Eleseus was the man for this sort of work; he was bright and quick, and encouraged the invalid by a.s.suring him that things were all right; the two had got on well together, even to jesting at times. Eleseus was a bit of a fool, perhaps, in some things, but so was his uncle; and the two of them sat there drawing up elaborate doc.u.ments in favour not only of little Sivert but also to benefit the village, the commune which the old man had served for thirty years. Oh, they were grand days! "I couldn"t have got a better man to help with all this than you, Eleseus boy," said Uncle Sivert. He sent out and bought mutton, in the middle of the summer; fish was brought up fresh from the sea, Eleseus being ordered to pay cash from the chest. They lived well enough. They got hold of Oline--they couldn"t have found a better person to invite to a feast, nor one more sure to spread abroad the news of Uncle Sivert"s greatness to the end. And the satisfaction was mutual. "We must do something for Oline, too," said Uncle Sivert, "she being a widow and not well off. There"ll be enough for little Sivert, anyhow." Eleseus managed it with a few strokes of the pen; a mere codicil to the last will and testament, and lo, Oline was also a sharer in the inheritance.
"I"ll look after you," said Uncle Sivert to her. "If so be I shouldn"t get better this time and get about again on earth I"ll take care you"re not left out." Oline declared that she was speechless, but speechless she was not; she wept and was touched to the heart and grateful; there was none to compare with Oline for finding the immediate connection between a worldly gift and being "repaid a thousandfold eternally in the world to come." No, speechless she was not.
But Eleseus? At first, perhaps, he may have taken a bright enough view of his uncle"s affairs, but after a while he began to think things over and talk as well. He tried at first with a slight hint: "The accounts aren"t exactly as they should be," he said.
"Well, never mind that," said the old man. "There"ll be enough and to spare when I"m gone."
"You"ve money outstanding besides, maybe?" said Eleseus. "In a bank, or so?" For so report had said.
"H"m," said the old man. "That"s as it may be. But, anyhow, with the fishery, the farm and buildings and stock, red cows and white cows and all--don"t you worry about that, Eleseus, my boy."
Eleseus had no idea what the fishery business might be worth, but he had seen the live stock; it consisted of one cow, partly red and partly white. Uncle Sivert must have been delirious. Some of the accounts, too, were difficult to make out at all; they were a muddle, a bare jumble of figures, especially from the date when the coinage was changed; the district treasurer had frequently reckoned the small _Kroner_ as if they were full _Daler_. No wonder he fancied himself rich! But when everything was reduced to something like order, Eleseus feared there would not be much left over. Perhaps not enough to settle at all.
Ay, Sivert might easily promise him all that came to him from his uncle!
The two brothers jested about it. Sivert was not upset over the matter, not at all; perhaps, indeed, it might have irked him something more if he really had thrown away five thousand _Daler_. He knew well enough that it had been a mere speculation, naming him after his uncle; he had no claim to anything there. And now he pressed Eleseus to take what there was. "It"s to be yours, of course," said he. "Come along, let"s get it set down in writing. I"d like to see you a rich man. Don"t be too proud to take it!"
Ay, they had many a laugh together. Sivert, indeed, was the one that helped most to keep Eleseus at home; it would have been much harder but for him.
As a matter of fact, Eleseus was getting rather spoiled again; the three weeks" idling on the other side of the hills had not done him any good. He had also been to church there, and made a show; ay, he had even met some girls there. Here at Sellanraa there was nothing of that sort; Jensine, the servant-maid, was a mere nothing, a worker and no more, rather suited to Sivert.
"I"ve a fancy to see how that girl Barbro from Breidablik turned out now she"s grown up," said Eleseus one day.
"Well, go down to Axel Strom"s place and see," said Sivert.
Eleseus went down one Sunday. Ay, he had been away, gained confidence and high spirits once more; he had tasted excitement of a sort, and he made things livelier at Axel"s little place. Barbro herself was by no means to be despised; at any rate she was the only one anywhere near.
She played the guitar and talked readily; moreover, she did not smell of tansy, but of real scent, the sort you buy in shops. Eleseus, on his part, let it be understood that he was only home for a holiday, and would soon be called back to the office again. But it was not so bad being at home after all, in the old place, and, of course, he had the little bedroom to live in. But it was not like being in town!
