Oyvind gazed fixedly at his father, who never took his
eyes from the window; the son did not dare speak, for the other must
have time to think the matter over fully. But at the same moment his
soul had fully run its course of anxiety, and regained its poise once
more. "No one but God can part us in the end," he thought to himself,
as he looked at his father's wrinkled brow. Soon after this something
occurred. Thore drew a long sigh, rose, glanced round the room, and
met his son's gaze. He paused, and looked long at him.
"It was my will that you should give her up, for one should hesitate
about succeeding through entreaties or threats. But if you are
determined not to give her up, you may let me know when the opportunity
comes, and perhaps I can help you."
He started off to his work, and the son followed.
But that evening Oyvind had his plan formed: he would endeavor to
become agriculturist for the district, and ask the inspector and the
school-master to aid him. "If she only remains firm, with God's help,
I shall win her through my work."
He waited in vain for Marit that evening, but as he walked about he
sang his favorite song:--
"Hold thy head up, thou eager boy!
Time a hope or two may destroy,
Soon in thy eye though is beaming,
Light that above thee is beaming!
"Hold thy head up, and gaze about!
Something thou'lt find that "Come!" does shout;
Thousands of tongues it has bringing
Tidings of peace with their singing.
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