Short-Stories. Various

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      "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.

      For three days and three nights people saw the father rowing round and round the spot, without taking either food or sleep; he was dragging the lake for the body of his son. And toward morning of the third day he found it, and carried it in his arms up over the hills to his gard[3].

      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," said Thord, and took a seat.

      The priest sat down also, as though waiting. A long, long silence followed. At last Thord said—

      "I have something with me that I should like to give to the poor; I want it to be invested as a legacy in my son's name."

      He rose, laid some money on the table, and sat down again. The priest counted it.

      "It is a great deal of money," said he.

      "It is half the price of my gard. I sold it to-day."

      The priest sat long in silence. At last he asked, but gently—

      "What do you propose to do now, Thord?"

      "Something better."

      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."

      "Yes, I think so myself," said Thord, looking up, while two big tears coursed slowly down his cheeks.

      NOTES

      [1] This story was written in 1860. Translated from the Norwegian by Professor Rasmus B. Anderson. It is printed by permission of and special arrangement with Houghton Mifflin Co., publishers.

      [2] 3:28 thwart. A seat, across a boat, on which the oarsman, sits.

      [3] 4:21 gard. A Norwegian farm.

      BIOGRAPHY

      Björnstjerne Björnson, Norse poet, novelist, dramatist, orator, and political leader, was born December 8, 1832, and died in Paris, April 26, 1910. From his strenuous father, a Lutheran priest who preached with tongue and fist, he inherited the physique of a Norse god. He possessed the mind of a poet and the arm of a warrior. At the age of twelve he was sent to the Molde grammar school, where he proved himself a very dull student. In 1852 he entered the university in Christiana. Here he neglected his studies to write poetry and journalistic articles.

      In politics Björnson was a tremendous force. Dr. Brandes has said; "To speak the name of Björnson is like hoisting the colors of Norway." He was honored as a king in his native land. He won this recognition by no party affiliation, but by his natural gifts as a poet. His magnetic eloquence, great message, and sterling character compelled his countrymen to follow and honor him. He says of his success in this field: "The secret with me is that in success as in failure, in the consciousness of my doing as in my habits, I am myself. There are a great many who dare not, or lack the ability, to be themselves." For his views on political issues the following references may well be used: Independent. January 31, 1901, pp. 253–257; Current Literature, November, 1906, p. 581; and Independent, July 13, 1905, pp. 92–94.

      Björnson and Ibsen, the two foremost men of Norway, were very closely associated throughout life. They were schoolmates, and both were interested in writing and producing plays. Ibsen's son, Dr. Sigurd Ibsen, married Björnson's daughter, Bergilot. These two great writers were direct contrasts in nearly everything: Björnson lived among his people, Ibsen was reserved; Björnson played the rôle of an optimistic prophet, Ibsen, that of a pessimistic judge; the former was always a conciliatory spirit, the latter a revolutionist; and Björnson proved himself a patriotic Norwegian, Ibsen, a man of the entire world.

      Lack of space forbids the inclusion of a list of Björnson's writing's. High school teachers will find suitable selections in the list of collateral readings that follows. Those who wish a complete bibliography of his works will find it in Bookman, Volume II, p. 65. Translations of his works by Rasmus B. Anderson, Houghton Mifflin Co., and Edmund Gosse, the Macmillan Co., will furnish students extensive and standard readings of this master story-teller.

      CRITICISMS

      Björnson, in his masterly character delineations, seldom produces portraits. He gives the reader suggestive glimpses often enough and of the right quality and arrangement to produce a full and vigorous conception of his characters. His female parts are especially well done. His characters present themselves to the reader by unique thinking and choice expressions. Students should analyze The Father for this phase of character building. Note also the simplicity of the words, sentences, paragraphs, and complete story arrangement, the author's originality of story conception and expression, his short, passionate, panting sentences, the poetic atmosphere that sweetens and enriches his virile writing, and the correct, religious pictures he paints of his beloved northland.

      After having read a number of selections from Björnson, students will see that he has a wonderful breadth of treatment for every imaginable subject. He is so universal in his choice of subjects that Lemaître in his Impressions of the Theatre half-humorously and half-ironically puts these words in Björnson's mouth, "I am king in the spiritual kingdom," and "there are two men in Europe who have genius, I and Ibsen, granting that Ibsen has it."

      GENERAL REFERENCES

      Adventures in Criticism, A.T.Q. Couch.

      Essays on Modern Novelists, William Lyon Phelps.

      "Björnsoniana," Dial, January 16, 1903, pp. 37–38.

      "Prophet-Poet of Norway," Cosmopolitan, April, 1903, pp. 621–631.

      "Three Score and Ten," Dial, December, 1902, pp. 383–385.

      COLLATERAL READINGS

      Lectures, Volume I, John L. Stoddard.

      The Making of an American, Chapters 1, 7, and Jacob Riis.

      Myths of Northern Lands. Guerber.

      Synnove Solbakken, Björnson.

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