She
so shy and loving that she could not stand the smallest
reproach, and a severe look was enough to make her cry; conse-
quently she was always ready to deny as soon as she had made
the slightest mistake.
so shy and loving that she could not stand the smallest
reproach, and a severe look was enough to make her cry; conse-
quently she was always ready to deny as soon as she had made
the slightest mistake.
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papers in his office! Why, he could hardly turn about for them.
I made bold to shrug my shoulders once in his presence, and
thank my stars I was not born a gentleman to so much toil and
trouble; but Sir Murtagh took me up short with his old proverb,
“Learning is better than house or land. ” Out of forty-nine suits
which he had, he never lost one but seventeen; the rest he
gained with costs, double costs, treble costs sometimes; but even
that did not pay. He was a very learned man in the law, and
had the character of it; but how it was I can't tell, these suits
that he carried cost him a power of money: in the end he sold
some hundreds a year of the family estate: but he was a very
learned man in the law, and I know nothing of the matter, ex-
cept having a great regard for the family; and I could not help
grieving when he sent me to post up notices of the sale of the
fee-simple of the lands and appurtenances of Timoleague. "I
know, honest Thady,” says he to comfort me, “what I'm about
better than you do; I'm only selling to get the ready money
wanting to carry on my suit with spirit with the Nugents of
Carrickashaughlin. ”
He was very sanguine about that suit with the Nugents of
Carrickashaughlin. He could have gained it, they say, for cer-
tain, had it pleased Heaven to have spared him to us, and it
would have been at the least a plump two thousand a year in
his way; but things were ordered otherwise, — for the best, to be
He dug up a fairy mount against my advice, and had no
luck afterward. Though a learned man in the law, he was a
little too incredulous in other matters. I warned him that I
heard the very Banshee that my grandfather heard under Sir
Patrick's window a few days before his death. But Sir Murtagh
thought nothing of the Banshee, nor of his cough with a spitting
of blood, - brought on, I understand, by catching cold in attend-
ing the courts, and overstraining his chest with making himself
heard in one of his favorite causes. He was a great speaker,
with a powerful voice; but his last speech was not in the courts
at all. He and my lady, though both of the same way of think-
ing in some things, and though she was as good a wife and
great economist as you could see, and he the best of husbands
as to looking into his affairs, and making money for his family,–
yet I don't know how it was, they had a great deal of sparring
and jarring between them. My lady had her privy purse, and
she had her weed ashes, and her sealing money upon the signing
sure.
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All on
of all the leases, with something to buy gloves besides; and
besides, again, often took money from the tenants, if offered
properly, to speak for them to Sir Murtagh about abatements
and renewals. Now the weed ashes and the glove money he
allowed her clear perquisites; though once when he saw her in
a new gown saved out of the weed ashes, he told her to my face
(for he could say a sharp thing) that she should not put on her
weeds before her husband's death. But in a dispute about an
abatement, my lady would have the last word, and Sir Murtagh
grew mad; I was within hearing of the door, and now I wish I
had made bold to step in. He spoke so loud the whole kitchen
was out on the stairs.
a sudden he stopped, and my
lady too. Something has surely happened, thought I- and so it
was, for Sir Murtagh in his passion broke a blood-vessel, and all
the law in the land could do nothing in that case. My lady
sent for five physicians, but Sir Murtagh died, and was buried.
She had a fine jointure settled upon her, and took herself away,
to the great joy of the tenantry. I never said anything one
way or the other, while she was part of the family, but got up
to see her go at three o'clock in the morning. “It's a fine
morning, honest Thady,” says she; “good-by to ye,” and into
the carriage she stepped, without a word more, good or bad, or
even half a crown; but I made my bow, and stood to see her
safe out of sight, for the sake of the family.
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ANNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN
(1849-1892)
A
SONNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN, afterwards Duchess of Ca-
janello, was born in Stockholm, October ist, 1849.
She was
the most prominent among contemporary women writers of
Sweden, and won for herself an eminent position in the world of let-
ters, not only for the truthfulness of her delineation of life, but for
the brilliancy of her style and her skill in using her material. The
circumstances of her early life were comfortable and commonplace.
She was the only daughter of a Swedish rector, and from her mother,
also the daughter of a clergyman, she inherited her literary tenden-
cies. From her parents and her three devoted brothers she received
every encouragement, but with wise foresight they restrained her
desire to publish her early writings; and it was not until her talent
was fully developed that her first book, a collection of stories entitled
Händelsvis? (By Chance), appeared in 1869, under the pseudonym of
«Carlot. ” In 1872 she was married to Gustav Edgren, secretary of the
prefecture in Stockholm; and though fitting and harmonious, this
marriage was undoubtedly one of convenience, brought about by the
altered circumstances of her life.
In 1873 she published the drama (Skådespelerskan' (The Actress),
which held the stage in Stockholm for an entire winter, and this was
followed by Pastorsadjunkten (The Curate), 1876, and Elfvan' (The
Elf), 1880, the latter being even more than usually successful. Her
equipment as a dramatist was surprisingly slender, as until the time
of her engagement to Mr. Edgren she had never visited the theatre,
and necessarily was absolutely ignorant of the technique of the stage.
Nevertheless, her natural dramatic instincts supplied the defects of a
lack of training, and her plays met with almost universal success.
The theme of all her dramas, under various guises, is the same,- the
struggle of a woman's individuality with the conventional environment
of her life. Mrs. Edgren herself laments that she was born a woman,
when nature had so evidently intended her for a man.
Her first work to be published under her own name was in 1882,-
a collection of tales entitled Ur Lifvet (From Life), which were
received with especial applause. Her works were translated into
Danish, Russian, and German, and she now became widely known
as one of the most talented of Swedish writers. In 1883 appeared a
second volume of From Life); and still later, in 1889, yet another
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under the same title. These later stories betrayed a boldness of
thought and expression not before evinced, and placed the author
in the ranks of the radicals. The drama (Sanna Kvinnor' (Ideal
Women) appeared in 1883; Huru Man Gör Godt? (How We do Good)
in 1885; and in 1888, in collaboration with Sónya Kovalevsky, Kam.
pen för Lyckan' (The Struggle for Happiness).
In company with her brother, Professor Mittag-Leffler, she attended
a Mathematical Congress in Algiers, in the early part of the year
1888; and upon the return journey through Italy she made the ac-
quaintance of Signor Pasquale del Pezzo, subsequently Duke of Caja-
nello, a mathematician and friend of her brother, and professor in
the University of Naples. Mrs. Edgren was married to the Duke of
Cajanello in 1890, after the dissolution of her marriage with Mr.
Edgren. After this event she published a romance which attracted
a great deal of attention, called Kvinlighet och Erotik? (Womanli-
ness and Erotics), 1890, and among others the drama (Familjelycka?
(Domestic Happiness), and En Räddende Engel (A Rescuing Angel),
with which last she achieved her greatest dramatic success. Her last
work was a biography of her intimate friend Sónya Kovalevsky.
While in the midst of her literary labors, and in the fullness of her
powers, she died suddenly at Naples, October 21st, 1893.
The subjects of her writings are the deepest questions of life.
Her special theme is the relation between men and women, and in
her studies of the question she has given to the world a series of
types of wonderful vividness and accuracy. The life that she knows
best is the social life of the upper classes; and in all her work, but
particularly in her dramas, she treats its problems with a masculine
vigor and strength. Realism sometimes overshadows poetry, but the
faithfulness of her work is beyond question.
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OPEN SESAME
"I"
had on
T WAS once upon a time" so the fairy stories begin.
