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Updated: June 10, 2025
"We have had the best, you and I," said he. "Arbeit und Liebe und Heim. Nicht wahr?" Otto Heilig appeared in his doorway and greeted them awkwardly. Nor did their cordiality lessen his embarrassment. His pink and white skin was rosy red and his frank blue-gray eyes shifted uneasily. But he was smiling with eager friendliness, showing even, sound, white teeth.
At this Heilig came forward again, pale and sad, but calm. "No, Mr. Brauner she is not engaged. I'm sure she loves this gentleman, and I want her to be happy. I can not be anything to her but her friend. And I want you to give him a chance to show himself worthy of her." Brauner burst out furiously at Hilda.
We may mention a letter written to Father Hecker by Father Heilig on the eve of the former's departure for America; a message full of affectionate good wishes and claims of friendship and union in prayer with the singular young pilgrim from the Western World.
But if you don't come I'll never speak to you again!" And she left him and went to the other counter and ordered the chickens from Schwartz. Heilig was wretched, another of those hideous dilemmas over which he had been stumbling like a drunken man in a dark room full of furniture ever since he let his mother go to Mrs. Brauner and ask her for Hilda.
He tells all sorts of romances about himself, and she believes every word. I think she'll marry him you know, her father lets her do as she pleases. Isn't it funny that a sensible girl like Hilda can be so foolish?" Heilig did not answer this, nor did he heed the talk on love and marriage which the over-eager Sophie proceeded to give.
In its first floor was a delicatessen the sign read "Schwartz and Heilig." Paul Brauner pointed with his long-stemmed pipe at the one show-window. "Fine, isn't it? Beautiful!" he exclaimed in Low-German they and almost all their friends spoke Low-German, and used English only when they could not avoid it. The window certainly was well arranged.
The spectacle was adroitly arranged to move the hungry to yearning, the filled to regret, and the dyspeptic to rage and remorse. And behind the show-window lay a shop whose shelves, counters and floor were clean as toil could make and keep them, and whose air was saturated with the most delicious odors. Mrs. Brauner nodded. "Heilig was up at half-past four this morning," she said.
It is possible that Father Heilig had not simply a desire to test Brother Hecker's humility, but, by studying the effect of the trial imposed, to remove doubts still lingering in his own mind. Some words in both the letters referred to lead us to this inference.
"Yes, my adorable little princess," he rolled out, in the tones which wove a spell over Hilda. "I adore you. How strange that I should have wandered into THIS region for my soul's bride and should have found her!" Hilda pressed his clasping hand and her heart fluttered. But she was as silent and shy as Heilig with her. What words had she fit to express response to these exalted emotions?
I answered that it was too late to change; that he had been my director for two years, knew me well, and had been cognizant of my state. If he wanted me changed he must do it for me, for I did not see how to do it for myself. Heilig complied. I asked him afterwards why he wrote that letter.
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