Growth of the Soil Part 45
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Here, again, she was right in a way; when she had been heavy and ailing--that was the time to talk of help. But then Barbro herself had done her work all the time as if nothing were the matter; she had been quick and clever as usual, did all that had to be done, and had never spoken a word about getting help.
"Well, I can't make it out, anyway," said he hopelessly.
Silence.
Barbro asked: "What's this about you taking over the telegraph after father?"
"What? Who said a word about that?"
"Well, they say it's to be."
"Why," said Axel, "it may come to something; I'll not say no."
"Ho!"
But why d'you ask?"
"Nothing," said Barbro; "only that you've turned my father out of house and home, and now you're taking the bread out of his mouth."
Silence.
Oh, but that was the end of Axel's patience. "I'll tell you this," he cried, "you're not worth all I've done for you and yours!"
"Ho!" said Barbro.
"No!" said he, striking his fist on the table. And then he got up.
"You can't frighten me, so don't think," whimpered Barbro, and moved over nearer the wall.
"Frighten you?" he said again, and sniffed scornfully. "I'm going to speak out now in earnest. What about that child? Did you drown it?"
"Drown it?"
"Ay. It's been in the water."
"Ho, so you've seen it? You've been--" "sniffing at it," she was going to say, but dared not; Axel was not to be played with just then, by his looks. "You've been and found it?"
"I saw it had been in the water."
"Ay," said she, "and well it might. 'Twas born in the water; I slipped in and couldn't get up again."
"Slipped, did you?"
"Yes, and the child came before I could get out."
"H'm," said he. "But you took the bit of wrapping with you before you went out--was that in case you should happen to fall in?"
"Wrapping?" said she again.
"A bit of white rag--one of my s.h.i.+rts you'd cut half across."
"Ay," said Barbro, "'twas a bit of rag I took with me to carry back juniper twigs in."
"Juniper twigs?"
"Yes. Didn't I tell you that was what I'd been for?"
"Ay, so you said. Or else it was twigs for a broom."
"Well, no matter what it was...."
It was an open quarrel between them this time. But even that died away after a time, and all was well again. That is to say, not well exactly--no, but pa.s.sable. Barbro was careful and more submissive; she knew there was danger. But that way, life at Maaneland grew even more forced and intolerable--no frankness, no joy between them, always on guard. It could not last long, but as long as it lasted at all, Axel was forced to be content. He had got this girl on the place, and had wanted her for himself and had her, tied his life to her; it was not an easy matter to alter all that. Barbro knew everything about the place: where pots and vessels stood, when cows and goats were to bear, if the winter feed would be short or plenty, how much milk was for cheese and how much for food--a stranger would know nothing of it all, and even so, a stranger was perhaps not to be had.
Oh, but Axel had thought many a time of getting rid of Barbro and taking another girl to help; she was a wicked thing at times, and he was almost afraid of her. Even when he had the misfortune to get on well with her he drew back at times in fear of her strange cruelty and brutal ways; but she was pretty to look at, and could be sweet at times, and bury him deep in her arms. So it had been--but that was over now. No, thank you--Barbro was not going to have all that miserable business over again. But it was not so easy to change....
"Let's get married at once, then," said Axel, urging her.
"At once?" said she. "Nay; I must go into town first about my teeth, they're all but gone as it is."
So there was nothing to do but go on as before. And Barbro had no real wages now, but far beyond what her wages would have been; and every time she asked for money and he gave it, she thanked him as for a gift. But for all that Axel could not make out where the money went--what could she want money for out in the wilds? Was she h.o.a.rding for herself? But what on earth was there to save and save for, all the year round?
There was much that Axel could not make out. Hadn't he given her a ring--ay, a real gold ring? And they had got on well together, too, after that last gift; but it could not last for ever, far from it; and he could not go on buying rings to give her. In a word--did she mean to throw him over? Women were strange creatures! Was there a man with a good farm and a well-stocked place of his own waiting for her somewhere else? Axel could at times go so far as to strike his fist on the table in his impatience with women and their foolish humours.
A strange thing, Barbro seemed to have nothing really in her head but the thought of Bergen and town life. Well and good. But if so, why had she come back at all, confound her! A telegram from her father would never have moved her a step in itself; she must have had some other reason. And now here she was, eternally discontented from morning to night, year after year. All these wooden buckets, instead of proper iron pails; cooking-pots instead of saucepans; the everlasting milking instead of a little walk round to the dairy; heavy boots, yellow soap, a pillow stuffed with hay; no military bands, no people. Living like this....
They had many little bouts after the one big quarrel. Ho, time and again they were at it! "You say no more about it, if you're wise,"
said Barbro. "And not to speak of what you've done about father and all."
Said Axel: "Well, what have I done?"
"Oh, you know well enough," said she. "But for all that you'll not be Inspector, anyway."
"Ho!"
"No, that you won't. I'll believe it when I see it."
"Meaning I'm not good enough, perhaps?"
"Oh, good enough and good enough.... Anyway, you can't read nor write, and never so much as take a newspaper to look at."
"As to that," said he, "I can read and write all I've any need for.
But as for you, with all your gabble and talk ... I'm sick of it."
"Well, then, here's that to begin with," said she, and threw down the silver ring on the table.
"Ho!" said he, after a while. "And what about the other?"
"Oh, if you want your rings back that you gave me, you can have them,"
said she, trying to pull off the gold one.
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