struggle disappear, and there emerge in place of them better sides to which we had been blind for many a long day. This relaxation of mind is, in fact, a pause, and in moments of repose a man makes plans. If in such moments he should all at once stand hand in hand with his opponent, perhaps he would then and there give his hand in reconciliation.
As I say these moments are moments of rest and reconciliation. Sometimes, however, opposition slackens in them only that it may afterwards exhibit itself with new force, and develop to a truly amazing degree.
Uncle John did now slacken in his opposition. Sometimes a child takes a weapon out of our hands which we would not have surrendered before for all the world.
Grandfather disarmed Uncle John by his moderation; he was meek and gentle as a child.
“Do you really think you cannot give up Betuska?” inquired grandfather, after a pause, during which he narrowly observed his son.
Grandfather’s voice almost quavered.
“Oh, father, have you called me to you only to demand this?” answered Uncle John, almost with anguish.
“Come, I did not wish to hurt your feelings, and you see that we separate in good part.”
Uncle John listened submissively.
“You think that Betuska really loves you.”
“As surely as I believe in God,” answered uncle.
“See, now, I do not wish to dissipate this belief. If you think you are acting rightly settle it with your own conscience. Only one thing I implore of you. If you are to undertake the farm you will require a wife who is a good
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