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bridegroom was carried; and here were they, arrayed as
for a feast—yet, who that treads the green paths
of earth does not know his fate is affliction, sorrow,
unhappiness, and death! They wept at the thought
that no earthly power could save them from the
inevitable.
The Captain’s wife did not weep; but she was
the only one whose eyes were dry. When the
burial service had been read, and the grave filled in,
the mourners went back to their carriages. Only the
mother and Anna Stjärnhök lingered at the grave
to bid their dead a last farewell. The older woman
seated herself on the mound, and Anna sat down
beside her.
“Anna Stjärnhök,” said the mother, “I have
prayed God to let Death, the deliverer, come and take
away my son. ‘Let him come,’ I said, ‘and take him
I love most to the quiet garden of peace, and I shall
weep no tears save tears of joy; with nuptial splendor
shall he be followed to his grave, and the red
rose-bush growing outside my window I shall take
to him in the churchyard. And now my son is
dead. I welcomed Death as a friend, calling him by
the sweetest of names. I shed tears of joy on the
still, cold face of my son. In the autumn, when the
leaves are fallen, I shall bring hither my red
rosebush. But do you who sit beside me know why I
sent up such prayers to God?”
The Captain’s wife looked hard at Anna
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