Augusta's hand. Don't you see how desperately
she is struggling, poor thing?"
Strand dropped the hand as if it had been a
hot coal, blushed to the edge of his hair, and
made another
profoundreverence. He was a
tall, huge-limbed youth, with a frame of
gigantic mold, and a large, blonde,
shaggy head,
like that of some
good-natured antediluvian
animal, which might feel the dis
advantages of
its size amid the puny beings of this later stage
of
creation. There was a frank directness in
his gaze, and an unconsciousness of self, which
made him very
winning, and which could not
fail of its effect upon a girl who, like Augusta,
was fond of the
uncommon, and hated smooth,
facile and well-tailored young men, with the
labels of society and fashion upon their coats,
their mustaches, and their speech. And Strand,
with his large sun-burned face, his wild-growing
beard, blue
woolen shirt, top boots, and unkempt
appearance generally, was a sufficiently
startling
phenomenon to satisfy even so exacting
a fancy as hers; for, after
reading his book
about the Wading Birds, she had made up her
mind that he must have few points of resemblance
to the men who had
hitherto formed part
of her own small world, although she had not
until now
decided just in what way he was to
differ.
"Suppose I help you carry your knapsack,"
said Arnfinn, who was flitting about like a small
nimble spaniel
trying to make friends with some
large,
good-natured Newfoundland. "You must
be very tired, having roamed about in this
Quixotic fashion!"
"No, I thank you," responded Strand, with
an
incredulous laugh, glancing
alternately from
Arnfinn to the knapsack, as if estimating their
proportionate weight. "I am afraid you would
rue your
bargain if I accepted it."
"I suppose you have a great many stuffed
birds at home," remarked the girl, looking
with self-forgetful
admiration at the large
brawny figure.
"No, I have hardly any," answered he,
seating himself on the ground, and pulling a thick
note-book from his pocket. "I prefer live
creatures. Their anatomical and physiological
peculiarities have been
studied by others, and
volumes have been written about them. It is
their
psychological traits, ii you will allow the
expression, which interest me, and those I can
only get at while they are alive."
"How delightful!"
Some minutes later they were all on their way
to the Parsonage. The sun, in spite of its mid-
summer wakefulness, was getting red-eyed and
drowsy, and the
purple mists which hung in
scattered fragments upon the forest below had
lost something of their deep-tinged brilliancy.
But Augusta, quite blind to the weakened light
effects, looked out upon the broad
landscape in
ecstasy, and, appealing to her more apathetic
companions, invited them to share her joy at the
beauty of the faint-flushed summer night.
"You are getting quite dithyrambic, my
dear," remarked Arnfinn, with an air of cousinly
superiority, which he felt was eminently
becoming to him; and Augusta looked up with
quick surprise, then smiled in an
absent way,
and forgot what she had been
saying. She had
no
suspicion but that her
enthusiasm had been