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>Milly and Stella both looked through the door into the sitting-room, where=
a crayon portrait of John Bergson hung on the wall. Alexandra had had it m=
ade from a little photograph, taken for his friends just before he left Swe=
den; a slender man of thirty-five, with soft hair curling about his high fo=
rehead, a drooping mustache, and wondering, sad eyes that looked forward in=
to the distance, as if they already beheld the New World. After dinner Lou =
and Oscar went to the orchard to pick cherries--they had neither of them ha=
d the patience to grow an orchard of their own--and Annie went down to goss=
ip with Alexandra' s kitchen girls while they washed the dishes. She could =
always find out more about Alexandra' s domestic economy from the prattling=
maids than from Alexandra herself, and what she discovered she used to her=
own advantage with Lou. On the Divide, farmers' daughters no longer went o=
ut into service, so Alexandra got her girls from Sweden, by paying their fa=
re over. They stayed with her until they married, and were replaced by sist=
ers or cousins from the old country. Alexandra took her three nieces into t=
he flower garden. She was fond of the little girls, especially of Milly, wh=
o came to spend a week with her aunt now and then, and read aloud to her fr=
om the old books about the house, or listened to stories about the early da=
ys on the Divide. While they were walking among the flower beds, a buggy dr=
ove up the hill and stopped in front of the gate. A man got out and stood t=
alking to the driver. The little girls were delighted at the advent of a st=
ranger, some one from very far away, they knew by his clothes, his gloves, =
and the sharp, pointed cut of his dark beard. The girls fell behind their a=
unt and peeped out at him from among the castor beans. The stranger came up=
to the gate and stood holding his hat in his hand, smiling, while Alexandr=
a advanced slowly to meet him. As she approached he spoke in a low, pleasan=
t voice. " Don' t you know me, Alexandra? I would have known you, anyw=
here." Alexandra shaded her eyes with her hand. Suddenly she took a qu=
ick step forward. " Can it be!" she exclaimed with feeling; "=
; can it be that it is Carl Linstrum? Why, Carl, it is!" She threw out=
both her hands and caught his across the gate. " Sadie, Milly, run te=
ll your father and Uncle Oscar that our old friend Carl Linstrum is here. B=
e quick! Why, Carl, how did it happen? I can' t believe this!" Alexand=
ra shook the tears from her eyes and laughed. The stranger nodded to his dr=
iver, dropped his suitcase inside the fence, and opened the gate. " Th=
en you are glad to see me, and you can put me up overnight? I couldn' t go =
through this country without stopping off to have a look at you. How little=
you have changed! Do you know, I was sure it would be like that. You simpl=
y couldn' t be different. How fine you are!" He stepped back and looke=
d at her admiringly. Alexandra blushed and laughed again. " But you yo=
urself, Carl--with that beard--how could I have known you? You went away a =
little boy." She reached for his suitcase and when he intercepted her =
she threw up her hands. " You see, I give myself away. I have only wom=
en come to visit me, and I do not know how to behave. Where is your trunk?&=
quot; " It' s in Hanover. I can stay only a few days. I am on my way t=
o the coast." They started up the path. " A few days? After all t=
hese years!" Alexandra shook her finger at him. " See this, you h=
ave walked into a trap. You do not get away so easy." She put her hand=
affectionately on his shoulder. " You owe me a visit for the sake of =
old times. Why must you go to the coast at all?" " Oh, I must! I =
am a fortune hunter. From Seattle I go on to Alaska." " Alaska?&q=
uot; She looked at him in astonishment. " Are you going to paint the I=
ndians?" " Paint?" the young man frowned. " Oh! I' m no=
t a painter, Alexandra. I' m an engraver. I have nothing to do with paintin=
g." " But on my parlor wall I have the paintings--" He inter=
rupted nervously. " Oh, water-color sketches--done for amusement. I se=
nt them to remind you of me, not because they were good. What a wonderful p=
lace you have made of this, Alexandra." He turned and looked back at t=
he wide, map-like prospect of field and hedge and pasture. " I would n=
ever have believed it could be done. I' m disappointed in my own eye, in my=