At that particular time there was a government clerk, not
precisely young, and a little moth-eaten in appearance, who
was on his way home from the office the day after his wedding.
On the wedding day itself he had also sat in the office and
written until three o'clock. After this he had gone out, and as
usual eaten his frugal midday meal at an unpretending restaurant
in a narrow street, and then had gone home to his upper cham-
ber in an old house in the Österlånggata, in order to get his
somewhat worn dress coat, which had done good and faithful serv-
ice for twelve years. He had speculated a good deal about buy-
ing a new coat for his wedding day, but had at last arrived at
the conclusion that, all in all, it would be a superfluous luxury.
The bride was a telegraph operator, somewhat weakly, and
nervous from labor and want, and of rather an unattractive ex-
terior. The wedding took place in all quietness at the house of
the bride's old unmarried aunt, who lived in Söder. The bride
a black-silk dress, and the newly married pair drove
home in a droschke.
So the wedding day had passed, but now it was the day after.
From ten o'clock on he had sat in his office, just as on all other
days. Now he was on the way home his own home!
That was a strange feeling; indeed, it was such an overpower-
ing feeling that he stood still many times on the way and fell
into a brown study.
A memory of childhood came into his mind.
He saw himself as a little boy, sitting at his father's desk in
the little parsonage, reading fairy tales. How many times had he
read, again and again, his favorite story out of the Arabian
Nights of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves! How his heart
had beaten in longing suspense, when he stood with the hero of
the story outside the closed door of the mountain and called,
first gently and a little anxiously, afterwards loudly and boldly:
Sesame, Sesame! Open Sesame! ”
And when the mountain opened its door, what splendor! The
poor room of the parsonage was transformed into the rich treas-
ure chamber of the mountain, and round about on the walls
gleamed the most splendid jewels. There were, besides horses
and carriages, beautifully rigged ships, weapons, armor - all the
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best that a child's fantasy could dream. His old father looked
in astonishment at his youngest child, it was so long since he
himself had been a child, and all the others were already grown
up. He did not understand him, but asked him half reprovingly
what he was thinking about, that his eyes glistened so.
Thus he also came to think about his youth, about his student
years at Upsala. He was a poet, a singer; he had the name of
being greatly gifted, and stood high in his comrades' estimation.
What if any one had told him at that time that he should end as
a petty government clerk, be married to a telegraph operator,
and live in the Repslagaregata in Söder! Bah! Life had a
thousand possibilities. The future's perspective was illimitable.
Nothing was impossible. No honor was so great that he could
not attain it; no woman so beautiful that he could not win her.
What did it signify that he was poor, that he was only named
Andersson, and that he was the eighth child of a poor parson,
who himself was peasant-born ? Had not most of the nation's
gifted men sprung from the ranks of the people ? Yes, his en-
dowments, they were the magic charm, the Open Sesame! ”
which were to admit him to all the splendors of life.
As to how things, later on, had gone with him, he did not
allow himself to think. Either his endowments had not been as
great as he had believed, or the difficulties of living had stifled
them, or fortune had not been with him: enough, it had hap-
pened to him as to Ali Baba's wicked brother Casim, who stood
inside the mountain only to find out to his horror that he had
forgotten the magic charm, and in the anguish of death beat
about in his memory to recall it. That was a cruel time - but
it was not worth while now to think about it longer.
Rapidly one thought followed upon another in his mind. Now
he came to think upon the crown princess, who had made a royal
entrance into the capital just at this time. He had received per-
mission to accompany his superiors and stand in the festal pavil-
ion when she landed. That was a glorious moment. The poet's
gifts of his youth were not far from awakening again in the
exaltation of the moment; and had he still been the young
applauding poet of earlier days, instead of the neglected govern-
ment clerk, he would probably have written a festal poem and
sent it to the Post.
For it was fine to be the Princess Victoria at that moment.
It was one of the occasions that life has not many of. To be
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nineteen years old, newly married to a young husband, loved and
loving, and to make a ceremonious entry into one's future capital,
which is in festal array and lies fabulously beautiful in the
autumn sun, to be greeted with shouts of joy by countless
masses of men, and to be so inexperienced in life that one has
no presentiment of the shadows which hide themselves back of
this bright picture — yes, that might indeed be an unforgettable
moment; one of those that only fall to the lot of few mortals, so
that they seem to belong more to the world of fable than to
reality! Had the magic charm, "Open Sesame! ” conjured up
anything more beautiful ?
And yet! yet! - The government clerk had neared his home
and stood in front of his own door. No, the crown prince was
surely not happier when he led his bride into his rejoicing capi-
tal, than was he at this moment. He had found again the long-
lost magic charm. The little knob there on the door — that was
his Open Sesame! ” He needed only to press upon it, when
the mountain would again open its treasures to him — not weap-
ons and gleaming armor as in his childhood — not honors and
homage and social position as in his youth—no, something better
than all these. Something that forms the kernel itself of all
human happiness, upon the heights of life as well as in its most
concealed hiding-places- a heart that only beat for him, his own
home, where there was one who longed for him—a wife! Yes,
a wife whom he loved, not with the first passion of youth, but
with the tenderness and faithfulness of manhood.
He stood outside his own door; he was tired and hungry, and
his wife waited for him at the midday meal; that was, to be
sure, commonplace and unimportant - and yet it was so wonder-
fully new and attractive.
Gently, cautiously as a child who had been given a new play-
thing, he pressed upon the little knob on the door - and then
he stood still with restrained breath and listened for the light
quick step that approached.
It was just as though in his childhood he stood outside the
mountain and called, first gently and half in fear, and then
loudly and with a voice trembling with glad expectation, «Sesame,
Sesame! Open Sesame ! »
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A BALL IN HIGH LIFE
From A Rescuing Angel
T.
He counselor's wife sat down on the sofa with her hands
folded in her lap. Arla remained standing a little farther
away, so that the green lamp-shade left her face in shadow.
“My little girl,” began her mother in a mild voice, do not
feel hurt, but I must make a few remarks on your behavior
to-night. First of all, you will have to hold yourself a little
straighter when you dance. This tendency to droop the head
looks very badly. I noticed it especially when you danced with
Captain Lagerskiöld — and do you know, it looked almost as if
you were leaning your head against his shoulder. ”
Arla blushed; she did not know why, but this reproach hurt
her deeply.
«The dancing-teacher always said that to dance well one must
lean toward one's partner,” she objected in a raised voice.
“If that is so, it is better not to dance so well,” answered her
mother seriously. And another thing. I heard you ask Mr.
Örn to excuse you.
And you danced the cotillon after all. ”
“I suppose one has a right to dance with whom one pleases. ”
“One never has a right to hurt others; and besides, you said
to Mr. Örn that you were tired out and not able to dance again.
How could you then immediately after —
«Captain Lagerskiöld leads so well,” she said, lifting her head,
and her mother saw that her eyes were shining. “To dance
with him is no exertion. ”
Her mother seemed inclined to say something, but hesitated.
“Come a little nearer,” she said. « Let me look at you. "
Arla came up, knelt down on a footstool, hid her face in her
mother's dress, and began to cry softly.
"I shall have to tell you, then,” said her mother, smoothing
her hair. “Poor child, don't give yourself up to these dreams.
Captain Lagerskiöld is the kind of a man that I should have pre-
ferred never to have asked to our house. He is a man entirely
without character and principles - to be frank, a bad man. ”
Arla raised her tear-stained face quickly.
