When Magde arrived she found Carl had prepared the way for her so that she, without hindrance, proceeded directly to the old man’s cell.  Mr. Lonner was deeply moved by the visit of his children; but he appeared perfectly resigned.  Magde’s two children were seated upon his knees, while Carl was standing before him relating all that had transpired during his imprisonment.  The cloud which had rested upon the old man’s brow changed instantly to an expression of joy when he beheld Magde the wife of his beloved son, enter the room.  His arms trembled as he embraced her, and his heart throbbed painfully when she described her sorrows and troubles, and told him that Nanna had nearly fainted as they were about entering the boat, at the mere thought of the second parting.

“It was right to leave her behind,” said Mr. Lonner, “and if we can only find some means whereby I may be released before the autumn, that the cold may not increase my feebleness, then—­”

“Means must be found, father, I think, of immediately going to the city, to take our cow and the two sheep with me, aside from those I will also take the piece of linen which I have made for Ragnar’s shirts.  By adding all these together I—­”

“But, dear daughter, if you sell the cow, how will these little ones prosper?” He clasped his hands upon the two little white heads of the children who were sitting in his lap.

“O, I can borrow some milk of our neighbors, and we can repay them in the fall, after Ragnar returns, for then we shall have another cow.”

“That will never do, my child.  We must discover some other method.”

“I had an idea, also,” said Carl, advancing from a corner into which he had withdrawn when Magde entered.

“What is it, my good boy?” inquired his father.

“I was thinking about that which Ragnar has so often told us, about the people in England who procured money by pawning themselves—­what was it he called it?” continued he, scratching his head to arouse his memory.

“Life Insurance, was it not?” replied his father.

“That’s it, father, and Ragnar also told me that even here in Sweden, gold might be obtained from England on such terms.  Now, if we could find some one who understood this matter, and would undertake to draw up the proper writings, I would willingly give my life as security, and then you see, father, I should be just the same as so much ready money.”

“My good son, your words are well intended; but it is not as you think in relation to Life Insurance.”

“O, that is too bad, father, or you might have received a large sum of money when I am dead.”

“My life, I hope, will be finished before yours,” said his father, “I am old, and you are young.”

“True, I am young in years; but lately, yes, last Friday, while I passed through the church yard, I heard a voice, and that voice I believed.”

“What ideas you invent!” exclaimed Magde, frightened for the first time, as she observed Carl’s hollow cheeks and sunken eye, “but what did the voice say?”