and. Sonnenkamp was disturbed because he was called upon to
do this and that, and no object had yet been accomplished.

CHAPTER VI.

THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT IN EDEN.

A strange spirit, meanwhile, made its appearance at Villa Eden. It was
kept in concealment, and yet had nothing spectral; it was bright and
luminous, and yet produced a great hurly-burly.

The morning after the departure of Eric's mother, Roland had gone to
the vine-covered cottage, to get a book out of the library for Eric.
With the simple desire of seeing how it looked now the Mother was away,
he had entered the open door of her room. An open book was lying upon
the table, and on the fly-leaf there was written in English: To my
friend Dournay--Theodore Parker.

Roland was startled. This is the man, then, whom the Mother had spoken
of as a saint a few days ago, and whom he was to get acquainted with by
and by. He took the book and secreted it.

At noon, he asked permission to go and see Claus, and it was given.
Eric remained at home, for he wanted to finish a letter to Professor
Einsiedel that he had begun some time ago. But Roland did not go to see
Claus; he sat down under the lofty willows by the river-bank, steadily
reading, with occasional glances at the stream.

What does this mean? Here is a champion, an inspired one, a
God-revering champion, fighting for civilization and against slavery.
He read of a man, whose name was John Brown, who was hanged on the
gallows at Harper's Ferry for his attempts to abolish slavery. He read
and learned how Parker had prophesied a mighty struggle; and these
words fell into the youth's soul like a spark of fire: "All the great
charters of humanity are written in blood."

He read on and on, until he could see no longer for the darkness. And
now it occurred to him that he had meant to call upon Claus, and he
hurried towards the village.

Eric met him as he was going, and was very angry at being deceived.

"Where have you been?" asked Eric.

"With this man;" handing Eric the book.

Roland had eaten forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge, and Eric
was surprised to see how deep an impression had been made upon the
youth. A new and difficult task was before him, to keep the youth from
saying anything in his father's presence.

"Who is Brown?" inquired Roland. "Can you tell me about him?" Eric told
him. He narrated the martyr's history, and dwelt with