"I know that,” she said almost triumphantly. “He told me
so himself. ”
Her mother was silent with astonishment, and Arla continued,
rising, «He has never had any parents nor any home, but has
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always been surrounded with temptations. And,” she went on
in a lower voice, he has never found any one that he could
really love, and it is only through love that he can be rescued
from the dark powers that have ruled his life. ”
She repeated almost word for word what he had said. He
had expressed himself in so commonplace a way, and she was so
far from suspecting what his confession really meant, that she
would not have been able to clothe them in her own words.
She had only a vague impression that he was unhappy and sin-
ful — and that she should save him. Sinful was to her a mere
abstract idea: everybody was full of sin, and his sin was very
likely that he lived without God. He had perhaps never learned
to pray, and maybe he never went to church or took the com-
munion. She knew that there were men who never did. And
then perhaps he had been engaged to Cecilia, and had broken
the engagement when he saw that he did not really love her.
“And all this he has told you already! ” exclaimed her mother,
when she got over her first surprise. “Well then, I can also
guess what he said further. Do you want me to tell you ? You
are the first girl he has really loved — you are to be his rescuing
angel-
Arla made a faint exclamation.
“You do not suppose I have been listening? ” asked her
mother. "I know it without that; men like this always speak
so when they want to win an innocent girl. When I was young
I had an admirer of this kind — that is not an uncommon experi-
1
ence. ”
Not uncommon! These words were
not said
to her only;
other men had said the same before this to other young girls!
Oh! but not in the same way, at any rate! thought Arla. As he
had said them — with such a look —- such a voice — no, nobody
else could ever have done that.
“And you didn't understand that a man who can make a
young girl a declaration of love the first time he sees her must
be superficial and not to be trusted ? ” continued her mother.
"Mamma does not know what love is,” thought Arla. « She
does not know that it is born in a moment and lasts for life.
She has of course never loved papa; then they would not be so
matter-of-fact now. ”
“And what did you answer? ” asked her mother.
Arla turned away. “I answered nothing,” she said in a low
voice.
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( Then
was
The mother's troubled face grew a little brighter.
« That was right," she said, patting her on the cheek.
you left him at once. ”
Arla was on the point of saying, "Not at once, but she
could not make this confession. Other questions would then fol-
low, and she would be obliged to describe what had happened.
Describe a scene like this to her mother, who did not know
what love was! That was impossible! So she said yes, but in
so weak and troubled a voice that her mother at once saw it
was not true. This was not Arla's first untruth; on the con-
trary, she had often been guilty of this fault when a child.
She
so shy and loving that she could not stand the smallest
reproach, and a severe look was enough to make her cry; conse-
quently she was always ready to deny as soon as she had made
the slightest mistake. But when her mother took her face be-
tween her hands and looked straight into her eyes, she saw at
once how matters stood, for the eyes could hide nothing. And
since Arla grew older she had fought so much against this weak-
ness that she had almost exaggerated her truthfulness.
She was
now as quick to confess what might bring displeasure on herself,
as if she were afraid of giving temptation the slightest room.
The mother, who with deep joy had noticed her many little
victories over herself, was painfully impressed by this relapse.
She could not now treat Arla as she had done when she was a
little girl. Instead of this, she opened the Bible by one of the
many book-marks, with a somewhat trembling hand.
“Although it is late, shall we not read a chapter together,
as we always do before we go to bed ? ” she asked, and looked
up at her daughter.
Arla stepped back, and cast an almost frightened glance at
the little footstool where she had been sitting at her mother's
knee every evening since she was a little girl. All this seemed
now so strange - it was no longer herself, it was a little younger
sister, who used to sit there and confess to her mother all her
dreams and all her little sorrows.
“I don't want to — I cannot read to-night. ”
Her mother laid the book down again, gave her daughter a
mild, sad look and said, “Then remember, my child, that this
was the consequence of your first ball. ”
Arla bent her head and left the room slowly. Her mother
let her go; she found it wisest to leave her to herself until her
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emotion had somewhat worn itself out. Arla would not go into
her own room; she dreaded Gurli's chatter; she had to be alone
to get control over her thoughts. In the drawing-room she
found her father.
“Is mamma in her room ? ” he asked.
« Yes. ”
“Is she alone ? Are the children asleep? ”
“Yes, mamma is alone. ”
“Well! Good-night, my girl. ” He kissed her lips and went
into the bedroom.
Arla opened a window in the drawing-room to let out the hot
air, and then began to walk up and down wrapped in a large
shawl, enjoying the clear cold winter moonlight, which played
over the snow and hid itself behind the trees in the park outside
the window. There they were to meet to-morrow! Oh, if only
he had said now, at once! If only she could slip out now in her
thin gown, and he could wrap his cape around her to keep her
warm — she did not remember that the men of to-day did not
wear capes like Romeo — and if then they could have gone away
together - far, far away from this prosaic world, where nobody
understood that two hearts could meet and find each other from
the first moment.
She was not left alone long; a door was opened, light steps
came tripping, and a white apparition in night-gown stood in the
full light of the moonbeam.
“But Arla, are you never, never coming ? ”
“Why, Gurli dear, why aren't you asleep long ago ? ”
“Eh? do you think I can sleep before I have heard some-
thing about the ball ? Come in now; how cold it is here ! »
She was so cold that she shivered in her thin night-gown, but
clung nevertheless to her sister, who was standing by the window.
"Go; you are catching cold. ”
"I don't care,” she said, chattering. “I am not going till you
come. ”
Arla was, as usual, obliged to give in to the younger sister's
strong will.
She closed the window and they went into their
room, where Gurli crept into bed again and drew the cover up
to her very chin. Arla began to unfasten her dress and take the
flowers out of her hair.
“Well, I suppose you had a divine time," came a voice from
the bed behind chattering teeth. There was nothing to be seen
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of Gurli but a pair of impatient dark eyes, under a wilderness of
brown hair.
Arla was sitting at the toilet-table, her back to her sister.
"Oh yes,” she said.
“I see on your card that you danced two dances with Captain
Lagerskiöld. I suppose he dances awfully well, eh? ”
“Do you know him ? ” asked Arla, and turned on the chair.
"Oh yes, I do. Didn't he ask for me?
“Yes, now I remember. He said he had seen you with the
children on the coasting-hill. You must have been a little rude
to him ?
The whole head came out above the cover now.
“Rude! how ? »
He said something about your being so pert. ”
“Pert? Oh, what a fib you do tell! » cried Gurli, and sat up
in bed with a jump.
"I don't usually tell stories,” said Arla with wounded dignity,
but blushed at the same time.
“Oh yes, you do now, I am sure you do. I don't believe
you, if you don't tell me word for word what he said. Who
began talking of me? And what did he say? And what did you
say ? )
You had better tell me why you are so much interested in
him,” said Arla in the somewhat superior tone of the elder sister.
« That is none of your business. I will tell you that I am no
longer a little girl, as you seem to think. And even though I
am treated like a child here at home, there are others who —
who- »
"Are you not a child ? ” said Arla. “You are not confirmed
yet. ”
“Oh, is that it ? That 'confirmation' is only a ceremony,
which I submit to for mamma's sake. And don't imagine that it
is confirmation which makes women of us; no indeed, it is some-
thing else. ”
“What then ? ” asked Arla, much surprised.
“It is - it is — love," burst out Gurli, and hid her head under
the covers.
“Love! But Gurli, how you do talk! What do you know
about that? You, a little schoolgirl! ”
"Don't say little schoolgirl — that makes me furious,” cried
Gurli, as she pushed the cover aside with both hands and jumped
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out on the floor. « Then you are much more of a schoolgirl than
I. Is there perhaps any man who has told you that he loves
you? Is there ? »
"Oh, but Gurli, what nonsense,” said Arla laughing out-
right. "Has really one of Arvid's friends -->
«Arvid's friends! ” repeated Gurli with an expression of in-
describable contempt. “Do you think such little boys would
dare? Ph! I would give them a box on the ear,— that would be
the quickest way of getting rid of such little whipper-snappers.
