Invisible Links eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 251 pages of information about Invisible Links.



I can see before me the little town, friendly as a home.  It is so small that I know its every hole and corner, am friends with all the children and know the name of every one of its dogs.  Who ever walked up the street knew to which window he must raise his eyes to see a lovely face behind the panes, and who ever strolled through the town park knew well whither he should turn his steps to meet the one he wished to meet.

One was as proud of the beautiful roses in the garden of a neighbor, as if they had grown in one’s own.  If anything mean or vulgar was done, it was as great a shame as if it had happened in one’s own family; but at the smallest adventure, at a fire or a fight in the market-place, one swelled with pride and said:  “Only see what a community!  Do such things ever happen anywhere else?  What a wonderful town!”

In my beloved town nothing ever changes.  If I ever come there again, I shall find the same houses and shops that I knew of old; the same holes in the pavements will cause my downfall; the same stiff hedges of lindens, the same clipped lilac bushes will captivate my fascinated gaze.  Again shall I see the old Mayor who rules the whole town walking down the street with elephantine tread.  What a feeling of security there is in knowing that you are walking there!  And deaf old Halfvorson will still be digging in his garden, while his eyes, clear as water, stare and wander as if they would say:  “We have investigated everything, everything; now, earth, we will bore down to your very centre.”

But one who will not still be there is little, round Petter Nord:  the little fellow from Vaermland, you know, who was in Halfvorson’s shop; he who amused the customers with his small mechanical inventions and his white mice.  There is a long story about him.  There are stories to be told about everything and everybody in the town.  Nowhere else do such wonderful things happen.

He was a peasant boy, little Petter Nord.  He was short and round; he was brown-eyed and smiling.  His hair was paler than birch leaves in the autumn; his cheeks were red and downy.  And he was from Vaermland.  No one, seeing him, could imagine that he was from any other place.  His native land had equipped him with its excellent qualities.  He was quick at his work, nimble with his fingers, ready with his tongue, clear in his thoughts.  And, moreover, full of fun, good-natured and brave, kind and quarrelsome, inquisitive and a chatterbox.  A madcap, he never could show more respect to a burgomaster than to a beggar!  But he had a heart; he fell in love every other day, and confided in the whole town.

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