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  TheneighborsteasedCanuteagooddealuntilheknockedoneofthemdown。HegavenosignofsufferingfromherneglectexceptthathedrankmoreandavoidedtheotherNorwegiansmorecarefullythanever,Helayaroundinhisdenandnooneknewwhathefeltorthought,butlittleJimPeterson,whohadseenhimgloweringatLenainchurchoneSundaywhenshewastherewiththetownman,saidthathewouldnotgiveanacreofhiswheatforLena’slifeorthetownchap’seither;andJim’swheatwassowondrouslyworthlessthatthestatementwasanexceedinglystrongone。

  CanutehadboughtanewsuitofclothesthatlookedasnearlylikethetownmanIsaspossible。Theyhadcosthimhalfamilletcrop;fortailorsarenotaccustomedtofittinggiantsandtheychargeforit。Hehadhungthoseclothesinhisshantytwomonthsagoandhadneverputthemon,partlyfromfearofridicule,partlyfromdiscouragement,andpartlybecausetherewassomethinginhisownsoulthatrevoltedatthelittlenessofthedevice。

  Lenawasathomejustatthistime。WorkwasslackinthelaundryandMaryhadnotbeenwell,soLenastayedathome,gladenoughtogetanopportunitytotormentCanuteoncemore。

  Shewaswashinginthesidekitchen,singingloudlyassheworked。Marywasonherknees,blackingthestoveandscoldingviolentlyabouttheyoungmanwhowascomingoutfromtownthatnight。TheyoungmanhadcommittedthefatalerroroflaughingatMary’sceaselessbabbleandhadneverbeenforgiven。

  “Heisnogood,andyouwillcometoabadendbyrunningwithhim!Idonotseewhyadaughterofmineshouldactso。IdonotseewhytheLordshouldvisitsuchapunishmentuponmeastogivemesuchadaughter。Thereareplentyofgoodmenyoucanmarry。“

  Lenatossedherheadandansweredcurtly,“Idon’thappentowanttomarryanymanrightaway,andsolongasDickdressesniceandhasplentyofmoneytospend,thereisnoharminmygoingwithhim。“

  “Moneytospend?Yes,andthatisallhedoeswithitI’llbebound。Youthinkitveryfinenow,butyouwillchangeyourtunewhenyouhavebeenmarriedfiveyearsandseeyourchildrenrunningnakedandyourcupboardempty。DidAnneHermansoncometoanygoodendbymarryingatownman?“

  “Idon’tknowanythingaboutAnneHermanson,butIknowanyofthelaundrygirlswouldhaveDickquickenoughiftheycouldgethim。“

  “Yes,andanicelotofstoreclotheshuzziesyouaretoo。NowthereisCanutesonwhohasan’eighty’provedupandfiftyheadofcattleand——“

  “Andhairthatain’tbeencutsincehewasababy,andabigdirtybeard,andhewearsoverallsonSundays,anddrinkslikeapig。Besideshewillkeep。IcanhaveallthefunIwant,andwhenIamoldanduglylikeyouhecanhavemeandtakecareofme。

  TheLordknowsthereain’tnobodyelsegoingtomarryhim。“

  Canutedrewhishandbackfromthelatchasthoughitwereredhot。Hewasnotthekindofmantomakeagoodeavesdropper,andhewishedhehadknockedsooner。Hepulledhimselftogetherandstruckthedoorlikeabatteringram。Maryjumpedandopeneditwithascreech。

  “God!Canute,howyouscaredus!IthoughtitwascrazyLou——

  hehasbeentearingaroundtheneighborhoodtryingtoconvertfolks。Iamafraidasdeathofhim。Heoughttobesentoff,I

  think。Heisjustasliableasnottokillusall,orburnthebarn,orpoisonthedogs。Hehasbeenworryingeventhepoorministertodeath,andhelaidupwiththerheumatism,too!DidyounoticethathewastoosicktopreachlastSunday?Butdon’tstandthereinthecold,comein。Yensenisn’there,buthejustwentovertoSorenson’sforthemail;hewon’tbegonelong。Walkrightintheotherroomandsitdown。“

  Canutefollowedher,lookingsteadilyinfrontofhimandnotnoticingLenaashepassedher。ButLena’svanitywouldnotallowhimtopassunmolested。Shetookthewetsheetshewaswringingoutandcrackedhimacrossthefacewithit,andrangigglingtotheothersideoftheroom。Theblowstunghischeeksandthesoapywaterflewinhiseves,andheinvoluntarilybeganrubbingthemwithhishands。Lenagiggledwithdelightathisdiscomfiture,andthewrathinCanute’sfacegrewblackerthanever。Abigmanhumiliatedisvastlymoreundignifiedthanalittleone。HeforgotthestingofhisfaceinthebitterconsciousnessthathehadmadeafoolofhimselfHestumbledblindlyintothelivingroom,knockinghisheadagainstthedoorjambbecauseheforgottostoop。Hedroppedintoachairbehindthestove,thrustinghisbigfeetbackhelplesslyoneithersideofhim。

  Olewasalongtimeincoming,andCanutesatthere,stillandsilent,withhishandsclenchedonhisknees,andtheskinofhisfaceseemedtohaveshriveledupintolittlewrinklesthattrembledwhenheloweredhisbrows。Hislifehadbeenonelonglethargyofsolitudeandalcohol,butnowhewasawakening,anditwasaswhenthedumbstagnantheatofsummerbreaksoutintothunder。

