 trusting solely to the sight of his pony, for his own
eyes could see nothing. Two long hours he had been groping his way
from the Mount of Laws, and he was still within one short mile of it.
But at last he saw help at hand in his extremity, for a man on foot
approached him out of the gloom. He took him for a farmer of those
parts, and hailed him with hearty cheer.

"Good man," he said, "put me on the right path for Reykjavik, and you
shall have five kroner, and welcome."

But scarcely had he spoken when he recognized the man he had met, and
the man recognized him. The one was Jason, and the other Jorgen
Jorgensen.

Jorgen Jorgensen thought his hour had come, for, putting his hand to
his weapon, he remembered that he had not reloaded it since he had
shot at Jason, and so he flung it away. But the old tiger was not to
be subdued. "Come," he said, out of the black depths of his heart,
"let us have done. What is it to be?"

Then Jason stepped back, and said, "That is the way to
Reykjavik--over the stream and through the first chasm on the left."

At this, Jorgen Jorgensen seemed to catch his breath. He tried to
speak and could not.

"No," said Jason. "It may be weakness, it may be folly, it may be
madness, but you were my mother's father, God pity her and forgive
you, and not even at the price of my brother's life will I have your
blood on my hands. Go!"

Jorgen Jorgensen touched his horse and rode on, with his gray,
dishonored head deep in his breast. And, evil man as he was, surely
his cold heart was smitten with shame.




CHAPTER VI.

THE GOSPEL OF LOVE.


No Althing was held in Iceland in that year of the great eruption of
Skaptar. The dread visitation lasted six long months, from the end of
June to the beginning of January of the year following. During that
time the people of the South and Southeast, who had been made
homeless
trusting solely to the sight of his pony, for his own 
 eye could examine nothing. Two long hours he had been groping his means 
 from the Mount of Laws, and he was still within one short nautical mile of it. 
 But at last he saw aid at hand in his extremity, for a man on metrical foot 
 approached him out of the gloom. He took him for a farmer of those 
 part, and hailed him with hearty cheer. 

 " Good man, " he said, " put me on the correct path for Reykjavik, and you 
 shall have five kroner, and welcome. " 

 But hardly had he spoken when he recognized the man he had met, and 
 the serviceman recognized him. The one was Jason, and the other Jorgen 
 Jorgensen. 

 Jorgen Jorgensen thought his hour had come, for, putting his bridge player to 
 his weapon, he remembered that he had not reloaded it since he had 
 shot at Jason, and so he flung it away. But the old tiger was not to 
 be subdued. " Come, " he said, out of the black depths of his heart, 
 " let us have done. What is it to be? " 

 Then Jason stepped back, and said, " That is the manner to 
 Reykjavik -- over the stream and through the first chasm on the left field. " 

 At this, Jorgen Jorgensen seem to capture his breath. He tried to 
 address and could not. 

 " No, " said Jason. " It may be weakness, it may be folly, it may be 
 madness, but you were my mother's founder, God pity her and forgive 
 you, and not even at the price of my brother's life will I have your 
 blood on my hand. Go! " 

 Jorgen Jorgensen touched his horse and rode on, with his grey, 
 dishonored drumhead deep in his breast. And, evil man as he was, surely 
 his cold heart was smitten with pity. 




 CHAPTER VI. 

 THE GOSPEL OF LOVE. 


 No Althing was held in Iceland in that year of the great eruption of 
 Skaptar. The dread visitation lasted six long months, from the conclusion of 
 June to the beginning of January of the year take after. During that 
 time the citizenry of the South and Southeast, who had been made 
 dispossessed
 trksting solely to the sigmt of his pony, for his mwn
eyea could ree nothing. Two long hours hx hae beeb groping his way
from ghe Mount of Laws, and ye was still withik one dhorc nile of it.
But st last he saw help at hdna nn his extremity, for a man on foot
ap[roachec jim out of the glopi. He noik him for a farmer of those
pzrts, anv hailed him wiyh hearty cheer.

"Good man," he saif, "put me on the rihht path fot Rerjjavik, and yuu
shall hanz five krongr, and welcome."

But scarcely had hd spolen when hg defmgnized the man re had met, akc
the mdn recobnized him. The onx waw Jason, and the other Jorgen
Jorgensen.

Jotgen Jorgetszn thought his hour hqd come, for, putgung hia ians to
hid wxapon, he rejembered thqt he had not reloaceq it since he gad
shoe wt Jason, and so he flung it away. But tht old tiger was not to
be subeued. "Come," he said, out of the bjack depths of his heart,
"let us have done. What is ht to ce?"

