happy Jan would be to get this, had come straight over with it the
moment it arrived.

Jan glanced about him, bewildered. Many ugly words were on the tip
of his tongue, but now he had no time to give vent to them. What
did he care about being revenged on Lars Gunnarson? Why should he
bother to defend himself? The letter drew him away with a power
that was irresistible. He was out of the house and with Katrina
before the people inside had recovered from their dread of what he
might have hurled at his employer in the way of accusation.


AUGUST DÄR NOL

0ne evening, when Glory Goldie had been gone about a month, August
Där Nol came down to the Ashdales. August and Glory had been
comrades at the Östanby school and had been confirmed the same
summer.

A fine, manly lad was August Där Nol, and a favourite with every
one. His parents were people of means and no one had a brighter or
more assured future to look forward to than had he. Having been
absent from home for six months, he had only learned on his return
that Glory Goldie had gone away in order to earn money to save her
old home. It was his mother who told him of this, and before she
had finished talking he snatched up his cap and rushed out, never
pausing until he had reached the gate at Ruffluck Croft; there he
stopped and looked toward the hut.

Katrina saw August standing there and made a pretext of going to