imagination." At this moment Lou and Oscar came up the hill from the =
orchard. They did not quicken their pace when they saw Carl; indeed, they d=
id not openly look in his direction. They advanced distrustfully, and as if=
they wished the distance were longer. Alexandra beckoned to them. " T=
hey think I am trying to fool them. Come, boys, it' s Carl Linstrum, our ol=
d Carl!" Lou gave the visitor a quick, sidelong glance and thrust out =
his hand. " Glad to see you." Oscar followed with " How d' d=
o." Carl could not tell whether their offishness came from unfriendlin=
ess or from embarrassment. He and Alexandra led the way to the porch. "=
; Carl," Alexandra explained, " is on his way to Seattle. He is g=
oing to Alaska." Oscar studied the visitor' s yellow shoes. " Got=
business there?" he asked. Carl laughed. " Yes, very pressing bu=
siness. I' m going there to get rich. Engraving' s a very interesting profe=
ssion, but a man never makes any money at it. So I' m going to try the gold=
fields." Alexandra felt that this was a tactful speech, and Lou looked=
up with some interest. " Ever done anything in that line before?"=
; " No, but I' m going to join a friend of mine who went out from New =
York and has done well. He has offered to break me in." " Turribl=
e cold winters, there, I hear," remarked Oscar. " I thought peopl=
e went up there in the spring." " They do. But my friend is going=
to spend the winter in Seattle and I am to stay with him there and learn s=
omething about prospecting before we start north next year." Lou looke=
d skeptical. " Let' s see, how long have you been away from here?"=
; " Sixteen years. You ought to remember that, Lou, for you were marri=
ed just after we went away." " Going to stay with us some time?&q=
uot; Oscar asked. " A few days, if Alexandra can keep me." "=
I expect you' ll be wanting to see your old place," Lou observed more=
cordially. " You won' t hardly know it. But there' s a few chunks of =
your old sod house left. Alexandra wouldn' t never let Frank Shabata plough=
over it." Annie Lee, who, ever since the visitor was announced, had b=
een touching up her hair and settling her lace and wishing she had worn ano=
ther dress, now emerged with her three daughters and introduced them. She w=
as greatly impressed by Carl' s urban appearance, and in her excitement tal=
ked very loud and threw her head about. " And you ain' t married yet? =
At your age, now! Think of that! You' ll have to wait for Milly. Yes, we' v=
e got a boy, too. The youngest. He' s at home with his grandma. You must co=
me over to see mother and hear Milly play. She' s the musician of the famil=
y. She does pyrography, too. That' s burnt wood, you know. You wouldn' t be=
lieve what she can do with her poker. Yes, she goes to school in town, and =
she is the youngest in her class by two years." Milly looked uncomfort=
able and Carl took her hand again. He liked her creamy skin and happy, inno=
cent eyes, and he could see that her mother' s way of talking distressed he=
r. " I' m sure she' s a clever little girl," he murmured, looking=
at her thoughtfully. " Let me see-- Ah, it' s your mother that she lo=
oks like, Alexandra. Mrs. Bergson must have looked just like this when she =
was a little girl. Does Milly run about over the country as you and Alexand=
ra used to, Annie?" Milly' s mother protested. " Oh, my, no! Thin=
gs has changed since we was girls. Milly has it very different. We are goin=
g to rent the place and move into town as soon as the girls are old enough =
to go out into company. A good many are doing that here now. Lou is going i=
nto business." Lou grinned. " That' s what she says. You better g=
o get your things on. Ivar' s hitching up," he added, turning to Annie=
Young farmers seldom address their wives by name. It is always " you=
," or " she." Having got his wife out of the way, Lou sat do=
wn on the step and began to whittle. " Well, what do folks in New York=
think of William Jennings Bryan?" Lou began to bluster, as he always =
did when he talked politics. " We gave Wall Street a scare in ninety-s=
ix, all right, and we' re fixing another to hand them. Silver wasn' t the o=
nly issue," he nodded mysteriously. " There' s a good many things=
got to be changed. The West is going to make itself heard." Carl laug=
hed. " But, surely, it did do that, if nothing else." Lou' s thin=
face reddened up to the roots of his bristly hair. " Oh, we' ve only =
