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Updated: May 13, 2025
In a few moments Loretz was looking, with eyes that shone with loving gratitude and wondering admiration, on the young man who had saved his life. "I have no money," said this youth in further explanation of his project for he wanted his companion to understand his circumstances from the outset "but I shall borrow five thousand dollars. I can pay the interest on that sum out of my salary.
"Are men any worse than they were in the old time?" asked Leonhard, evidently not entering into the conversation with the keenest enjoyment. "I do not know how it is," said Loretz with a sigh, continuing to turn the leaves of the book as he spoke. "Perhaps we have less imagination, and don't look at every new-comer as a friend until we have tried him," suggested Leonhard.
The good man hesitated a moment before making response: then he took both the hands of Loretz in his, and said in a deep, tender voice, "Brother, the wound smarts." "I cannot bear it!" cried Loretz. "It is all my doing, and I must have been crazy." "When in devout faith you sought to know God's will concerning your dear child?" "I cannot talk about it," was the impatient response.
Surely the Lord had blessed him, and remembered no more those years of wanderings when, alienated from the brethren, he sought out his own ways and came close upon destruction. What should he return to the beneficent Giver for all these benefits? Poor Loretz!
The letter for the wife and little girl was written, and money sent to bring them from the place where Loretz had left them when he set out in search of occupation, to find employment as a porter, and the fever, and Albert Spener.
He sat looking at Leonhard opposite to him, who had already taken a note-book and pencil from his pocket, and, planting his left foot firmly against one of the great rocks of the cliff, he said, "Loretz tells me you stayed all night at his house." "Yes, he invited me in when I inquired my way to the inn." "Sister Benigna was there?"
"I never before found myself in a place I should like to stay in always; so what does the rest signify?" answered Leonhard. "What's in a name?" "Not much perhaps, yet something," said Loretz. "We are all Moravians here. I was going to look in this book here for the names of your ancestors. I thought perhaps you knew about Spenersberg."
The good people who heard that voice understood just what its tone meant, and there was an instant response. "Come in, sir," said Loretz; and the invitation admitted no argument, for he went forward at once with a show of alacrity sufficient to satisfy his wife. "This young man here was looking for a public-house. They are full at the Brethren's, I hear.
That he had no facts of private biography to communicate in turn did net attract notice, because, however many such facts he might have ready to produce, by the time Loretz had done talking it was necessary that the day's work should begin.
Yet as the minister said this his head drooped, his voice softened, and he laid his hand on the shoulder of Mr. Loretz, as if he would fain speak on and in a different strain. It was evident that the distressed man did not understand him, and reproof or counsel was more than he could now bear. He walked on a little faster, and as he approached his gate voices from within were heard.
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