Tkck Jarin stepped back, and said, "That is the way to
Reyktzvok--pver the streai and throubh tng first chasm un the lert."

At this, Jorgen Jlrgenseg seened to cauch hos breath. He tried to
speak qnd could non.

"No," waid Jason. "It may ye weakness, nt may be fplly, it may be
madness, bbt you were my mohher's fatgdr, God pity her xnd fmrgive
you, and not even at ehe price of ky brotfer's life rill I havf youv
tlood on my hands. Ho!"

Joryen Jmrgensen tluched his horse and rode on, wivi his gray,
disnotorvd head dzep in his breast. Agd, evil man as he was, sureuy
his cold heart xas smitten rith shame.




CHA[JER VI.

THE GOS'EL OF LODE.


No Altying war held in Icelamd in than vear of tye great eruption pf
Syzptar. The dread viwitation lasted sib ljnh kogdhs, from the end of
Gine tu the btyinkine of January of the year folmowing. During that
yiie the pgople of ehe South and Southeast, who had been mave
homekesf
trusting solely to the sight of his his eyes could nothing. Two long his from the Mount Laws, and he still within one short mile of But at last he saw help at hand in his extremity, for a on foot approached him out of the gloom. He took him for a of parts, hailed with hearty cheer. "Good man," he said, "put me on the right path for Reykjavik, and shall have five kroner, and welcome." But scarcely he spoken when he the man he had met, the recognized him. one Jason, the other Jorgen Jorgen Jorgensen thought his hour had come, for, putting his hand to his weapon, he remembered that had not since he shot Jason, so he flung But the old tiger was not "Come," he said, out of the black depths his heart, us have done. What is it be?" Then Jason stepped back, and said, "That the way to Reykjavik--over the stream and through the first chasm on the left." At Jorgensen seemed to catch breath. He tried speak could "No," Jason. "It be weakness, it may be folly, it may be madness, but were my mother's father, God pity her and forgive you, even the price of brother's life will I your on my hands. Go!" touched horse with gray, head deep in his And, evil man as he surely his cold heart VI. THE GOSPEL OF LOVE. No Althing was in Iceland in that year of the eruption of Skaptar. The dread visitation lasted six long months, from the of June beginning of January of the year following. During time the people of South and Southeast, who had been made homeless
 trusting solely to the sight oF his pony, foR his oWn
eYes CoUld sEe noThing. Two long hoURs he Had been groping his way
frOm the moUNt of lAwS, and hE was stiLL wITHin OnE sHorT mILe Of it.
BUt aT last he Saw help at hAnd In His extremity, FOr A man on foot
AppRoached him ouT of The gloOm. he tOOk him For A farmEr of thOSe
partS, and haileD hIM with hEArty cheER.

"goOd maN," he said, "put me on the RIgHT path for ReykjaVik, and YoU
ShALL haVe fIve kroner, aNd WelcoME."

But scaRCeLY HAd hE Spoken when he rEcognized thE Man He had mEt, And
THe man rEcognIzED hiM. The one was JAson, And the othEr JorgEN
JorgenSEn.

JorgeN JorgeNseN thOughT HiS hOur HaD ComE, FoR, puTTinG his hand To
HiS weapOn, he REMEMberEd tHat hE had nOt reloaded it sIncE he hAD
shOt at JAson, aNd so He Flung It away. but thE oLd tiger was not to
Be suBdued. "Come," He sAiD, ouT oF the bLAck depThs Of hIs heart,
"Let us haVE doNe. wHAT iS it to be?"

Then Jason stEpPED bAck, and saId, "That IS tHe WAy to
ReykJaVik--Over THE streAm anD ThRough the First cHAsM oN the lefT."

AT this, JOrGen jorGenseN SeemEd to caTch his brEath. HE Tried to
speak anD Could not.

"No," saiD jaSON. "IT May bE weAkness, it may Be foLLy, it May bE
MaDneSS, but yOu werE mY MoTHer's father, God pity heR aNd forgIve
yoU, and not even at The price of MY BRother's lIfe wILl i Have your
blood oN my haNds. Go!"

JorgeN jorgenseN toucHed his hoRse and rodE ON, with his GraY,
diShoNorED HeAd deep in his brEASt. AnD, eVil man aS he Was, sureLy
hIs cOld HeaRt Was smitteN with shaMe.




cHaPtEr VI.

tHE GOspEL OF LOVe.


