Against heavy odds, a tale of Norse heroism, and A fearless trio . gest boy Iever knew, said Ragna, putting down abasket of flowers which she carried on herarm and seating herself on a big bowlder. 72 Against Heavy Odds. I? How so? queried Ingomar. Well, I have screamed till I am as hoarseas a crow. You must have heard me for thelast fifteen minutes. You are mistaken. I answered you themoment I heard you. Well, we wont quarrel about it. Butsay, Ingomar, when are you going to be agreat man? You remember you told me. Ihave been waiting for it daily, and I believethat is what makes me so out of b
Against heavy odds, a tale of Norse heroism, and A fearless trio . gest boy Iever knew, said Ragna, putting down abasket of flowers which she carried on herarm and seating herself on a big bowlder. 72 Against Heavy Odds. I? How so? queried Ingomar. Well, I have screamed till I am as hoarseas a crow. You must have heard me for thelast fifteen minutes. You are mistaken. I answered you themoment I heard you. Well, we wont quarrel about it. Butsay, Ingomar, when are you going to be agreat man? You remember you told me. Ihave been waiting for it daily, and I believethat is what makes me so out of breath,she added, coughing, and wiping her fore-head with her handkerchief She glanced up at him, her eyes dancingwith mischief Ragna, you always were a great tease,he said with a sad smile; but I beg of you,dont tease me on that subject. Why not? Because I am very sensitive. You dontwant to hurt me, do you? She grew suddenly serious, and a warmS3mpathy replaced the mischief in her here, Ingomar, she said, you havegot some trouble. Tell me all about look: here, INGOMAR, SHE SAID, VOU HAVE fiOT SOME A Thorny Path. y^ I cant, Ragna. You would nt under-stand it. Understand it! Well, I like that! shecried defiantly. Now you ve got to tellme. You might just as well give up atonce, for you wont have peace until youdo. He forgot for the moment whose daughtershe was, and after some coaxing told herhis secret. It seemed very sweet to him,after his long, solitary brooding, to pourthe tale of his struggles and disappoint-ments into a sympathetic ear. The livelyinterest which she betrayed in his ambition,and her absolute confidence in his geniuswere like balm to his wounded spirit. Ingomar, cried Ragna, when he hadfinished his story, I 11 tell you what to go to my father, and tell him what youhave told me. He will lend you the twohundred dollars to make your model. Ingomar gave an incredulous laugh andlooked out over the sea. He did not wantPrebensens daughte
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