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Updated: June 13, 2025
"We decide that everybody shall be tested before we accept him. And isn't it the best way? Better than to be disappointed, when we have set our heart on a man or a woman." "I do not know I cannot account for it," said Mr. Loretz. Then with a sudden start he laid his right hand on the page before him, and with a great pleased smile in his deep-set, small blue eyes he said: "Here is your name.
The very pictures hanging on the wall engraved likenesses of the great masters Mozart and Beethoven had their frames of well-woven willow twigs; and the rack which held the books and sheets of music was ornamented on each side with raised wreaths of flowers wrought by deft hands from the same pliant material. At the piano, in the centre of the room, sat Sister Benigna by her side, Elise Loretz.
Perhaps I shall sell a few lots on the river, if I can turn attention to the region. It will all come out right, anyhow. Now, how soon can you be ready? I will write to your wife to-day if you say so, and tell her to come on with the little girl." "Wait a week," said Loretz in a whisper; and all that night and the following day his chances for this world and the next seemed about equal.
"A man living in Herrnhut in 1770 would not have for a descendant a a man I could not trust," said Loretz, closing the book and placing it in its chamois covering again. "Breakfast, mother, did you say?" "Have you wanted ink?" asked Sister Benigna, entering at that instant. "Are we writing in the sacred birthday book?"
All that had been done he had had a hand in, but the devising brain was Spener's; and no wonder that, in spite of his familiarity with the details, the sum-total of the activities put forth in that valley should have seemed to Loretz marvelous, magical. He had many things to rejoice over besides his own prosperity. His daughter was in all respects a perfect being, to his thinking.
"And yet it was unavoidable," said she, looking toward the school-room door as one who had no time to waste in idle talk. "Not that I question the wisdom of the resort if all were of one mind," said Mr. Wenck, who had the dreary all-day before him, and was not in the least pressed for time. "But I can see that even on the part of Brother Loretz the act was not a genuine act of faith."
Loretz, casting an eye toward his daughter, said, "Never mind Sister Benigna. Our quartette will be all right." Then he turned to Leonhard: it was not now that he felt for the first time the relief of the stranger's presence. "We are going to take food," said he: "will you give me your name and come with us?"
"I will go back to the factory," said Mr. Loretz, turning quickly away from his wife. "I must see if everything is right there before it gets darker." He had caught sight of the tall figure of a woman at the gate when he snatched up his hat so suddenly and interrupted his wife. Then he turned to her again: "Is Elise within?" "No, husband: she went to the garden for twigs this afternoon."
Loretz, picking up his red silk handkerchief and passing it from one hand to another, and finally hiding his face within its ample dimensions for a moment. "Do you mean the lot?" Her voice wavered a little. Though she asked or refrained from asking, something had taken place which must be made known speedily. Wherefore, then, delay the evil knowledge? He signified by a nod that it was so.
Leonhard gave his name, and moreover his opinion that he had trespassed too long already on the hospitality of the house. To this remark Loretz paid no attention. "Wife," he called out, "isn't that name down in the birthday book Leonhard Marten? I am sure of it. He was a Herrnhuter." "Very likely, husband," was the answer from the other room. "Will you come, good people?"
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