“Well, we must part some time—­you can cry if you like.  Good-bye, good-bye.”

And they shook hands all round.

Olof turned toward the girls, where they stood in a group, but was checked by a glance from two deep, honest blue eyes—­the fairy of the forest!  Her glance was clear and serene as before, but there was something in it that pierced him like a steel.  He felt suddenly guilty, and turned pale.  He could not move, but stood there fixed by the glance of those blue eyes.

He could not stand there like that.  He raised his head to look at the fairy girl, but his glance turned aside, and met another’s eyes.  These two looked at him, questioning, wondering.  And they sent forth such a stream of clear and sparkling light that all else seemed to vanish, and the blood rushed to his cheeks.

“Good-night.”  He raised his hat to the girls, and turned his back.

The party broke up, all going their several ways.

  “Never shall I leave my love,
      Never shall we part....”

Some of the young men had crossed the stream already, and were singing as they went.  Olof walked up the hill towards his home.

  “Never shall we part....”

—­he took up the words half aloud, and his face was set in a strange expression of resolution and eager, almost fierce, delight.

A MOTHER’S EYES

The warm, soft twilight of a spring night filled the room.  And all was still.

“Oh, I have waited for you so!” whispered the girl, flinging her arms round her lover’s neck.  “I was so afraid you would not come—­that something might have happened....”

“And what could happen, and who could keep me from coming to you?  But I could not come before—­I don’t know what it was made mother stay up so late to-night.”

“Do you think she ...” began the girl.  But a passionate kiss closed her lips.

“If you only knew how I have been longing for you,” said he.  “All day I’ve been waiting for the evening to come.  I’ve thought of nothing else since I first looked into your eyes—­Gazelle!”

“Do you mean it, Olof?” She nestled closer to him as she spoke.

“And do you know what I was thinking as I walked behind the plough?  I wanted you to be a tiny flower, to put in my breast, so I could see you all the time.  Or a sweet apple I could keep in my pocket and fondle secretly—­talk to you and play with you and no one ever to know.”

“How prettily you talk, Olof!”

“If anyone had told me, I would never have believed love was like this.  It’s all so strange.  Do you know, I want to....”

“Yes?  Tell me!”

“Crush you to death—­like this!”

“Oh, if I could die like that—­now, now....”

“No, no—­but to crush you slowly, in a long, long kiss.”

The twilight quivered in the room.  And all was still.