JAN VEDDERS WIFE - C O N T E N T S - I1 . A LII LEC LOUD I N THE SKY . . . . . . 17 111 . JANS OPPORTUNITY . . . . . . . . . . . 7 6 IV . THE DESOLATE H D O ME . . . . . . . . . 54 V111 . DEATH AND CHANGE . . . . . . . . . . 140 IX . JAN AT HIS POST . . . . . . . . . . . 167 XI1 . SNORRO AN D JAY . . . . . . . . . . . 2 52 XI11 . LITTLE J ANS TRIUMPH . . . . . . . . . 275 XIV . SANS RETURX . . . . . . . . . . . . 297 XV . LABOR A ND REST . . . . . . . . m . 312 JAN VEDDERS WIFE. CHAPTER I. C Eastward, afar, the coasts of men were seen Dim, shadowy, and spectral like a still Broad land of spirits lay the vacant sea Beneath the silent heavens-here and there, Perchance, a vessel skimmed the watery waste, Like a white-winged sea-bird, but it moved Too pale and small beneath the vail of space. There, too, went forth the sun Like a white angel, going down to visit The silent, ice-washed cloisters of the Pole. - RICHTERS TITAN , MORE than fifty years ago this thing hap pened Jan Vedder was betrothed to Margaret. Fae. It was at the beginning of the Shetland summer, that short interval of inexpressible beauty, when the amber sunshine lingers low in the violet skies from week to week and the throstle and the lark sing at midnight, atnd tke whoiP l afid has anc-airo f enchantment, mystic, woridert crl and iaF off. In the town of Lerwick all was still, though it was but nine oclock for the men were at the ling-fishing, and the narrow flagged street and small quays were quite deserted. Only at the public fountain there was a little crowd of women and girls, and they sat around its broad margin, with their water pitchers and their knitting, laughing and chatting in the dreamlike light. Well, and so Margaret Fae marries at last she, too, marries, like the rest of the world. Yes, and why not As every one knows, it is easier to begin that coil than to end i t and no one has ever thought that Margaret would marry Jan-he that is so often at the dance, and so seldom at the kirk. . Yes, and it is said that he is not much of a man. Magnus Yool can wag him here and Nicol Sinclair send him there, and if 1 Suneva Torr but cast her nixie-eyes on him, he leaves all to walk by her side. It is little mind of his own he hath besides that, he is hard to deal with, and obstinate. That is what we all think, Gisla thou alone hast uttered it. But we will say no more of Jan, for oft ill comes of womens talk. The speakers were middle-aged women who had husbands and sons in the fishing fleet, and they cast an anxious glance toward it, as they lifted their water pitchers to their heads, and walked slowly home together, knitting as they went. Lerwick had then only one street of importance, but it was of considerable length, extending in the form of an amphitheater along the shore, and having numberless little lanes or closes, intersected by stairs, running backward to an eminence above the town. The houses were generally large and comfortable, but they were built without the least regard to order. Some faced the sea, and some the land, . and the gable ends projected on every side, and at every conceivable angle. Many of their foundations were drilled out of the rock upon the shore, and the smooth waters of the bay were six feet deep at the open doors or windows. The utmost quiet reigned there. Shetland possessed no carts or carriages, and only the clattering of a sheltys gallop, or the song of a drunken sailor disturbed the echoes. The whole place had a singular, old-world look, and the names over the doors carried one back to Norseland and the Vikings... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.