She walked noiselessly away, and left me alone with the boys, whom I at once attacked. The elder one was named Anton, and he could walk on his hands, at least, almost; and the younger one informed me that his name was Storm, and told me a great deal more about his brother, whom he regarded with unqualified admiration. The elder, on the other hand, a.s.sured me that his brother Storm was a very bad boy sometimes; he had recently been caught at some of his naughty tricks, and so papa had given him a flogging that same day; Stina had told papa about it. Stina was the name of her who had just left us.
After this not very diplomatic introduction to an acquaintance, they stood one on each side of me and prattled away about what at present was working in their minds, with most extraordinary force. They both now told me, the elder one taking the lead and the younger following with supplementary details, that yonder at one of the houseman"s places, past which I had driven, lived Hans, little Hans; that is he _had_ lived there, for the real, true little Hans was with G.o.d. He had come to the gard to play with the boys almost every day; though sometimes they too had been over at the hous.e.m.e.n"s places, which I soon perceived were to the boys the promised land of this earth. Then one evening, about a fortnight since, Hans had started to go home at dusk; it was before the snow came, and in the park, through which he had to pa.s.s, the fish pond lay spread before him so smooth and black. Hans thought he would like to slide on it and he climbed up from the path on to the pond, for the path ran right along it. But that same day there had been a hole cut in the ice for the people to fish, and they had forgotten to put a signal there, and so little Hans slid right into the hole. A child"s cry of distress had reached the gard; the milkmaid had heard it, but only once, and she had not thought very much about it, for all the boys were in the habit of playing in the park. So little Hans had disappeared and no one could say where he was. Then the ice was cut away from the pond and they found him; but the boys were not allowed to see him. They had, however, been permitted to be present at the funeral with all the little boys and girls of the factory school. But Hans was not buried in the chapel where grandfather and grandmother lie; he was buried in the churchyard.
Oh, what beautiful singing they had had! The school-master had sung ba.s.s with them, and the old brown horse had drawn Hans, who was in a white painted coffin that papa had bought in town, and there were garlands of flowers on it. Mamma and Stina had arranged them. All the children got cakes before they started and currant wine. And the song was the one the boys had just been singing; Stina had taught it to them. Hans had been very poor; but now he had all he wanted; he was with G.o.d; it was only the coffin that was put in the ground. What was in the coffin? Why, it was not the real Hans that was there, for Hans was quite new now. Angels had come down to the pond with everything that the new Hans was to wear, so that he did not feel cold in the pond; he was not there. All children who died went to G.o.d, and that together with a hundred thousand million very small angels. The angels were all round about us here too; but we could not see them because they were invisible, and Hans was now with them. The angels could see us, and they were so kind to us, especially to children, and they always wanted to have very unhappy little children with them; that was the reason why they took them. It is ever and ever and ever so much nicer to be with the angels than to be here.
Yes, indeed, it is, for Stina said so. Stina too would rather be with the angels than here; it was only for mamma"s sake that Stina did not go to them, for mamma would be so lonely without her. All angels had wings, and now Hans"s father was lying ill, and he would soon be with Hans. He also would have wings and be a little angel and fly about here and wherever he himself chose--right up to the stars. For the stars were not only stars, they were as large, as large, when we got up to them, as large as the whole earth, and that was enormously large, larger than the largest mountain. And there were people on the stars, and there were many things that were not here. And that same afternoon Hans"s father was to go right to G.o.d, for G.o.d was up in heaven. They would like so much to see Hans"s father get his wings; but mamma would not let them go with her. And Hans"s father had already become so beautiful, as he lay in his bed, that he almost looked like an angel. Mamma had said so; but they were not allowed to see him.
Stina made her appearance as they came to the last words; she bade them come with her and they obeyed.
A door stood open to the left; I could see book-shelves in the room to which it led, so that I presumed the library must be there. I felt a desire to know what the father of these boys was reading just then--provided that he read at all. The first thing I found open on the desk, by the side of letters, account-books, and factory samples, was Bain. And Bain"s English friends were the first books my eyes beheld on the nearest shelves. I took out one, and saw that it had been much read.
This accorded with what I had heard of Atlung.
Just then bells were heard outside. I thought it must be the mistress of the house returning, and put back the books in the same order I had found them. In so doing I disarranged some behind them (for the books stood in two rows), and I felt a desire to examine also these that were hidden from view, which took time. I did not leave the library until just as the lady was entering the front door.
CHAPTER III.
Fru[4] Atlung was evidently glad to see me. She had a singular walk; it seemed as though she never fully bent her knees; but with this peculiar gait she advanced hastily toward me, grasped my hands with both of hers, and looked long into my eyes, until her own filled with tears. It was, of course, the wedding journey this look concerned, the most beautiful days of her life;--but the tears?
