“By forsaking all others, I mean, literally, what I say.  I should want to cut her off entirely from all former ties.  To let any one into our secret, to reveal that hidden land to a gaping world, would be to destroy it.  We should be followed, tracked by the newspapers, written up, judged eccentric—­mad.  And I do not wish to be judged at all.  My separation from my kind would have in it more than a selfish whim, an obsession for solitude.  I want to get back to primitive civilization.  I want my children to face a simpler world than the one I faced.  Do you know what it means for a man to inherit money, with nothing back of it for two generations but hard work, although back of that there were, perhaps, kings?  It means that I had, unaided, to fit myself into a social scheme so complex that I have not yet mastered its intricacies.  I do not want to master them.  I do not want my sons to master them.  I want them to find life a thing of the day’s work, the day’s worship, the day’s out-of-door delights.  I want them to have time to think and to dream.  And then some day they shall come back if they wish to challenge civilization—­young prophets, perhaps, out of the wilderness—­seeing a new vision of God and man because of their detachment from all that might have blinded them.

“I have a feeling that your Nancy might, if she knew this, dream with me of a new race, rising to the level of the needs of a new world.  She might see herself as the mother of such a race—­sheltered in my hidden land, sailing the seas with me, held close to my heart.  I think I am a masterful man, but I should be masterful only to keep her to her best.  If she faltered I should strengthen her.  And I should make her happy.  I know that I could make her happy.  And for me there will never be another.

“I am leaving it to you to decide whether you will show her this.  I want her to see it, because it seems to me that she has a right to decide between the life that I can offer her and the life she must live if she marries Anthony Peak.  But it all involves a point of honor which I feel that I am not unprejudiced enough to decide.  So to-morrow I shall go away.  I shall sail far in the two months that I shall give myself before I come back.  And when I come, you will let me know whether I am to turn once more to the trackless seas, or stay to find my happiness.”

This letter when I had first read it had stirred me profoundly, as I think it must have stirred any man or woman who has yearned amid the complexities of modern existence to find some land of dreams.  Even to my island, comparatively untouched by the problems of existence in crowded centers, come the echoes of discord, of social unrest, of political upheavals, of commercial greed.  In this hidden land of Olaf’s would be life stripped of its sordidness, love free from the blight of cynicism and disillusion—­faith, firm in its nearness to God and the wonder of His works.  I envied Olaf his hidden land as I envied Nancy her opportunity.  My blood is the same as Nancy’s, and I love the sea.  And as we grow older our souls adventure!