  WhenOlecamestaggeringin,heavywithliquor,Canuteroseatonce。

  “Yensen,“hesaidquietly,“Ihavecometoseeifyouwillletmemarryyourdaughtertoday。“

  “Today!“gaspedOle。

  “Yes,Iwillnotwaituntiltomorrow。Iamtiredoflivingalone。“

  Olebracedhisstaggeringkneesagainstthebedstead,andstammeredeloquently:“DoyouthinkIwillmarrymydaughtertoadrunkard?amanwhodrinksrawalcohol?amanwhosleepswithrattlesnakes?GetoutofmyhouseorIwillkickyououtforyourimpudence。“AndOlebeganlookinganxiouslyforhisfeet。

  Canuteanswerednotaword,butheputonhishatandwentoutintothekitchen。HewentuptoLenaandsaidwithoutlookingather,“Getyourthingsonandcomewithme!“

  Thetonesofhisvoicestartledher,andshesaidangrily,droppingthesoap,“Areyoudrunk?“

  “Ifyoudonotcomewithme,Iwilltakeyou——youhadbettercome,“saidCanutequietly。

  Sheliftedasheettostrikehim,buthecaughtherarmroughlyandwrenchedthesheetfromher。Heturnedtothewallandtookdownahoodandshawlthathungthere,andbeganwrappingherup。Lenascratchedandfoughtlikeawildthing。Olestoodinthedoor,cursing,andMaryhowledandscreechedatthetopofhervoice。AsforCanute,heliftedthegirlinhisarmsandwentoutofthehouse。Shekickedandstruggled,butthehelplesswailingofMaryandOlesoondiedawayinthedistance,andherfacewashelddowntightlyonCanute’sshouldersothatshecouldnotseewhitherhewastakingher。Shewasconsciousonlyofthenorthwindwhistlinginherears,andofrapidsteadymotionandofagreatbreastthatheavedbeneathherinquick,irregularbreaths。

  Thehardershestruggledthetighterthoseironarmsthathadheldtheheelsofhorsescrushedabouther,untilshefeltasiftheywouldcrushthebreathfromher,andlaystillwithfear。Canutewasstridingacrossthelevelfieldsatapaceatwhichmanneverwentbefore,drawingthestingingnorthwindsintohislungsingreatgulps。Hewalkedwithhiseyeshalfclosedandlookingstraightinfrontofhim,onlyloweringthemwhenhebenthisheadtoblowawaythesnowflakesthatsettledonherhair。SoitwasthatCanutetookhertohishome,evenashisbeardedbarbarianancestorstookthefairfrivolouswomenoftheSouthintheirhairyarmsandborethemdowntotheirwarships。Foreverandanonthesoulbecomeswearyoftheconventionsthatarenotofit,andwithasinglestrokeshattersthecivilizedlieswithwhichitisunabletocope,andthestrongarmreachesoutandtakesbyforcewhatitcannotwinbycunning。

  WhenCanutereachedhisshantyheplacedthegirluponachair,whereshesatsobbing。Hestayedonlyafewminutes。Hefilledthestovewithwoodandlitthelamp,drankahugeswallowofalcoholandputthebottleinhispocket。Hepausedamoment,staringheavilyattheweepinggirl,thenhewentoffandlockedthedooranddisappearedinthegatheringgloomofthenight。

  Wrappedinflannelsandsoakedwithturpentine,thelittleNorwegianpreachersatreadinghisBible,whenheheardathunderingknockathisdoor,andCanuteentered,coveredwithsnowandhisbeardfrozenfasttohiscoat。

  “Comein,Canute,youmustbefrozen,“saidthelittleman,shovingachairtowardshisvisitor。

  Canuteremainedstandingwithhishatonandsaidquietly,“I

  wantyoutocomeovertomyhousetonighttomarrymetoLenaYensen。“

  “Haveyougotalicense,Canute?“

  “No,Idon’twantalicense。Iwanttobemarried。“

  “ButIcan’tmarryyouwithoutalicense,man。itwouldnotbelegal。“

  AdangerouslightcameinthebigNorwegian’seye。“IwantyoutocomeovertomyhousetomarrymetoLenaYensen。“

  “No,Ican’t,itwouldkillanoxtogooutinastormlikethis,andmyrheumatismisbadtonight。“

  “ThenifyouwillnotgoImusttakeyou,“saidCanutewithasigh。

  Hetookdownthepreacher’sbearskincoatandbadehimputitonwhilehehitcheduphisbuggy。Hewentoutandclosedthedoorsoftlyafterhim。Presentlyhereturnedandfoundthefrightenedministercrouchingbeforethefirewithhiscoatlyingbesidehim。

  Canutehelpedhimputitonandgentlywrappedhisheadinhisbigmuffler。Thenhepickedhimupandcarriedhimoutandplacedhiminhisbuggy。Ashetuckedthebuffalorobesaroundhimbesaid:

  “Yourhorseisold,hemightflounderorlosehiswayinthisstorm。Iwillleadhim。“

  Theministertookthereinsfeeblyinhishandsandsatshiveringwiththecold。Sometimeswhentherewasalullinthewind,hecouldseethehorsestrugglingthroughthesnowwiththemanploddingsteadilybesidehim。Againtheblowingsnowwouldhidethemfromhimaltogether。Hehadnoideawheretheywereorwhatdirectiontheyweregoing。Hefeltasthoughhewerebeingwhirledawayintheheartofthestorm,andhesaidalltheprayersheknew。Butatlastthelongfourmileswereover,andCanutesethimdowninthesnowwhileheunlockedthedoor。Hesawthebridesittingbythefirewithhereyesredandswollenasthoughshehadbeenweeping。Canuteplacedahugechairforhim,andsaidroughly,——

  “Warmyourself。“

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