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Updated: July 5, 2025
After all, he had lived to see his brother, Stephen. The Lord Jesus had given him back to Bacha. There was something more, very good for Palko. He could himself sit down at the feet of Uncle Stephen, whom he loved greatly, and listen to the truth of God from his lips. That was a joy for the boy. Ondrejko rejoiced again that Bacha Filina belonged to his family and Petrik also.
It seems to me I recognized her, but she didn't know me," sadly sighed the boy, and his eyes filled with tears. "But how could she have recognized you in those farmer's clothes? We too, Petrik and I, hardly recognized you." "Do you think so?" Ondrejko calmed down. "Palko, take me to her; she doesn't know that I am her Andreas. She doesn't know me." "She knows already. Uncle Filina was there.
He told her the truth." "Oh, then take me with you, because I have made her very sad till she almost died." "I don't care. Come, then. Surely the Lord Jesus wants it so." No matter how long Ondrejko Gemersky lives he will never be able to forget how it was when the doors in the cottage opened and a beautiful lady in a light blue dress, the color of forget-me-nots, stepped out.
The spring is close to the house, and, too bad there is no bench beside it!" The three boys cried, "We shall ask Bacha, and he will send Stephen." "He can make a very beautiful bench," said Ondrejko. "We can go and watch the sheep for him in the meantime." The doctor stroked the boy's golden hair. "I would like to see you turn in the sheep."
"What do you mean, Ondrejko?" said the lady, drawing him nearer to her. "Oh, my mother also is pictured in photographs, but I shall never see her again." "Your mother?" said she, wonderingly. "Is she not a country woman?" "Oh, no!" The eyes of the boy glowed.
The doctor smote his forehead. "You are a wise little fellow, boy. I didn't think of that. But wait! I overheard when she bought oranges, she spoke in Czech. Then you will be able to understand each other. Do you want to help me, boys?" "We would like to very much," said Ondrejko. "If Bacha will permit us," added Petrik. Palko thought that nothing would hinder him as long as he was there.
They adjudged the boy to his father, and so he came to us. While Ondrejko was with those people, where she cared for him, they told him all good things about her, but when he came to where his father put him you can imagine that they did not speak well of her. So the poor boy has heard all kinds of stories about his mother, and yet he longs for her, and so I visited the lady today.
On Saturday the doctor sent him a new suit, almost the same kind as Palko had, but the shirt was embroidered with flowers, with broad sleeves, narrow pants, decorated sandals, a round hat with bands, and a small embroidered bag. Petrik also received a new suit, the kind that he used to wear. Ondrejko was very glad that now he would be altogether like his comrades.
My lawyer is not here." "Leave Ondrejko with the doctor. Ride to the administrator's office and buy the estate yourself. He has orders to sell it. Do not begin to deal about the boy before the estate is yours. At least, that is what I think. But today let Ondrejko know that you are his mother, that the boy may not suffer longer. Come to us in the afternoon. I will send Palko for you."
In the meantime Ondrejko remained alone in the kitchen, when the doors of the bedroom opened. At first he heard the voice of Aunty and then another. The blood rushed to his head, the voice was so clear and so beautiful. Oh, such mysterious recollections, as from times so distant, very distant, as if from the secrets of long past remembrances! What they said he did not understand.
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