The Dad

The man whose story is here to be told was the richest and most compelling individual in his area; his name was Thord Overseas. He showed up in the minister's review one day, tall and sincere. "I have gotten a child," said he, "and I wish to introduce him for submersion."

"What will his name be?"

"Finn, — after my dad."

"Also, the patrons?"

They were referenced and ended up being the best people of Thord's relations in the area.

"Is there whatever else?" asked the minister, and turned upward.

The laborer faltered a bit.

"I ought to like especially to have him absolved without anyone else," said he, at long last.

"In other words on seven days a day?"

"Next Saturday, at noon early afternoon."

"Is there whatever else?" asked the cleric.

"There isn't anything else;" and the worker whirled his cap like he was going to go.

Then the cleric rose. "There is yet this, notwithstanding," said he, and strolling toward Thord, he took him by the hand and looked seriously at him: "God award that the kid might turn into a gift to you!"

Yet again one day sixteen years after the fact, Thord remained in the minister's review.

"Truly, you convey your age amazingly well, Thord," said the cleric; for he saw no change whatever in the man.

"That is because I experience no difficulties," answered Thord.

To this, the minister didn't say anything, yet inevitably he inquired: "What is your pleasure tonight?"

"I have come tonight about that child of mine who is to be affirmed tomorrow."

"He is a splendid kid."

"I didn't wish to pay the minister until I heard what number the kid would have when he has his spot in chapel tomorrow."

"He will stand number one.'

"So I have heard, and the following are ten bucks for the minister."

"Is there whatever else I can accomplish for you?" asked the minister, focusing on Thord.

"There isn't anything else."

Thord went out.

Eight years more moved by, and afterward one day a commotion was heard beyond the cleric's review, for some men were drawing nearer, and at their head was Thord, who entered first.

The cleric gazed upward and remembered him.

"You come all around went to tonight, Thord,"

"I'm here to demand that the banns might be distributed for my child; he is going to wed Karen Storliden, a little girl of Gudmund, who remains here adjacent to me."

"Why, that is the most extravagant young lady in the ward."

"So they say," answered the worker, stroking back his hair with one hand.

The cleric sat some time as though in profound naturally suspected, then, at that point, entered the names in his book, without offering any remarks, and the men composed their marks under. Thord laid three bucks on the table.

"One is all I'm to have," said the cleric.

"I know that quite well; yet he is my lone youngster, I believe should do it liberally."

The minister took the cash.

"This is presently the third time, Thord, that you have come here for your child."

"However, presently I'm through with him," said Thord, and collapsing up his wallet he said goodbye and left.

The men gradually followed him.

A fortnight later, the dad and child were paddling across the lake, one quiet, still day, to Storliden to make game plans for the wedding.

"This impedes isn't secure," said the child, and rose to fix the seat on which he was sitting.

At a similar second the board he was remaining on slipped from under him; he tossed out his arms, expressed a yell, and fell over the edge.

"Grab hold of the paddle!" yelled the dad, springing to his feet and holding out the paddle.

Yet, when the child had put forth two or three attempts he developed firm.

"Stand by a second!" cried the dad, and started to push toward his child.

Then, at that point, the child turned over on his back, gave his dad one long look, and sank.

Thord could barely trust it; he kept the boat still and gazed where his child had gone down as he should unquestionably rise to the top once more. There rose a few air pockets, then some more, lastly one enormous one that burst; and the lake lay there as smooth and splendid as a mirror once more.

For three days and three evenings, individuals saw the dad paddling endlessly around the spot, without taking either food or rest; he was hauling the lake for the body of his child. Furthermore, toward the morning of the third day, he tracked down it and conveyed it in his arms up over the slopes to his guard.

It could have been about a year from that day, when the minister, late one pre-winter evening, heard somebody in the section beyond the entryway, cautiously attempting to track down the hook. The minister opened the entryway, and in strolled a tall, slim man, with bowed structure and white hair. The cleric took a gander at him before he remembered him. It was Thord.

"Are you out strolling so late?" said the minister, and stopped before him.

"Ok, yes! it is late," said Thord, and sat down.

The minister plunked down additionally, like pausing. A long, long quietness followed. Finally, Thord said:

"I have something with me that I ought to jump at the chance to provide for poor people; I believe it should be put as a heritage in my child's name."

He rose, laid some cash on the table, and plunked down once more. The minister counted it.

"It is a lot of cash," said he.

"It is around 50% of the cost of my guard. I sold it today."

The minister sat long and peacefully. Finally, he asked, however tenderly:

"What do you propose to do now, Thord?"

"Something better."

They stayed there for some time, Thord with sad eyes, the cleric with his eyes fixed on Thord. As of now, the cleric said, gradually and delicately:

"I think your child has finally presented to you a genuine gift."

"Indeed, I suspect as much myself," said Thord, turning upward, while two major tears flowed gradually down his cheeks.