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We have found a letter from Father Heilig dated two months later than the one we have been considering, and it is full of messages of reassurance and encouragement. The intervention of De Buggenoms completed the work.
"Sixty dollars a month," answered the old man, continuing his sweeping. "Taxes are up, but rents are down." "Not with you, I guess. Otto Heilig and I are going to get married and open a delicatessen. But sixty dollars a month is too much. Good morning." And she went on. Schulte leaned on his broom. "What's your hurry?" he called. "You can't get as good a location as this."
Brauner pointed the stem of his pipe toward the outside door and looked meaningly at Mr. Feuerstein. Hilda, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed, put herself between Mr. Feuerstein and the door. "I guess I've got something to say about that!" she exclaimed. "Father, you can't make me marry Otto Heilig. I HATE him. I guess this is a free country. I shall marry Mr. Feuer Carl."
And the last toast, the one drunk with the greatest enthusiasm, was Brauner's favorite famous "Arbeit und Liebe und Heim!" From that time forth Hilda began to look at Otto from a different point of view. And everything depends on point of view. Then the house in which Schwartz and Heilig had their shop was burned.
She knew that if any one else had dared thus to attack their boy, his father would have been growling and snapping like an angry bear. "That's right!" he retorted with mock scorn. "Defend your children! You'll be excusing Hilda for putting off Heilig next." "She'll marry him give her time," said Mrs. Brauner.
Father Heilig had been Brother Hecker's confessor for two years at Wittem, and had at least tacitly approved his spirit; and now came his condemnation. No wonder that Isaac was profoundly distressed by it. Yet his conviction of the validity of his inner life was not shaken for an instant. Nor was the trial of long duration.
As he deigned to talk only to Hilda, who was walking between Sophie and him, Sophie was free to gaze round. She spied Otto Heilig drooping dejectedly along. She adroitly steered her party so that it crossed his path. He looked up to find himself staring at Hilda. She frowned at this disagreeable apparition into her happiness, and quickened her step.
When the customers had gone Brauner said: "Go up to Schwartz and Heilig, daughter, and ask them for two two-pound chickens. And tell Otto Heilig you'll be glad to see him to-morrow." "But we don't need the chickens, now. We " Hilda's brow contracted and her chin came out. "Do as I tell you," said her father. "MY children shall not sink to the disrespect of these days."
And on the third day they had reached Otto's mother. Not a detail was lacking even the scene between Hilda and her father was one of the several startling climaxes of the tale. Mrs. Heilig had been bitterly resentful of Hilda's treatment of her son, and she accepted the story it was in such perfect harmony with her expectations from the moment she heard of Mr. Feuerstein.
We have not been able to make quite sure of the name of the Rector; possibly it was Father Heilig, who certainly was there at this time, either in charge of the house or as one of the professors. The Master of Studies was Father L'hoir, who soon became one of Brother Hecker's dearest friends.
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