No indeed; it is a man, a real man a man that any girl would
envy me.
She was so pretty as she stood there in her white gown, with
her dancing eyes and thick hair standing like a dark cloud around
her rosy young face, that a light broke on Arla, and a suspicion
of the truth flashed through her mind.
“It is not possible that you mean of course you don't mean
– him — that you just spoke of — Captain Lagerskiöld ? ”
“And what if it were he! ” cried Gurli, who in her triumph
forgot to keep her secret. Arla's usual modest self-possession
left her completely at this news.
Captain Lagerskiöld has told you that he loves you! ” she
cried with a sharp and cutting voice, unlike her usual mild tone.
“Oh, how wicked, how wicked! »
She hid her face in her hands and burst out crying.
Gurli was frightened at her violent outbreak. She must have
done something awful, that Arla, who was always so quiet, should
carry on so. She crept close up to her sister, half ashamed and
half frightened, and whispered:–«He has only said it once. It
was the day before yesterday, and I ran away from him at
once — I thought it was so silly, and — »
“ Day before yesterday! ” cried Arla and looked up with
frightened, wondering eyes. "Day before yesterday he told you
that he loved you ? ”
« Yes; if only you will not be so awfully put out, I will tell
you all about it.
He used to come up to the coasting-hill a great
deal lately, and then we walked up and down in the park and
talked, and when I wanted to coast he helped me get a start,
and drew my sleigh up-hill again. At first I did not notice him
much, but then I saw he was very nice — he would look at me
sometimes for a long, long time — and you can't imagine how he
does look at one! And then day before yesterday he began by
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((
saying that I had such pretty eyes — and then he said that such
a happy little sunbeam as I could light up his whole life, and
that if he could not meet me, he would not know what to do »
“Gurli! ” cried Arla, and grasped her sister's arm violently.
"Do you love him ? »
Gurli let her eyes wander a little, and looked shy.
“I think I doI have read in the novels Arvid borrowed in
school - only don't tell mamma anything about it; but I have
read that when you are in love you always have such an awful
palpitation of the heart when he comes — and when I merely
catch sight of him far off on the hill in Kommandörsgatan, I felt
as if I should strangle. ”
'Captain Lagerskiöld is a bad, bad man! » sobbed Arla, and
rushed out of the room, hiding her face in her hands.
The counselor's wife was still up and was reading, while her
husband had gone to bed. A tall screen standing at the foot of
the bed kept the light away from the sleeper. The counselor
had just had a talk with his wife, which most likely would keep
her awake for the greater part of the night; but he had fallen
asleep as soon as he had spoken to the point.
You must forgive me that I cannot quite approve your way
of fulfilling your duties as hostess,” he had said when he came
in to her.
His wife crossed her hands on the table and looked up at him
with a mild and patient face.
“You show your likes and dislikes too much,” he continued,
« and think too little of the claims of social usage. For instance,
to pay so much attention to Mrs. Ekström and her daughters –»
“It was because nobody else paid any attention to them. ”
“But even so, my dear, a drawing-room is not a charity in-
stitution, I take it. Etiquette goes before everything else. And
then you were almost rude to Admiral Hornfeldt's wife, who is
one of the first women in society. ”
“Forgive me; but I cannot be cordial to a woman for whom
I have no respect. ”
The counselor shrugged his shoulders with a gesture of great
impatience.
“I wish you could learn to see how wrong it is to let your-
self be influenced by these moral views in society. ”
His wife was silent; it was her usual way of ending a conver-
sation which she knew could lead to no result, since each kept
his own opinion after all.
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1
“Did you notice Arla ? ” asked the counselor.
« Yes. Why? ”
« Did you not see that she made herself conspicuous by taking
such an interest in this outlived Lagerskiöld ? »
"I asked you not to invite Captain Lagerskiöld,” said his wife
mildly.
“The trouble is not there,” interrupted her husband; "but
the trouble is that your daughter is brought up to be a goose
who understands nothing. That is the result of your convent
system. Girls so guarded are always ready to fall into the arms
of the first man who knows somewhat how to impress them. ”
This was the counselor's last remark before he fell asleep. It
awakened a feeling of great bitterness and hopelessness in his
wife. Her heart felt heavy at the thought of all the frivolity, all
the impurity into which her girls were to be thrown one after
another. When Arla, in whose earnestness and purity of charac-
ter she had so great a confidence, had shown herself so little
proof against temptation, what then would become of Gurli, who
had such dangerous tendencies ? And the two little ones who
were now sleeping soundly in the nursery?
« To what use is then all the striving and all the prayers ? ”
she asked herself. What good then does it do to try to protect
the children from evil, if just this makes them more of a prey
to temptation ? ”
She laid her arms on the table and rested her forehead on her
hands. The awful question “What is the use of it? what is
the use of it ? ” lay heavy upon her.
Then there came a soft knock at her door; it was opened a
little, and a timid voice whispered, “Is mamma alone? May I
come in ? »
A ray of happiness came into the mother's face.
"Come in, my child,” she whispered, and stretched out her
hands toward her. "Papa sleeps so soundly, you need not be
afraid of waking him. ”
Arla came in on tiptoe, dressed in white gown and dressing-
sack and with her hair loose. There were red spots on her
cheeks, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She knelt down
gently beside her mother, hid her face in her mother's dress, and
whispered in a voice trembling with suppressed tears, “Will you
read to me now, mamma? ”
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JONATHAN EDWARDS
(1703-1758)
BY EGBERT C. SMYTH
ROBABLY for most persons the influence of Edwards will longest
survive through his wonderful personality. From the days
of Plato,” says a writer in the Westminster Review, “there
has been no life of more simple and imposing grandeur. ” There
are four memoirs. The earliest is from Samuel Hopkins, D. D. , a
pupil and intimate friend. It has the quaint charm of Walton's
Lives. ” The second, by Sereno Edwards Dwight, D. D. , is much
more complete. He first brought to light
the remarkable early papers on topics in
physics, natural history, and philosophy.
Dr. Samuel Miller's, in Sparks's Library
of American Biography,' is mainly a brief
compend. The latest Life is by Professor
Alexander V. E. Allen, D. D. It endeavors
to show “what he [Edwards) thought, and
how he came to think as he did, and is
an interesting and important contribution
to a critical study of his works. There is
still need of an adequate biography, which
can only be written in connection with a
thorough study of the manuscripts.
JONATHAN EDWARDS
A
more full and critical edition of Edwards's writings is also much to
be desired.
Edwards's first publication (1731) was a sermon preached in Boston
on ‘God Glorified in Man's Dependence. The conditions under which
it was produced afford striking contrasts to those attendant upon
Schleiermacher's epoch-making “Reden über Religion'; but the same
note of absolute dependence upon God is struck by each with mas-
terly power. A yet more characteristic and deeply spiritual utter-
ance was given in the next published discourse, entitled (A Divine
and Supernatural Light Immediately Imparted to the Soul by the
Spirit of God, Shown to be both a Scriptural and Rational Doctrine)
(1734). These two sermons are of primary significance for a right
understanding of their author's teaching. All is of God; faith is
sensibleness of what is real in the work of redemption; this reality
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JONATHAN EDWARDS
as
is divinely and transcendently excellent; this quality of it is revealed
to the soul by the Holy Spirit, and becomes the spring of all holi-
ness. «The central idea of his system,” says Henry B. Smith, "is
that of spiritual life (holy love) as the gift of divine grace.
