"It is not a question of a new doctrine," roared Gunner, "but as to who shall preach; and, as far as I know, Matts Ericsson is as good a Lutheran as either the schoolmaster or the parson."
For the moment the schoolmaster had forgotten about the parson; but now he glanced down at him. The clergyman sat quietly musing, his chin resting upon the k.n.o.b of his cane. There was a curious gleam in his eyes, which were fixed upon Storm, never leaving him for a second.
"After all, perhaps it would have been just as well if the parson hadn"t come to-day," thought the schoolmaster. What was then taking place reminded Storm of something he had experienced before. It could be just like this in school sometimes, on a bright spring morning, when a little bird perched itself outside the schoolroom window and warbled l.u.s.tily. Then all at once the children would tease and beg to be excused from school; they abandoned their studies and made so much fuss and noise that it was almost impossible to bring them to order. Something of the same sort had come over the congregation after Hok Matts"s arrival. However, the schoolmaster meant to show the pastor and all of them that he was man enough to quell the mutiny. "First, I will leave them alone and let the ringleaders talk themselves hoa.r.s.e," he thought, and went and sat down on a chair behind the table on which the water bottle stood.
Instantly there arose against him a perfect storm of protests; for by that time every one had become inflated with the idea that they were all of them just as good as the schoolmaster. "Why should he alone be allowed to tell us what to believe and what not to believe!" they shouted.
These ideas seemed to be new to most of them, yet from the talk it became evident that they had been germinating in their minds ever since the schoolmaster had built the mission house, and shown them that a plain, ordinary man can preach the Word of G.o.d.
After a bit Storm remarked to himself: "The tempest of the children must have spent itself by this. Now is the time to show them who is master here." Whereupon he rose up, pounded the table with his fist, and thundered: "Stop! What"s the meaning of all this racketing? I"m going now, and you must go, too, so that I may put out the lights and lock up."
Some of them actually did get up, for they had all gone to Storm"s school, and knew that when their teacher rapped on the table it meant that everybody had to mind. Yet the majority stoically kept their seats.
"The schoolmaster forgets that now we are grown men," said one; "but he still seems to think we should run just because he happens to rap on the table!" said another.
They went right on talking about their wanting to hear some new speakers, and which ones they should call in. They were already quarrelling among themselves as to whether it should be the Waldenstromites or colporteurs from the National Evangelical Union.
The schoolmaster stood staring at the a.s.semblage as if he were looking at some weird monstrosity. For up to that time he had seen only the child in each individual face. But now all the round baby cheeks, the soft baby curls, and the mild baby eyes had vanished, and he saw only a gathering of adults, with hard, set faces; he felt that over such as these he had no control. He did not even know what to say to them.
The tumult continued, growing louder and louder. The schoolmaster kept still and let them rage. Bullet Gunner, Ljung Bjorn, and Krister Larsson led the attack. Hok Matts, who was the innocent cause of all the trouble, rose to his feet time and again and begged them to be quiet, but no one listened to him.
Once again the schoolmaster glanced down at the parson, who was still quietly musing, the same gleam in his eyes, which were fixed on the schoolmaster.
"He"s probably thinking of that evening four years ago when I told him I would build a mission," thought Storm. "He was right, too.
Everything has turned out just as he said it would: heresy, revolt, and division. Perhaps we might have escaped all this if I hadn"t been so bent upon building my Zion."
The instant this became clear to the schoolmaster, his head went up and his backbone straightened. He drew from his pocket a small key of polished steel. It was the key to Zion! He held it toward the light so that it could be seen from all parts of the hall.
"Now I"m going to lay this key upon the table," he said, "and I shall never touch it again, for I see now that it has unlocked the door to everything which I had hoped to shut out."
Whereupon the schoolmaster put the key down, took up his hat, and walked straight over to the pastor.
"I want to thank you, Parson, for coming to hear me to-day," he said; "for if you hadn"t come to-day you never could have heard me."
THE WILD HUNT
There were many who thought that Elof Ersson should have found no peace in his grave for the shameful way in which he had dealt with Karin and young Ingmar. He had deliberately made way with all of his and Karin"s money, so she would suffer hardship after his death. And he left the farm so heavily mortgaged, that Karin would have been forced to turn it over to the creditors, had not Halvor been rich enough to buy in the property and pay off the debts.
Ingmar Ingmarsson"s twenty thousand kroner, of which Elof had been sole trustee, had entirely disappeared. Some people thought that Elof had buried the money, others that he had given it away; in any case, it was not to be found.