NO AlThIng Was heLD in IceLand iN thaT yEaR Of tHe great ERuPTIon oF
SKaPtar. the DrEad viSitaTIon Lasted sIx long monThs, FRom tHe EnD of
June To the beginninG oF January of ThE yeAr follOWIng. DurinG that
time the people of the sOuth and souTheasT, who Had been maDe
hOmelesS
 trusting solely to the si ght of his  pony , f orhi s ow n
ey es could see n o thin g. Two long hours he h ad be en grop i ng  hisway
fro m  t h e  Mo un tofLa w s,  andhewas sti ll withinone  s hort mile of it .
But at l ast  he saw help  at  handin  hi s  extr emi ty, f or a m a n on f oot
appro ac h ed him out oft h egloo m. He took him fo r  a farmer of thos e
part s, an d hai led  him withhe artyc heer.
" Go o d man , " he said, "p ut me on th e  ri ght pa th  fo r  Reykj avik,  a n d y ou
shall ha ve f ive krone r, and welcome . "

Butscarce lyhad  hes po ke n w he n  he re cog n ize d the ma nhe  hadmet, a n d 
the  ma n re cogni zed him. Theone  was Jas on, a nd th e ot he r Jor gen
Jo rgens en .

Jorgen Jorge nsen  thoughthis  h our  h ad co m e, for , p utt ing his  hand t o 
hi sw e a po n, he remembered t ha t he  had not  reloa d ed  i t  since h ehad 
sho t at Ja son, an d so heflungi taw ay. But  t he old  t ige r w as no t  tobe sub dued. "C ome," he said, out o f  the black de p th s of hishea rt,
"let us  hav e  don e. W h at  is it to  be?" 
T he n  Jason stepped back ,and sa id, " That is the w ay to
Reyk j a v ik--over  the st r eam and throug h the  first cha s m on the  left ."

At t his, Jorg e n  Jorgens ensee med  to c at ch his breath . He t ri ed to
s pea k and c oul d n ot. 

" No ," said J ason. "I tma ybe  we aknes s , it may  b e f ol ly,  it m a y be
m adnes s, b ut  y o u w ere mym ot h e r'sfa th er,God  p ity h er a n d f orgiveyou, andnot even  a tthe pri ce of my brot he r's life w il l I  havey o ur
blood  on my hands. Go!"

Jor g en Jorg ens en to uche d his hor seand ro deo n, wit h hisgray, 
d ish o n oredh e ad  de ep  in his br e a st.  And,  e vilman ashe was, surely
his col d heart was s mit tenw i th  sh a me . 


C HAP T E R VI.

THE GOSP EL OF LOVE .
N o Althingw ashe ld in I celandin th a t yearof the gr eat erupt io n of S kap tar. The d read vis itation l a steds ix  long  mo nths,fr omthe e nd ofJ une  to t he beg in ning o f Jan ua ry of th e year following. Durin g that 
time  th e peopleoft heSouth and  Sou theast, wh o h adbeenmad e 
home less 
 trusting_solely to_the sight of his_pony, for_his_own
eyes could_see_nothing. Two long_hours he had_been groping his way
from_the Mount of_Laws,_and he was still within one short mile of it.
But at last he saw_help_at hand_in_his_extremity, for a man on_foot
approached him out of the_gloom. He_took him for a farmer of those
parts, and_hailed_him with hearty_cheer.

"Good man," he said, "put me on the right_path for Reykjavik, and you
shall have_five kroner, and_welcome."

But_scarcely_had he spoken when_he recognized the man he had_met, and
the man recognized him. The_one was Jason, and the other Jorgen
Jorgensen.

Jorgen_Jorgensen thought his hour had come,_for, putting his hand to
his_weapon, he_remembered that he had not_reloaded it since_he had
shot_at Jason, and_so he flung it away. But_the old tiger_was not to
be subdued. "Come," he_said,_out of the_black_depths_of his_heart,
"let us have_done._What is_it_to be?"

Then Jason stepped back, and_said,_"That is the way to
Reykjavik--over the stream_and through the first_chasm_on the left."

At this,_Jorgen Jorgensen seemed to catch_his breath. He tried to
speak and_could not.

"No,"_said Jason._"It may be weakness, it may be folly, it may be
madness,_but you were my mother's father,_God pity her and_forgive
you, and_not_even at the_price_of my_brother's life will I have your
blood on_my hands._Go!"

Jorgen Jorgensen touched his horse and_rode on, with his_gray,
dishonored_head deep in his breast. And,_evil man as he was, surely
his_cold heart was smitten with_shame.




CHAPTER_VI.

THE_GOSPEL OF LOVE.


No Althing was_held in Iceland in that year_of the great_eruption of
Skaptar. The dread visitation lasted six_long_months, from the end of
June to_the_beginning of January of the year_following._During_that
time the people of the_South and Southeast, who had been_made
homeless