5160
MARIA EDGEWORTH
papers in his office! Why, he could hardly turn about for them.
I made bold to shrug my shoulders once in his presence, and
thank my stars I was not born a gentleman to so much toil and
trouble; but Sir Murtagh took me up short with his old proverb,
“Learning is better than house or land. ” Out of forty-nine suits
which he had, he never lost one but seventeen; the rest he
gained with costs, double costs, treble costs sometimes; but even
that did not pay. He was a very learned man in the law, and
had the character of it; but how it was I can't tell, these suits
that he carried cost him a power of money: in the end he sold
some hundreds a year of the family estate: but he was a very
learned man in the law, and I know nothing of the matter, ex-
cept having a great regard for the family; and I could not help
grieving when he sent me to post up notices of the sale of the
fee-simple of the lands and appurtenances of Timoleague. "I
know, honest Thady,” says he to comfort me, “what I'm about
better than you do; I'm only selling to get the ready money
wanting to carry on my suit with spirit with the Nugents of
Carrickashaughlin. ”
He was very sanguine about that suit with the Nugents of
Carrickashaughlin. He could have gained it, they say, for cer-
tain, had it pleased Heaven to have spared him to us, and it
would have been at the least a plump two thousand a year in
his way; but things were ordered otherwise, — for the best, to be
He dug up a fairy mount against my advice, and had no
luck afterward. Though a learned man in the law, he was a
little too incredulous in other matters. I warned him that I
heard the very Banshee that my grandfather heard under Sir
Patrick's window a few days before his death. But Sir Murtagh
thought nothing of the Banshee, nor of his cough with a spitting
of blood, - brought on, I understand, by catching cold in attend-
ing the courts, and overstraining his chest with making himself
heard in one of his favorite causes. He was a great speaker,
with a powerful voice; but his last speech was not in the courts
at all. He and my lady, though both of the same way of think-
ing in some things, and though she was as good a wife and
great economist as you could see, and he the best of husbands
as to looking into his affairs, and making money for his family,–
yet I don't know how it was, they had a great deal of sparring
and jarring between them. My lady had her privy purse, and
she had her weed ashes, and her sealing money upon the signing
sure.
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All on
of all the leases, with something to buy gloves besides; and
besides, again, often took money from the tenants, if offered
properly, to speak for them to Sir Murtagh about abatements
and renewals. Now the weed ashes and the glove money he
allowed her clear perquisites; though once when he saw her in
a new gown saved out of the weed ashes, he told her to my face
(for he could say a sharp thing) that she should not put on her
weeds before her husband's death. But in a dispute about an
abatement, my lady would have the last word, and Sir Murtagh
grew mad; I was within hearing of the door, and now I wish I
had made bold to step in. He spoke so loud the whole kitchen
was out on the stairs.
a sudden he stopped, and my
lady too. Something has surely happened, thought I- and so it
was, for Sir Murtagh in his passion broke a blood-vessel, and all
the law in the land could do nothing in that case. My lady
sent for five physicians, but Sir Murtagh died, and was buried.
She had a fine jointure settled upon her, and took herself away,
to the great joy of the tenantry. I never said anything one
way or the other, while she was part of the family, but got up
to see her go at three o'clock in the morning. “It's a fine
morning, honest Thady,” says she; “good-by to ye,” and into
the carriage she stepped, without a word more, good or bad, or
even half a crown; but I made my bow, and stood to see her
safe out of sight, for the sake of the family.
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5162
ANNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN
(1849-1892)
A
SONNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN, afterwards Duchess of Ca-
janello, was born in Stockholm, October ist, 1849.
She was
the most prominent among contemporary women writers of
Sweden, and won for herself an eminent position in the world of let-
ters, not only for the truthfulness of her delineation of life, but for
the brilliancy of her style and her skill in using her material. The
circumstances of her early life were comfortable and commonplace.
She was the only daughter of a Swedish rector, and from her mother,
also the daughter of a clergyman, she inherited her literary tenden-
cies. From her parents and her three devoted brothers she received
every encouragement, but with wise foresight they restrained her
desire to publish her early writings; and it was not until her talent
was fully developed that her first book, a collection of stories entitled
Händelsvis? (By Chance), appeared in 1869, under the pseudonym of
«Carlot. ” In 1872 she was married to Gustav Edgren, secretary of the
prefecture in Stockholm; and though fitting and harmonious, this
marriage was undoubtedly one of convenience, brought about by the
altered circumstances of her life.
In 1873 she published the drama (Skådespelerskan' (The Actress),
which held the stage in Stockholm for an entire winter, and this was
followed by Pastorsadjunkten (The Curate), 1876, and Elfvan' (The
Elf), 1880, the latter being even more than usually successful. Her
equipment as a dramatist was surprisingly slender, as until the time
of her engagement to Mr. Edgren she had never visited the theatre,
and necessarily was absolutely ignorant of the technique of the stage.
Nevertheless, her natural dramatic instincts supplied the defects of a
lack of training, and her plays met with almost universal success.
The theme of all her dramas, under various guises, is the same,- the
struggle of a woman's individuality with the conventional environment
of her life. Mrs. Edgren herself laments that she was born a woman,
when nature had so evidently intended her for a man.
Her first work to be published under her own name was in 1882,-
a collection of tales entitled Ur Lifvet (From Life), which were
received with especial applause. Her works were translated into
Danish, Russian, and German, and she now became widely known
as one of the most talented of Swedish writers. In 1883 appeared a
second volume of From Life); and still later, in 1889, yet another
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under the same title. These later stories betrayed a boldness of
thought and expression not before evinced, and placed the author
in the ranks of the radicals. The drama (Sanna Kvinnor' (Ideal
Women) appeared in 1883; Huru Man Gör Godt? (How We do Good)
in 1885; and in 1888, in collaboration with Sónya Kovalevsky, Kam.
pen för Lyckan' (The Struggle for Happiness).
In company with her brother, Professor Mittag-Leffler, she attended
a Mathematical Congress in Algiers, in the early part of the year
1888; and upon the return journey through Italy she made the ac-
quaintance of Signor Pasquale del Pezzo, subsequently Duke of Caja-
nello, a mathematician and friend of her brother, and professor in
the University of Naples. Mrs. Edgren was married to the Duke of
Cajanello in 1890, after the dissolution of her marriage with Mr.
Edgren. After this event she published a romance which attracted
a great deal of attention, called Kvinlighet och Erotik? (Womanli-
ness and Erotics), 1890, and among others the drama (Familjelycka?
(Domestic Happiness), and En Räddende Engel (A Rescuing Angel),
with which last she achieved her greatest dramatic success. Her last
work was a biography of her intimate friend Sónya Kovalevsky.
While in the midst of her literary labors, and in the fullness of her
powers, she died suddenly at Naples, October 21st, 1893.
The subjects of her writings are the deepest questions of life.
Her special theme is the relation between men and women, and in
her studies of the question she has given to the world a series of
types of wonderful vividness and accuracy. The life that she knows
best is the social life of the upper classes; and in all her work, but
particularly in her dramas, she treats its problems with a masculine
vigor and strength. Realism sometimes overshadows poetry, but the
faithfulness of her work is beyond question.
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5164
ANNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN
OPEN SESAME
"I"
had on
T WAS once upon a time" so the fairy stories begin.
At that particular time there was a government clerk, not
precisely young, and a little moth-eaten in appearance, who
was on his way home from the office the day after his wedding.