Nay, unhappy she could not be. She was so thoroughly the same as she was formerly, that had she not been somewhat plumper, I could not--at all events, not at once--have detected the slightest change. The expression of her countenance was exactly the same innocent, questioning one, not the slightest suggestion of a sterner line or a change of coloring; even the hair fell in the same ringlets about the backward thrown head, and the half parted lips had the same gentle expression, were just as untouched by will, the eyes wore the same look of mild happiness, even the slightly-veiled tone of the voice had the same childlike ring as of yore.
"You look as though you had not had a single new experience since last we met," was the first remark I could not help making to her.
She looked up smiling into my face, and not a shadow contradicted my words. We took our seats, each in a chair that stood out on the carpet, near the library door; our backs were turned to the windows, and thus we faced a wall where between the busts and statues that rested on the carved wooden brackets, there hung an occasional painting on the polished panels.
I gave an account of my trip, received thanks for coming at last. I delivered greetings from her parents, of whom we talked a little. She said she had been thinking of her father to-day, she would have been so glad to have had him with her; for she had just come from a dying man, whose death-bed was the most beautiful she had ever witnessed.
Meanwhile, she had a.s.sumed her favorite position, that is to say, she sat slightly bowed forward, with her head thrown back, and her eyes fixed on the upper part of the wall, or on the ceiling. As she sat thus, she pressed one finger against her open under lip, not once, but with a constant repet.i.tion of the same movement. Now and then the upper portion of her body swayed to and fro Her eyes seemed to be fixed; they did not seek my face, either when she asked a question or when she received an answer, unless something special had attracted her from her position.
Even then she would promptly resume it.
"Do you believe in immortality?" she asked, as though this were the most natural question in the world, and without looking at me.
But as I was surprised, and consequently compelled to look at her, I perceived that a tear was trickling down her cheek, and that those open eyes of hers were full of tears.
I felt at once that this question was a pretext; it was her husband"s belief she was thinking of. Therefore I thought I would spare her further pretexts.
"What is your husband"s opinion of immortality?"
"He does not believe in the immortality of the individual," replied she; "we perpetuate ourselves in our intercourse with those about us, in our deeds, and above all in our children: but this immortality, he thinks, is sufficient."
Her eyes were fixed as before, and they were still full of tears; but her voice was mild and calm; not a trace of discontent or reproach in the simple statement, which doubtless was correct.
No, she is not one of the so-called childlike women, I thought; and if she has the same innocent, questioning expression she had nine years ago, it is not because she has been without thought or research.
"You talk, then, with Atlung about these subjects, I suppose?"
"Not now."
"In Dresden you seemed to be thoroughly united about these things; you sang together"--
"He was under father"s influence then. Besides, I think he was not quite clear in his own mind at that time. The change came gradually."
"I saw some books, that are now placed behind the others."
"Yes, Albert has changed."
She sat motionless, as she gave this answer, except that her finger continued its play on the under lip.
"But who, then, attends to the education of the children?" asked I.
Now she turned half toward me. I thought for a while that she did not intend to answer but after a long time she did speak.
"No one," said she.
"No one?"
"Albert prefers to have it so for the present."
"But, my dear lady, if no one teaches them, at least one thing or another is told to them?"
"Yes, there is no objection to that; and it is usually Stina who talks with them."
"And so it is left entirely to chance?"
She had turned from me, and sat in her former att.i.tude.
"Entirely to chance," she replied, in a tone that was almost one of indifference.
I briefly related to her what Stina had told the boys about the life beyond the grave, about angels, etc., and I inquired if she approved of this.
She turned her face toward me. "Yes; why not?" said she. Her great eyes viewed me so innocently; but as I did not answer immediately the blood slowly coursed up into her face.
"If anything of the kind is to be told to them," said she, "it must be something that will take hold of their childish imaginations."
"It confuses the reality for them, my dear lady, and _that_ is the same thing as to disturb the development of their faculties."
"Make them stupid, do you mean?"
"Well, if not exactly stupid, it would at least hinder them from using their faculties rightly."
"I do not understand you."
"When you teach children that life here below is nothing to the life above, that to be visible is nothing in comparison to being invisible, that to be a human being is far inferior to being an angel, that to live is not by any means equal to being dead, _is that_ the way to teach them to view life properly, or to love life, to gain courage for life, vigor for work, and patriotism?"
"Ah, in that way! Why, _that_ is our duty to them later."
"Later, my dear lady? After all this dust has settled upon their souls?"