas!" yelled the big fellow at last. He grabbed his six-foot smiling wife and kissed her with a loud smack. The selection of these gifts had been the outcome of many consultations between Mr. Philip Kendrick and Miss Cristy Lawson.
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