"Blessed are the peacemakers," she said.
Then Storm put in a word. "I don"t thick you could ask for a better amend, Halvor," he said. "I"ve always maintained that if Ingmar Ingmarsson had lived he would have given you full justice long before this."
The next they saw was Halvor reaching out for the watch, almost as if against his will. But the moment he had got it into his hand, he put it in the inside pocket of his vest.
"There"s no fear of any one taking that watch from him," said the schoolmaster with a laugh, as he saw Halvor carefully b.u.t.toning his coat.
And Halvor laughed, too. Presently he got up, straightened himself, and drew a deep breath. The colour came into his cheeks, and his eyes shone with a new-found happiness.
"Now Halvor must feel like a new man," said the schoolmaster"s wife.
Then Halvor put his hand inside his overcoat and drew out his brand-new watch. Crossing over to Ingmar, who was again seated at the table, he said: "Since I have taken your father"s watch from you, you must accept this one from me."
He laid the watch on the table and went out, without even saying good-bye. The rest of the day he tramped the roads and bypaths. A couple of peasants who had come from a distance to trade with him hung around outside the shop from noon till evening. But no Tims Halvor appeared.
Elof Ersson, the husband of Karin Ingmarsson, was the son of a cruel and avaricious peasant, who had always treated him harshly.
As a child he had been half starved, and even after he was grown up his father kept him under his thumb. He had to toil and slave from morning till night, and was never allowed any pleasures. He was not even allowed to attend the country dances like other young folk, and he got no rest from his work even on Sundays. Nor did Elof become his own master when he married. He had to live at the Ingmar Farm and be under the domination of his father-in-law; and also at the Ingmar Farm hard work and frugality were the rule of the day.
As long as Ingmar Ingmarsson lived Elof seemed quite content with his lot, toiling and slaving with never so much as a complaint.
Folks used to say that now the Ingmarssons had got a son-in-law after their own hearts, for Elof Ersson did not know that there was anything else in life than just toil and drudgery.
But as soon as Big Ingmar was dead and buried, Elof began to drink and carouse. He made the acquaintance of all the rounders in the parish, and invited them down to the Farm, and went with them to dance halls and taverns. He quit work altogether, and drank himself full every day. In the s.p.a.ce of two short months he became a poor drunken wretch.
The first time Karin saw him in a state of intoxication she was horrified. "This is G.o.d"s judgment upon me for my treatment of Halvor," was the thought that came to her. To the husband she said very little in the way of rebuke or warning. She soon perceived that he was like a blasted tree, doomed to wither and decay, and she could not hope for either help or protection from him.
But Karin"s sisters were not so wise as she was. They resented his escapades, blushed at his ribald songs and coa.r.s.e jokes, by turns threatening and admonishing him. And although their brother-in-law was on the whole rather good-natured, he sometimes got into a rage and had words with them. Then Karin"s only thought was how she should get her sisters away from the house, that they might escape the misery in which she herself had to live. In the course of the summer she managed to marry off the two older girls, and the two younger ones she sent to America, where they had relatives who were well-to-do.
All the sisters received their proportion of the inheritance, which amounted to twenty thousand kroner each. The farm had been left to Karin, with the understanding that young Ingmar was to take it over when he became of age.
It seemed remarkable that Karin, who was so awkward and diffident, should have been able to send so many birds from the nest, find mates for them, and homes. She arranged it all herself, for she could get no help whatever from her husband, who had now become utterly worthless.
Her greatest concern, however, was the little brother--he who was now Ingmar Ingmarsson. The boy exasperated Karin"s husband even more than the sisters had done. He did it by actions rather than words. One time he poured out all the corn brandy Elof had brought home; another time the brother-in-law caught him in the act of diluting his liquor with water.
When autumn came Karin demanded that the boy be sent back to high school that year, as in former years, but her husband, who was also his guardian, would not hear of it.
"Ingmar shall be a farmer, like his father and me and my father,"
said Elof. "What business has he at high school? When the winter comes, he and I will go into the forest to put up charcoal kilns.
That will be the best kind of schooling for him. When I was his age, I spent a whole winter working at the kiln."
As Karin could not induce him to alter his mind, she had to make the best of it and keep Ingmar at home for the time being.
Elof then tried to win the confidence of little Ingmar. Whenever he went anywhere he always wanted the boy to accompany him. The lad went, of course, but unwillingly. He did not like to go with him on his sprees. Then Elof would coax the boy, and vow that he was not going any farther than the church or the shop. But when once he got Ingmar in the cart, he would drive off with him, down to the smithies at Bergsana, or the tavern in Karmsund.
Karin was glad that her husband took the boy along; it was at least a safeguard against Elof being left in a ditch by the roadside, or driving the horse to death.
Once, when Elof came home at eight in the morning, Ingmar was sitting beside him in the cart, fast asleep.
"Come out here and look after the boy!" Elof shouted to Karin, "and carry him in. The poor brat"s as full as a tick, and can"t walk a step."
Karin was so shocked that she almost collapsed. She was obliged to sit down on the steps for a moment, to recover herself, before she could lift the boy. The minute she took hold of him she discovered that he was not really asleep, but stiff from the cold, and unconscious. Taking the boy in her arms, she carried him into the bedroom, locked the door after her, and tried to bring him to.
After a while she stepped into the living-room, where Elof sat eating his breakfast. She walked straight up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"You"d better lay in a good meal while you"re about it," she said, "for if you have made my brother drink himself to death, you"ll soon have to put up with poorer fare than you"re getting on the Ingmar Farm."
"How you talk! As if a little brandy could hurt him!"
"Mark what I say! If the boy dies, you"ll get twenty years in prison, Elof."
When Karin returned to the bedroom, the boy had come out of his stupor, but was delirious and unable to move hand or foot. He suffered agonies.
"Do you think I"m going to die, Karin?" he moaned.
"No, dear, of course not," Karin a.s.sured him.
"I didn"t know what they were giving me."
"Thank G.o.d for that!" said Karin fervently.
"If I die, write to my sisters and tell them I didn"t know it was liquor," wailed the boy.
"Yes, dear," soothed Karin.
"Really and truly I didn"t know--I swear it!"
All day Ingmar lay in a raging fever. "Please don"t tell father about it!" he raved.
"Father will never know of it," she said.
"But suppose I die, then father would surely find it out, and I would be shamed before him."
"But it wasn"t your fault, child."
"Maybe father will think that I shouldn"t have taken what Elof offered me? Don"t you suppose the whole parish must know that I have been full?" he asked. "What do the hired men say, and what does old Lisa say, and Strong Ingmar?"
"They"re not saying anything," Karin replied.
"You will have to tell them how it happened. We were at the tavern in Karmsund, where Elof and some of his pals had been drinking the whole night. I was sitting in a corner on a bench, half asleep, when Elof came over and roused me. "Wake up, Ingmar," he said very pleasantly, "and I"ll give you something that will make you warm.
Drink this," he urged, holding a gla.s.s to my lips. "It"s only hot water with a little sugar in it." I was shivering with the cold when I awoke and, as I drank the stuff, I only noticed that it was hot and sweet. But he had gone and mixed something strong with it!
Oh, what will father say?"
Then Karin opened the door leading to the living-room, where Elof still lingered over his meal. She felt that it would be well for him to hear this.
"If only father were living, Karin, if only father were living!"
"What then, Ingmar?"
"Don"t you think he"d kill him?"