"Nay, that"s a true word," said Barbro, "Town"s very different from this."
Axel himself was altogether out of it with these two town-folk; he found it dull with them, and preferred to go out and look over his land. The pair of them were left to do as they liked, and Eleseus managed things grandly. He told how he had been over to the neighbouring village to bury his uncle, and did not forget to mention the speech he had made over the coffin.
When he took his leave, he asked Barbro to go part of the way home with him. But Barbro, thank you, was not inclined that way.
"Is that the way they do things where you"ve been," she asked--"for the ladies to escort the gentlemen home?"
That was a nasty hit for Eleseus; he turned red, and understood he had offended her.
Nevertheless, he went down to Maaneland again next Sunday, and this time he took his stick. They talked as before, and Axel was out of it altogether, as before. ""Tis a big place your father"s got," said he.
"And building again, now, it seems."
"Ay, it"s all very well for him," said Eleseus, anxious to show off a little. "He can afford it. It"s another matter with poor folk like ourselves."
"How d"you mean?"
"Oh, haven"t you heard? There"s been some Swedish millionaires came down the other day and bought a mine of him, a copper mine."
"Why, you don"t say? And he"ll have got a heap of money for it, then?"
"Enormous. Well, I don"t want to boast, but it was at any rate ever so many thousands. What was I going to say? Build? You"ve a deal of timber lying about here yourself. When are you going to start?"
Barbro put in her word here: "Never!"
Now that was pure exaggeration and impertinence. Axel had got his stones the autumn before, and carted them home that winter; now, between seasons, he had got the foundation walls done, and cellar and all else--all that remained was to build the timbered part above. He was hoping to get part of it roofed in this autumn, and had thought of asking Sivert to lend him a hand for a few days--what did Eleseus think of that?
Eleseus thought like as not. "But why not ask me?" he said, smiling.
"You?" said Axel, and he spoke with sudden respect at the idea.
"You"ve talents for other things than that, I take it."
Oh, but it was pleasant to find oneself appreciated here in the wilds!
"Why, I"m afraid my hands aren"t much good at that sort of work," said Eleseus delicately.
"Let me look," said Barbro, and took his hand.
Axel dropped out of the conversation again, and went out, leaving the two of them alone. They were of an age, had been to school together, and played and kissed each other and raced about; and now, with a fine disdainful carelessness, they talked of old times--exchanging reminiscences--and Barbro, perhaps, was inclined to show off a little before her companion. True, this Eleseus was not like the really fine young men in offices, that wore gla.s.ses and gold watches and so on, but he could pa.s.s for a gentleman here in the wilds, there was no denying that. And she took out her photograph now and showed him--that"s what she looked like then--"all different now, of course."
And Barbro sighed.
"Why, what"s the matter with you now?" he asked.
"Don"t you think I"ve changed for the worse since then?"
"Changed for the worse, indeed! Well, I don"t mind telling you you"re ever so much prettier now," said he, "filled out all round. For the worse? Ho! That"s a fine idea!"
"But it"s a nice dress, don"t you think? Cut open just a bit front and back. And then I had that silver chain you see there, and it cost a heap of money, too; it was a present from one of the young clerks I was with then. But I lost it. Not exactly lost it, you know, but I wanted money to come home."
Eleseus asked: "Can I have the photo to keep?"
"To keep? H"m. What"ll you give me for it?"
Oh, Eleseus knew well enough what he wanted to say, but he dared not.
"I"ll have mine taken when I go back to town," he said instead, "and send it you."
Barbro put away the photograph. "No, it"s the only one I"ve left."
That was a stroke of darkness to his young heart, and he stretched out his hand towards the picture.
"Well, give me something for it, now," she said, laughing. And at that he up and kissed her properly.
After that it was easier all round; Eleseus brightened up, and got on finely. They flirted and joked and laughed, and were excellent friends. "When you took my hand just now it was like a bit of swan"s down--yours, I mean."
"Oh, you"ll be going back to town again, and never come back here, I"ll be bound," said Barbro.
"Do you think I"m that sort?" said Eleseus.
"Ah, I dare say there"s a somebody there you"re fond of."
"No, there isn"t. Between you and me, I"m not engaged at all," said he.