On the wedding day itself he had also sat in the office and
written until three o'clock. After this he had gone out, and as
usual eaten his frugal midday meal at an unpretending restaurant
in a narrow street, and then had gone home to his upper cham-
ber in an old house in the Österlånggata, in order to get his
somewhat worn dress coat, which had done good and faithful serv-
ice for twelve years. He had speculated a good deal about buy-
ing a new coat for his wedding day, but had at last arrived at
the conclusion that, all in all, it would be a superfluous luxury.
The bride was a telegraph operator, somewhat weakly, and
nervous from labor and want, and of rather an unattractive ex-
terior. The wedding took place in all quietness at the house of
the bride's old unmarried aunt, who lived in Söder. The bride
a black-silk dress, and the newly married pair drove
home in a droschke.
So the wedding day had passed, but now it was the day after.
From ten o'clock on he had sat in his office, just as on all other
days. Now he was on the way home his own home!
That was a strange feeling; indeed, it was such an overpower-
ing feeling that he stood still many times on the way and fell
into a brown study.
A memory of childhood came into his mind.
He saw himself as a little boy, sitting at his father's desk in
the little parsonage, reading fairy tales. How many times had he
read, again and again, his favorite story out of the Arabian
Nights of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves! How his heart
had beaten in longing suspense, when he stood with the hero of
the story outside the closed door of the mountain and called,
first gently and a little anxiously, afterwards loudly and boldly:
Sesame, Sesame! Open Sesame! ”
And when the mountain opened its door, what splendor! The
poor room of the parsonage was transformed into the rich treas-
ure chamber of the mountain, and round about on the walls
gleamed the most splendid jewels. There were, besides horses
and carriages, beautifully rigged ships, weapons, armor - all the
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5165
best that a child's fantasy could dream. His old father looked
in astonishment at his youngest child, it was so long since he
himself had been a child, and all the others were already grown
up. He did not understand him, but asked him half reprovingly
what he was thinking about, that his eyes glistened so.
Thus he also came to think about his youth, about his student
years at Upsala. He was a poet, a singer; he had the name of
being greatly gifted, and stood high in his comrades' estimation.
What if any one had told him at that time that he should end as
a petty government clerk, be married to a telegraph operator,
and live in the Repslagaregata in Söder! Bah! Life had a
thousand possibilities. The future's perspective was illimitable.
Nothing was impossible. No honor was so great that he could
not attain it; no woman so beautiful that he could not win her.
What did it signify that he was poor, that he was only named
Andersson, and that he was the eighth child of a poor parson,
who himself was peasant-born ? Had not most of the nation's
gifted men sprung from the ranks of the people ? Yes, his en-
dowments, they were the magic charm, the Open Sesame! ”
which were to admit him to all the splendors of life.
As to how things, later on, had gone with him, he did not
allow himself to think. Either his endowments had not been as
great as he had believed, or the difficulties of living had stifled
them, or fortune had not been with him: enough, it had hap-
pened to him as to Ali Baba's wicked brother Casim, who stood
inside the mountain only to find out to his horror that he had
forgotten the magic charm, and in the anguish of death beat
about in his memory to recall it. That was a cruel time - but
it was not worth while now to think about it longer.
Rapidly one thought followed upon another in his mind. Now
he came to think upon the crown princess, who had made a royal
entrance into the capital just at this time. He had received per-
mission to accompany his superiors and stand in the festal pavil-
ion when she landed. That was a glorious moment. The poet's
gifts of his youth were not far from awakening again in the
exaltation of the moment; and had he still been the young
applauding poet of earlier days, instead of the neglected govern-
ment clerk, he would probably have written a festal poem and
sent it to the Post.
For it was fine to be the Princess Victoria at that moment.
It was one of the occasions that life has not many of. To be
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ANNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN
nineteen years old, newly married to a young husband, loved and
loving, and to make a ceremonious entry into one's future capital,
which is in festal array and lies fabulously beautiful in the
autumn sun, to be greeted with shouts of joy by countless
masses of men, and to be so inexperienced in life that one has
no presentiment of the shadows which hide themselves back of
this bright picture — yes, that might indeed be an unforgettable
moment; one of those that only fall to the lot of few mortals, so
that they seem to belong more to the world of fable than to
reality! Had the magic charm, "Open Sesame! ” conjured up
anything more beautiful ?
And yet! yet! - The government clerk had neared his home
and stood in front of his own door. No, the crown prince was
surely not happier when he led his bride into his rejoicing capi-
tal, than was he at this moment. He had found again the long-
lost magic charm. The little knob there on the door — that was
his Open Sesame! ” He needed only to press upon it, when
the mountain would again open its treasures to him — not weap-
ons and gleaming armor as in his childhood — not honors and
homage and social position as in his youth—no, something better
than all these. Something that forms the kernel itself of all
human happiness, upon the heights of life as well as in its most
concealed hiding-places- a heart that only beat for him, his own
home, where there was one who longed for him—a wife! Yes,
a wife whom he loved, not with the first passion of youth, but
with the tenderness and faithfulness of manhood.
He stood outside his own door; he was tired and hungry, and
his wife waited for him at the midday meal; that was, to be
sure, commonplace and unimportant - and yet it was so wonder-
fully new and attractive.
Gently, cautiously as a child who had been given a new play-
thing, he pressed upon the little knob on the door - and then
he stood still with restrained breath and listened for the light
quick step that approached.
It was just as though in his childhood he stood outside the
mountain and called, first gently and half in fear, and then
loudly and with a voice trembling with glad expectation, «Sesame,
Sesame! Open Sesame ! »
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature,' by William H.
Carpenter
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A BALL IN HIGH LIFE
From A Rescuing Angel
T.
He counselor's wife sat down on the sofa with her hands
folded in her lap. Arla remained standing a little farther
away, so that the green lamp-shade left her face in shadow.
“My little girl,” began her mother in a mild voice, do not
feel hurt, but I must make a few remarks on your behavior
to-night. First of all, you will have to hold yourself a little
straighter when you dance. This tendency to droop the head
looks very badly. I noticed it especially when you danced with
Captain Lagerskiöld — and do you know, it looked almost as if
you were leaning your head against his shoulder. ”
Arla blushed; she did not know why, but this reproach hurt
her deeply.
«The dancing-teacher always said that to dance well one must
lean toward one's partner,” she objected in a raised voice.
“If that is so, it is better not to dance so well,” answered her
mother seriously. And another thing. I heard you ask Mr.
Örn to excuse you.
And you danced the cotillon after all. ”
“I suppose one has a right to dance with whom one pleases. ”
“One never has a right to hurt others; and besides, you said
to Mr. Örn that you were tired out and not able to dance again.
How could you then immediately after —
«Captain Lagerskiöld leads so well,” she said, lifting her head,
and her mother saw that her eyes were shining. “To dance
with him is no exertion. ”
Her mother seemed inclined to say something, but hesitated.
“Come a little nearer,” she said. « Let me look at you. "
Arla came up, knelt down on a footstool, hid her face in her
mother's dress, and began to cry softly.
"I shall have to tell you, then,” said her mother, smoothing
her hair. “Poor child, don't give yourself up to these dreams.
Captain Lagerskiöld is the kind of a man that I should have pre-
ferred never to have asked to our house. He is a man entirely
without character and principles - to be frank, a bad man. ”
Arla raised her tear-stained face quickly.
"I know that,” she said almost triumphantly. “He told me
so himself. ”
Her mother was silent with astonishment, and Arla continued,
rising, «He has never had any parents nor any home, but has
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ANNE CHARLOTTE LEFFLER EDGREN
always been surrounded with temptations. And,” she went on
in a lower voice, he has never found any one that he could
really love, and it is only through love that he can be rescued
from the dark powers that have ruled his life. ”
She repeated almost word for word what he had said. He
had expressed himself in so commonplace a way, and she was so
far from suspecting what his confession really meant, that she
would not have been able to clothe them in her own words.