When Ingmar learned that he was penniless, he consulted Karin as to what he should do. Ingmar told his sister that of all things he would prefer to be a teacher, and begged her to let him remain with the Storms until he was old enough to enter college. Down at the village he would always be able to borrow books from the schoolmaster or the pastor, he said, and, moreover, he could help Storm at the school, by reading with the children; that would be excellent practice.
Karin turned this over in her mind before answering. "I suppose you wouldn"t care to remain at home, since you can"t become master here?" she said.
When Storm"s daughter heard that Ingmar was coming back, she pulled a long face. It seemed to her that if they must have a boy living with them, they might better have the judge"s good-looking son, Bertil, or there was jolly Gabriel, the son of Hok Matts Ericsson.
Gertrude liked both Gabriel and Bertil, but as for Ingmar, she couldn"t exactly tell what her feelings were toward him. She liked him because he helped her with her lessons and minded her like a slave; but she could also become thoroughly put out with him sometimes, because he was clumsy and tiresome and did not know how to play. She had to admire his diligence and his apt.i.tude for learning, yet at times she fairly despised him for not being able to show off what he could do.
Gertrude"s head was always full of droll fancies and dreams, which she confided to Ingmar. If the lad happened to be away for a few days, she grew restless, and felt that she had no one to talk to; but as soon as he got back she hardly knew what she had been longing for.
The girl had never thought of Ingmar as a boy of means and good family connections, but treated him rather as though he were a little beneath her. Yet when she heard that Ingmar had become poor, she wept for him, and when he told her that he would not try to get back his property, but meant to earn his own living as a teacher, she was so indignant she could hardly control herself.
The Lord only knows all she had dreamed that he would be some day!
The children at Storm"s school were given very rigid training. They were held strictly to their tasks, and only on rare occasions were they allowed any amus.e.m.e.nts. However, all this was changed the spring Storm gave up his preaching. Then Mother Stina said to him: "Now, Storm, we must let the young folks be young. Remember that you and I were young once. Why, when we were seventeen, we danced many a night from sundown to sunup."
So, one Sat.u.r.day night, when young Gabriel and Gunhild, the councilman"s daughter, paid a visit to the Storms, they actually had a dance at the schoolhouse.
Gertrude was wild with delight at being allowed to dance, but Ingmar would not join in. Instead, he took up a book, and went and sat down on the sofa by the window. Time and again Gertrude tried to make him lay down his book, but Ingmar, sulky and shy, refused to budge. Mother Stina looked at him and shook her head.
"It"s plain he comes of an old, old stock," she thought. "That kind can never be really young."
The three who did dance had such a good time! They talked of going to a regular dance the next Sat.u.r.day evening, and asked the schoolmaster and Mother Stina what they thought about it.
"If you will do your dancing at Strong Ingmar"s, I give my consent," said Mother Stina; "for there you will meet only respectable folk."
Then Storm also made it conditional. "I can"t allow Gertrude to go to a dance unless Ingmar goes along to look after her," he said.
Whereupon all three rushed up to Ingmar and begged him to accompany them.
"No!" he growled, without even glancing up from his book.
"It"s no good asking him!" said Gertrude in a tone that made Ingmar raise his eyes. Gertrude looked radiantly beautiful after the dance. She smiled scornfully, and her eyes flashed as she turned away. It was plainly to be seen how much she despised him for sitting there so ugly and sulky, like some crotchety old man.
Ingmar had to alter his mind and say "yes"--there was no way out of it.
A few evenings later while Gertrude and Mother Stina sat spinning in the kitchen, the girl suddenly noticed that her mother was getting uneasy. Every little while she would stop her spinning-wheel and listen. "I can"t imagine what that noise is," she said. "Do you hear anything, Gertrude?"
"Yes, I do," replied the girl. "There must be some one upstairs in the cla.s.sroom."
"Who could be there at this hour?" Mother Stina flouted. "Only listen to the rustling and the pattering from one end of the room to the other!"
And there certainly was a rustling and a pattering and a b.u.mping about over their heads, that made both Gertrude and her mother feel creepy.
"There must surely be some one up there," insisted Gertrude.
"There can"t be," Mother Stina declared. "Let me tell you that this thing has been going on every night since you danced here."
Gertrude perceived that her mother imagined the house had been haunted since the night of the dance. If that idea were allowed to become fixed in Mother Stina"s mind, there would be no more dancing for Gertrude.
"I"m going up there to see what it is," said the girl, rising; but her mother caught hold of her skirt.
"I don"t know whether I dare let you go," she said.
"Nonsense, mother! It"s best to find out what this is."
"Then I"d better go with you," the mother decided.
They crept softly up the stairs. When they got to the door they were afraid to open it. Mother Stina bent down and peeped through the keyhole. Presently she gave a little chuckle.