In God's Way Part 30
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"Are you quite sure that you would do so?"
"Pray, what do you mean by that?"
"Only that you continually teach him things that you yourself cannot possibly believe."
"What are you driving at?" He got very red; for he felt that this was the beginning of an explanation.
"I have often thought of speaking to you of this," she said, "and now the right moment has come. You surely don't believe that the world was created as it is now in six days, six thousand years ago, and that the story of the first man and woman, and the patriarchs is anything but a tradition? Likewise everything about Paradise. The world and human beings cannot have begun by being perfect. But this is what you teach the children, and of late even Edward."
He now walked up and down the room; she stood in the doorway between the room and the pa.s.sage. Every time he approached her he gave her a decided, yes, even a look full of power; this was not the look of an evil conscience, she felt that. To show her in what spirit he wished to act, he stopped and said, quietly: "Shan't we sit down, Josephine?"
"No," answered she, "I did not come to stay."
"What you call a tradition," he said, "is the everlasting truth that G.o.d created everything and everyone, and that sin is a falling away from Him."
"Why not teach them in this wise, instead of by untrue pictures?"
"Children understand pictures best, Josephine."
"Then tell them that it is only a fairy tale."
"That's of no consequence."
"It is of the greatest consequence that children should not learn everlasting truths in an untrue form--at least, so I think."
He saw that she was working herself up into a state of excitement, and reproved her for it; surely they ought to be able to talk together without that.
"No," she said, "I cannot; for you must know that not only our boy's future, but yours and mine too, depend on this." She went up to the desk to be nearer to him, maybe too she needed support.
But he was not to be put down. "If you yourself, Josephine, were as thoroughly convinced of the eternal truth as you pretend to be, and were you protesting for that truth's sake, then all the rest would be of small importance. And what we wish to put in its stead is very uncertain too; we know that everything did not exactly happen as the revered Book tells us; what we do not know is what the real state of things was. This only we do know, that our life proceeds from G.o.d, and in G.o.d alone can we be happy; therefore, let both children and grown-up people accept the first teachings of our fathers, at any rate for the present." There was all the honest strength of conviction in his words, and they were full of power. She was silent for a long time; but all at once something else came over her.
"Do you know that, if it had not been for the total mismanagement of my intelligence and character when I was a child, I too would have become--different from what I am now?"
"Yes," he said, coldly, "I hear that latterly you have come to this conclusion; that faith is the misfortune of your life."
"I never said that!" she exclaimed, very pale, "never meant it either!"
But she added, more quietly: "I have never allowed faith in G.o.d and salvation through Jesus to be a restraint on my intelligence. Never!"
"Dear me, how fortunate!" said he, but he sighed deeply afterwards.
"Well, if you don't intend to listen to me," she said, "I will just tell you my business straight out. Either you stop telling the boy those fairy tales which are not innocent ones, since they thus ensnare his understanding, or else, Ole, I can no longer consider you as wholly conscientious."
It was not the first time she had spoken harshly; they had had many a long and bitter quarrel. But she had never spoken quite so harshly, never before attacked his faith in that way. She had pleaded her right to have her own opinions, but always with much abuse of his; she had parried his attacks with sharp weapons; but never before had she talked like that or laid down conditions. For long he had been weighed down by the knowledge that she was brooding over something; but this fully armed purpose, sustained by such strength of mind and so much anger--there they stood facing each other; each sounding the depths of the other's will. He too was boiling over with indignant rage, and to put an end at once to anything she might imagine, he said: "The boy remains with me!"
"With you?" she turned ashy pale. "Have you more right to him than I?
Are you his mother?"
"I am his father. The Bible and the law const.i.tute the father owner of the child."
She began to walk up and down, but only between the window and door, as though they were the bars of a cage; her bosom heaved, her breathing was audible, the paleness of her face, her voice, her eyes, all told of the dreadful agitation she was in; she would never have thought him capable of such a thing.
"Are you not ashamed of yourself? Would you keep the boy?"
"Such is my intention, as sure as G.o.d orders me to do it. You shall not corrupt our boy!"