She had only a vague impression that he was unhappy and sin-
ful — and that she should save him. Sinful was to her a mere
abstract idea: everybody was full of sin, and his sin was very
likely that he lived without God. He had perhaps never learned
to pray, and maybe he never went to church or took the com-
munion. She knew that there were men who never did. And
then perhaps he had been engaged to Cecilia, and had broken
the engagement when he saw that he did not really love her.
“And all this he has told you already! ” exclaimed her mother,
when she got over her first surprise. “Well then, I can also
guess what he said further. Do you want me to tell you ? You
are the first girl he has really loved — you are to be his rescuing
angel-
Arla made a faint exclamation.
“You do not suppose I have been listening? ” asked her
mother. "I know it without that; men like this always speak
so when they want to win an innocent girl. When I was young
I had an admirer of this kind — that is not an uncommon experi-
1
ence. ”
Not uncommon! These words were
not said
to her only;
other men had said the same before this to other young girls!
Oh! but not in the same way, at any rate! thought Arla. As he
had said them — with such a look —- such a voice — no, nobody
else could ever have done that.
“And you didn't understand that a man who can make a
young girl a declaration of love the first time he sees her must
be superficial and not to be trusted ? ” continued her mother.
"Mamma does not know what love is,” thought Arla. « She
does not know that it is born in a moment and lasts for life.
She has of course never loved papa; then they would not be so
matter-of-fact now. ”
“And what did you answer? ” asked her mother.
Arla turned away. “I answered nothing,” she said in a low
voice.
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( Then
was
The mother's troubled face grew a little brighter.
« That was right," she said, patting her on the cheek.
you left him at once. ”
Arla was on the point of saying, "Not at once, but she
could not make this confession. Other questions would then fol-
low, and she would be obliged to describe what had happened.
Describe a scene like this to her mother, who did not know
what love was! That was impossible! So she said yes, but in
so weak and troubled a voice that her mother at once saw it
was not true. This was not Arla's first untruth; on the con-
trary, she had often been guilty of this fault when a child.
She
so shy and loving that she could not stand the smallest
reproach, and a severe look was enough to make her cry; conse-
quently she was always ready to deny as soon as she had made
the slightest mistake. But when her mother took her face be-
tween her hands and looked straight into her eyes, she saw at
once how matters stood, for the eyes could hide nothing. And
since Arla grew older she had fought so much against this weak-
ness that she had almost exaggerated her truthfulness.
She was
now as quick to confess what might bring displeasure on herself,
as if she were afraid of giving temptation the slightest room.
The mother, who with deep joy had noticed her many little
victories over herself, was painfully impressed by this relapse.
She could not now treat Arla as she had done when she was a
little girl. Instead of this, she opened the Bible by one of the
many book-marks, with a somewhat trembling hand.
“Although it is late, shall we not read a chapter together,
as we always do before we go to bed ? ” she asked, and looked
up at her daughter.
Arla stepped back, and cast an almost frightened glance at
the little footstool where she had been sitting at her mother's
knee every evening since she was a little girl. All this seemed
now so strange - it was no longer herself, it was a little younger
sister, who used to sit there and confess to her mother all her
dreams and all her little sorrows.
“I don't want to — I cannot read to-night. ”
Her mother laid the book down again, gave her daughter a
mild, sad look and said, “Then remember, my child, that this
was the consequence of your first ball. ”
Arla bent her head and left the room slowly. Her mother
let her go; she found it wisest to leave her to herself until her
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emotion had somewhat worn itself out. Arla would not go into
her own room; she dreaded Gurli's chatter; she had to be alone
to get control over her thoughts. In the drawing-room she
found her father.
“Is mamma in her room ? ” he asked.
« Yes. ”
“Is she alone ? Are the children asleep? ”
“Yes, mamma is alone. ”
“Well! Good-night, my girl. ” He kissed her lips and went
into the bedroom.
Arla opened a window in the drawing-room to let out the hot
air, and then began to walk up and down wrapped in a large
shawl, enjoying the clear cold winter moonlight, which played
over the snow and hid itself behind the trees in the park outside
the window. There they were to meet to-morrow! Oh, if only
he had said now, at once! If only she could slip out now in her
thin gown, and he could wrap his cape around her to keep her
warm — she did not remember that the men of to-day did not
wear capes like Romeo — and if then they could have gone away
together - far, far away from this prosaic world, where nobody
understood that two hearts could meet and find each other from
the first moment.
She was not left alone long; a door was opened, light steps
came tripping, and a white apparition in night-gown stood in the
full light of the moonbeam.
“But Arla, are you never, never coming ? ”
“Why, Gurli dear, why aren't you asleep long ago ? ”
“Eh? do you think I can sleep before I have heard some-
thing about the ball ? Come in now; how cold it is here ! »
She was so cold that she shivered in her thin night-gown, but
clung nevertheless to her sister, who was standing by the window.
"Go; you are catching cold. ”
"I don't care,” she said, chattering. “I am not going till you
come. ”
Arla was, as usual, obliged to give in to the younger sister's
strong will.
She closed the window and they went into their
room, where Gurli crept into bed again and drew the cover up
to her very chin. Arla began to unfasten her dress and take the
flowers out of her hair.
“Well, I suppose you had a divine time," came a voice from
the bed behind chattering teeth. There was nothing to be seen
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of Gurli but a pair of impatient dark eyes, under a wilderness of
brown hair.
Arla was sitting at the toilet-table, her back to her sister.
"Oh yes,” she said.
“I see on your card that you danced two dances with Captain
Lagerskiöld. I suppose he dances awfully well, eh? ”
“Do you know him ? ” asked Arla, and turned on the chair.
"Oh yes, I do. Didn't he ask for me?
“Yes, now I remember. He said he had seen you with the
children on the coasting-hill. You must have been a little rude
to him ?
The whole head came out above the cover now.
“Rude! how ? »
He said something about your being so pert. ”
“Pert? Oh, what a fib you do tell! » cried Gurli, and sat up
in bed with a jump.
"I don't usually tell stories,” said Arla with wounded dignity,
but blushed at the same time.
“Oh yes, you do now, I am sure you do. I don't believe
you, if you don't tell me word for word what he said. Who
began talking of me? And what did he say? And what did you
say ? )
You had better tell me why you are so much interested in
him,” said Arla in the somewhat superior tone of the elder sister.
« That is none of your business. I will tell you that I am no
longer a little girl, as you seem to think. And even though I
am treated like a child here at home, there are others who —
who- »
"Are you not a child ? ” said Arla. “You are not confirmed
yet. ”
“Oh, is that it ? That 'confirmation' is only a ceremony,
which I submit to for mamma's sake. And don't imagine that it
is confirmation which makes women of us; no indeed, it is some-
thing else. ”
“What then ? ” asked Arla, much surprised.
“It is - it is — love," burst out Gurli, and hid her head under
the covers.
“Love! But Gurli, how you do talk! What do you know
about that? You, a little schoolgirl! ”
"Don't say little schoolgirl — that makes me furious,” cried
Gurli, as she pushed the cover aside with both hands and jumped
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out on the floor. « Then you are much more of a schoolgirl than
I. Is there perhaps any man who has told you that he loves
you? Is there ? »
"Oh, but Gurli, what nonsense,” said Arla laughing out-
right. "Has really one of Arvid's friends -->
«Arvid's friends! ” repeated Gurli with an expression of in-
describable contempt. “Do you think such little boys would
dare? Ph! I would give them a box on the ear,— that would be
the quickest way of getting rid of such little whipper-snappers.