begun. We' re waking up to a sense of our responsibilities, out here, and w=
e ain' t afraid, neither. You fellows back there must be a tame lot. If you=
had any nerve you' d get together and march down to Wall Street and blow i=
t up. Dynamite it, I mean," with a threatening nod. He was so much in =
earnest that Carl scarcely knew how to answer him. " That would be a w=
aste of powder. The same business would go on in another street. The street=
doesn' t matter. But what have you fellows out here got to kick about? You=
have the only safe place there is. Morgan himself couldn' t touch you. One=
only has to drive through this country to see that you' re all as rich as =
barons." " We have a good deal more to say than we had when we we=
re poor," said Lou threateningly. " We' re getting on to a whole =
lot of things." As Ivar drove a double carriage up to the gate, Annie =
came out in a hat that looked like the model of a battleship. Carl rose and=
took her down to the carriage, while Lou lingered for a word with his sist=
er. " What do you suppose he' s come for?" he asked, jerking his =
head toward the gate. " Why, to pay us a visit. I' ve been begging him=
to for years." Oscar looked at Alexandra. " He didn' t let you k=
now he was coming?" " No. Why should he? I told him to come at an=
y time." Lou shrugged his shoulders. " He doesn' t seem to have d=
one much for himself. Wandering around this way!" Oscar spoke solemnly=
, as from the depths of a cavern. " He never was much account." A=
lexandra left them and hurried down to the gate where Annie was rattling on=
to Carl about her new dining-room furniture. " You must bring Mr. Lin=
strum over real soon, only be sure to telephone me first," she called =
back, as Carl helped her into the carriage. Old Ivar, his white head bare, =
stood holding the horses. Lou came down the path and climbed into the front=
seat, took up the reins, and drove off without saying anything further to =
any one. Oscar picked up his youngest boy and trudged off down the road, th=
e other three trotting after him. Carl, holding the gate open for Alexandra=
, began to laugh. " Up and coming on the Divide, eh, Alexandra?" =
he cried gayly. IV Carl had changed, Alexandra felt, much less than one mig=
ht have expected. He had not become a trim, self-satisfied city man. There =
was still something homely and wayward and definitely personal about him. E=
ven his clothes, his Norfolk coat and his very high collars, were a little =
unconventional. He seemed to shrink into himself as he used to do; to hold =
himself away from things, as if he were afraid of being hurt. In short, he =
was more self-con-scious than a man of thirty-five is expected to be. He lo=
oked older than his years and not very strong. His black hair, which still =
hung in a triangle over his pale forehead, was thin at the crown, and there=
were fine, relentless lines about his eyes. His back, with its high, sharp=
shoulders, looked like the back of an over-worked German professor off on =
his holiday. His face was intelligent, sensitive, unhappy. That evening aft=
er supper, Carl and Alexandra were sitting by the clump of castor beans in =
the middle of the flower garden. The gravel paths glittered in the moonligh=
t, and below them the fields lay white and still. " Do you know, Alexa=
ndra," he was saying, " I' ve been thinking how strangely things =
work out. I' ve been away engraving other men' s pictures, and you' ve stay=
ed at home and made your own." He pointed with his cigar toward the sl=
eeping landscape. " How in the world have you done it? How have your n=
eighbors done it?" " We hadn' t any of us much to do with it, Car=
l. The land did it. It had its little joke. It pretended to be poor because=
nobody knew how to work it right; and then, all at once, it worked itself.=
It woke up out of its sleep and stretched itself, and it was so big, so ri=
ch, that we suddenly found we were rich, just from sitting still. As for me=
, you remember when I began to buy land. For years after that I was always =
squeezing and borrowing until I was ashamed to show my face in the banks. A=
nd then, all at once, men began to come to me offering to lend me money--an=
d I didn' t need it! Then I went ahead and built this house. I really built=
it for Emil. I want you to see Emil, Carl. He is so different from the res=
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