"Corrupt him? I? No, that is too much, now I will speak out! From my childhood up you gained power over me in that very same way. Through your unwavering faith you gained power over my mind without my knowing it, for you were so good and devoted. In that way you ruined my nature--that you did--it was meant for other things. You gave me an aim, a choice in life, I knew nothing of it myself. I tell you all this as it was, without blaming you for it. But you must know that you shall not have the same power over my child. Not as long as there is a spark of life in me, in spite of both law and Bible. Now you know that, and you shall see it too!"
Had she but known that for long, very long, he had expected that she would confront him in this way, she would have spared herself such a terrible outburst of pa.s.sion. He himself was thoroughly master of his feelings.
"Of course, I have led astray your most divine nature, I have known it long! I have done it through that faith which you do not possess. My dear, I was aware of that before you went away!" He spoke slowly and impressively.
"Oh, so you do know it!" she burst forth, pa.s.sionately; "you do know it! Your faith has never been mine; it did not suit me. But I have had none other instead; I went about thinking it was a sin that I could not have the same faith as you; I was crushed and overwhelmed, not being able to devote all my strength to something of my own. Therefore I have never been like others. It has all been wrong!"
"What would you have been, you?"
"Let me say the worst--a circus rider," answered she, without as much as moving an eye. He stopped abruptly, he could neither believe his ears nor his eyes.
"Circus rider?" He laughed scornfully. "Indeed, it has been a great loss for the world--and for yourself, Josephine, that you did not become one!"
"I knew you would think so! But if I had had to do with the management of a circus I could have provided bread for hundreds, and healthy amus.e.m.e.nt for thousands. That is not so little--it is more than most can do. As it is, what have I done? What empty trifles have I been struggling with? And to what have I attained? That I am on the point of despising both yourself and me! What has our life--what has our intercourse come to? Can you even say that you cherish any love for me?
Can I say that I am fond of you?"
"No, Josephine, we both know of whom you are fond."
Had he struck her as her brother had done, she could not have been more furious--partly because he had said that (she scarcely knew that it had been in his thoughts), and partly because this man who made that speech owed everything to her brother and to herself, and yet it was he who had come between the brother and sister and separated them.
"Ah, he possesses that which you have not!" she answered, seeking to wound him. "Nevertheless, it is cowardly of you to say such a thing."
"Is it, indeed? Do you not think that I know it is his fault that I have lost you, lost the peace of my home, lost, too, all joy in my calling, and am now threatened with the loss of my child?"
His voice trembled, he began in anger, but it turned to deep grief, and it was the same with her. She felt inclined to sob and cry. But neither of them would give way to such weakness. She stood looking out of the window; he walked up and down the room. There was a long, long pause.
Again she was overcome with anger. His step, too, sounded defiant; still there was silence. What he had just said was shameful, certainly.
"Well," she said, without looking round, "now you know the conditions.
You can preach about such tales as that of Kristen Larssen's haunting the place, and you have not even sought to inquire into the matter!
Just as with your tales of Paradise; you don't believe in them yourself, and yet you can repeat them! Can I have any respect for such conduct? I must say, my brother is much more honest than that! If you come again to my boy with those tales without telling him that they are only fairy tales," and she turned around to him, "then, Ole, there will be an end to our living together. Before G.o.d, this is the truth. It will never be any use your trying to take him from me by such means."
She moved toward him: "I will never submit to it, Ole!" She left him.
On that very Sunday, at the self-same hour, Kallem returned home to dine; his dinner hour was somewhat later than his brother-in-law's.
He could see Ragni through the kitchen door, with a long ap.r.o.n on which reached up to her chin; she was cutting up vegetables on the kitchen table. He took his things off in the pa.s.sage and went in and joined her; latterly he had an ever-increasing fear which he had to conceal.
Was it the white ap.r.o.n that threw a pale shadow over her, or the steam from Sigrid's cooking? She really was looking fearfully ill. And surely she had been crying! It sent a pang through his heart. She did not look up from her work, but said:
"We are to have a guest for dinner."
"We are?"
"Yes, Otto Meek, Karl's father; he was here this morning, and is now coming to dinner."
In God's Way Part 30
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