No indeed; it is a man, a real man a man that any girl would
envy me.
She was so pretty as she stood there in her white gown, with
her dancing eyes and thick hair standing like a dark cloud around
her rosy young face, that a light broke on Arla, and a suspicion
of the truth flashed through her mind.
“It is not possible that you mean of course you don't mean
– him — that you just spoke of — Captain Lagerskiöld ? ”
“And what if it were he! ” cried Gurli, who in her triumph
forgot to keep her secret. Arla's usual modest self-possession
left her completely at this news.
Captain Lagerskiöld has told you that he loves you! ” she
cried with a sharp and cutting voice, unlike her usual mild tone.
“Oh, how wicked, how wicked! »
She hid her face in her hands and burst out crying.
Gurli was frightened at her violent outbreak. She must have
done something awful, that Arla, who was always so quiet, should
carry on so. She crept close up to her sister, half ashamed and
half frightened, and whispered:–«He has only said it once. It
was the day before yesterday, and I ran away from him at
once — I thought it was so silly, and — »
“ Day before yesterday! ” cried Arla and looked up with
frightened, wondering eyes. "Day before yesterday he told you
that he loved you ? ”
« Yes; if only you will not be so awfully put out, I will tell
you all about it.
He used to come up to the coasting-hill a great
deal lately, and then we walked up and down in the park and
talked, and when I wanted to coast he helped me get a start,
and drew my sleigh up-hill again. At first I did not notice him
much, but then I saw he was very nice — he would look at me
sometimes for a long, long time — and you can't imagine how he
does look at one! And then day before yesterday he began by
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saying that I had such pretty eyes — and then he said that such
a happy little sunbeam as I could light up his whole life, and
that if he could not meet me, he would not know what to do »
“Gurli! ” cried Arla, and grasped her sister's arm violently.
"Do you love him ? »
Gurli let her eyes wander a little, and looked shy.
“I think I doI have read in the novels Arvid borrowed in
school - only don't tell mamma anything about it; but I have
read that when you are in love you always have such an awful
palpitation of the heart when he comes — and when I merely
catch sight of him far off on the hill in Kommandörsgatan, I felt
as if I should strangle. ”
'Captain Lagerskiöld is a bad, bad man! » sobbed Arla, and
rushed out of the room, hiding her face in her hands.
The counselor's wife was still up and was reading, while her
husband had gone to bed. A tall screen standing at the foot of
the bed kept the light away from the sleeper. The counselor
had just had a talk with his wife, which most likely would keep
her awake for the greater part of the night; but he had fallen
asleep as soon as he had spoken to the point.
You must forgive me that I cannot quite approve your way
of fulfilling your duties as hostess,” he had said when he came
in to her.
His wife crossed her hands on the table and looked up at him
with a mild and patient face.
“You show your likes and dislikes too much,” he continued,
« and think too little of the claims of social usage. For instance,
to pay so much attention to Mrs. Ekström and her daughters –»
“It was because nobody else paid any attention to them. ”
“But even so, my dear, a drawing-room is not a charity in-
stitution, I take it. Etiquette goes before everything else. And
then you were almost rude to Admiral Hornfeldt's wife, who is
one of the first women in society. ”
“Forgive me; but I cannot be cordial to a woman for whom
I have no respect. ”
The counselor shrugged his shoulders with a gesture of great
impatience.
“I wish you could learn to see how wrong it is to let your-
self be influenced by these moral views in society. ”
His wife was silent; it was her usual way of ending a conver-
sation which she knew could lead to no result, since each kept
his own opinion after all.
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1
“Did you notice Arla ? ” asked the counselor.
« Yes. Why? ”
« Did you not see that she made herself conspicuous by taking
such an interest in this outlived Lagerskiöld ? »
"I asked you not to invite Captain Lagerskiöld,” said his wife
mildly.
“The trouble is not there,” interrupted her husband; "but
the trouble is that your daughter is brought up to be a goose
who understands nothing. That is the result of your convent
system. Girls so guarded are always ready to fall into the arms
of the first man who knows somewhat how to impress them. ”
This was the counselor's last remark before he fell asleep. It
awakened a feeling of great bitterness and hopelessness in his
wife. Her heart felt heavy at the thought of all the frivolity, all
the impurity into which her girls were to be thrown one after
another. When Arla, in whose earnestness and purity of charac-
ter she had so great a confidence, had shown herself so little
proof against temptation, what then would become of Gurli, who
had such dangerous tendencies ? And the two little ones who
were now sleeping soundly in the nursery?
« To what use is then all the striving and all the prayers ? ”
she asked herself. What good then does it do to try to protect
the children from evil, if just this makes them more of a prey
to temptation ? ”
She laid her arms on the table and rested her forehead on her
hands. The awful question “What is the use of it? what is
the use of it ? ” lay heavy upon her.
Then there came a soft knock at her door; it was opened a
little, and a timid voice whispered, “Is mamma alone? May I
come in ? »
A ray of happiness came into the mother's face.
"Come in, my child,” she whispered, and stretched out her
hands toward her. "Papa sleeps so soundly, you need not be
afraid of waking him. ”
Arla came in on tiptoe, dressed in white gown and dressing-
sack and with her hair loose. There were red spots on her
cheeks, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She knelt down
gently beside her mother, hid her face in her mother's dress, and
whispered in a voice trembling with suppressed tears, “Will you
read to me now, mamma? ”
Translated for (A Library of the World's Best Literature,' by Olga Flinch
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JONATHAN EDWARDS
(1703-1758)
BY EGBERT C. SMYTH
ROBABLY for most persons the influence of Edwards will longest
survive through his wonderful personality. From the days
of Plato,” says a writer in the Westminster Review, “there
has been no life of more simple and imposing grandeur. ” There
are four memoirs. The earliest is from Samuel Hopkins, D. D. , a
pupil and intimate friend. It has the quaint charm of Walton's
Lives. ” The second, by Sereno Edwards Dwight, D. D. , is much
more complete. He first brought to light
the remarkable early papers on topics in
physics, natural history, and philosophy.
Dr. Samuel Miller's, in Sparks's Library
of American Biography,' is mainly a brief
compend. The latest Life is by Professor
Alexander V. E. Allen, D. D. It endeavors
to show “what he [Edwards) thought, and
how he came to think as he did, and is
an interesting and important contribution
to a critical study of his works. There is
still need of an adequate biography, which
can only be written in connection with a
thorough study of the manuscripts.
JONATHAN EDWARDS
A
more full and critical edition of Edwards's writings is also much to
be desired.
Edwards's first publication (1731) was a sermon preached in Boston
on ‘God Glorified in Man's Dependence. The conditions under which
it was produced afford striking contrasts to those attendant upon
Schleiermacher's epoch-making “Reden über Religion'; but the same
note of absolute dependence upon God is struck by each with mas-
terly power. A yet more characteristic and deeply spiritual utter-
ance was given in the next published discourse, entitled (A Divine
and Supernatural Light Immediately Imparted to the Soul by the
Spirit of God, Shown to be both a Scriptural and Rational Doctrine)
(1734). These two sermons are of primary significance for a right
understanding of their author's teaching. All is of God; faith is
sensibleness of what is real in the work of redemption; this reality
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as
is divinely and transcendently excellent; this quality of it is revealed
to the soul by the Holy Spirit, and becomes the spring of all holi-
ness. «The central idea of his system,” says Henry B. Smith, "is
that of spiritual life (holy love) as the gift of divine grace.
