The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-04-08

Translated From the Danish by Eynar
Hansen
The strong Bjorn" was about to be
married.
The usual signs Of such an occurrence
had come to pass, even to the most i'm
portant of them all; he had become en-
gagged.
Exactly how this happened however
history does not state. After the death
of the head fishermaster he had inherited
the house, and had paid off his brother
Niels for his share with a good sum of
money. so that the latter could build his
ewn home further off In the village. There
sat Bjorn then with his house and his sail
makers outfit, and felt very lonely in all
his new glory.
He got into the habit Of sauntering
more frequently than usual down to the
Inn, to get his short pipe filled, to drink
q glass and spin a yarn. The jolly inn
keeper had been married about a year,
and WAS as busy as could be running in
at the door of the inner room every few
minutes ito look after something"
what is the matter there?" asked
Bjorn. Cant you let the woman attend
to the cII1ld?"
The innkeeper explained 1t was the
teeth" that he was so interested in.
"Teeth?"
Yes, indeed, Bjorn. When the teeth
come through the crying stops"
rs that so? Say, tell me, could 1 see
The chnd?"
The father escorted him proudly into
the nursery where the young wife sat ar
q window with the child on her lap. She
was bending. over it, and was also looking
for the teeth"
BJorn saluted and came slowly nearer.
"Come and look at him." she said, smil
Ing.
The giant bent his head, but the child
became frightened at the heavy hair and
beard and screamed. Bjorn drew back in
alarm, but during his retreat he turned
several times and looked back at the win
dow
When he and the innkeeper were alone
IN The l0tters private room Bjorn stood
p while in thought, scratching with his
thick finger in his name.
Say, innkeeper, is 1t not wonderful
about such a little fellow? He had real
halls on his fingers and he looked at me-
The young father grew almost knock
kneed with pleasure, and rubbing his
hands answered: You ought to have
just such a one yourself. You have house
and money already
Yes, that's all right, But it is not so
easy 10 find a wife, friend"
BjoTn sat down, lost in thought, and
when the innlleeper touched his glass with
his own he looked up absently. DO you
know what l am thinking of, innkeeper!'
No. Let US hear it."
Il was thinking if at any time l should
really have been as small as that"
Il hope, for your mothers sake" said
the innkeeper, laughing, that when you
We're born you were a good deal smaller
than my baby now is
Then there was no more talk on that
subject.
Several days later Bjorn set out in his
good old boat with load Of potatoes for
the nearest town.
The boat was known as The Pail.
Heaven knows where 1t got the name;
probably from some nickname given in
mockery-people are SO wicked. But, as
It often happens, the nickname had be-
come a pet name and the boat was al
ways called The Pail. Red Anders, a
relative, went along with him, and,
after having sold their potatoes, and sold
them well at that e they were now
lying alongside the wharf, waiting for a
little more wind. Then 1t happened that
an old skipper Of the town, who had re-
tired, but could not altogether keep away
from the water, came sauntering down To
the dock, his hands in his pockets and