CHAPTER XXV

THE END OF THE WITCH

For now we see through a glass darkly; but then face to face.

--New Testament.

Thus we sat and talked until the morning light streaming through the

partially opened entrance to the hut showed me more fully my boy, still

sleeping soundly; and for this we were thankful, knowing how much better

than all physic is the healing power of sleep. I could see now by his

thin face and wasted hands that he had been through a dangerous illness;

but his breathing was so even and there was such absence of fever, I

said gratefully to Sister Genoveva, "Thou hast saved Sonnlein's life."

But she replied, blushing at my praise, "Nay, 'tis to the witch thou

must give thy gratitude. She hath wonderful wisdom with the herbs she

findeth in the woods."

And then for the first time in all these years, it came to me that,

perhaps, I had misjudged this woman whom I held in such abhorrence. 'Tis

an awful thing to think evil of an innocent person!

Suddenly I asked our sister, "How did she treat thee?"

"At first I feared she meant me harm, for she would look at me with an

evil glare as though she felt like killing me; but the red man spake

something to her whereat she seemed less sullen so that I lost fear of

her."

"Thou dost not look as if thou hadst been pining away with fear," I

said, smiling to our sister; for as I glanced at her with such

admiration as made her blush again, I marveled not how my boy could be

so bent on having her to wife; for I had seen him make love to her when

he was in the full flush of health, and if a man when he be well can

feel tenderly toward a woman, how much dearer must she be to him when

she appears in the guise of a ministering angel.

Not that our sister was one of those delicate, etherial ones whom a man

must watch over like some frail flower; for the clear, honest light of

day showed fully what the deceitful moonlight had only half revealed;

the pure, healthful beauty of that graceful, rounded form and sweetly

calm, noble face, so full of womanly strength and character not in the

slightest dimmed or marred by her hard life in this wilderness, far

harder even than the rigorous life of our Kloster; for though this rude

hut were proof enough 'gainst wind and cold and rain, yet I could see

from its meagre furnishings that she had endured more than usually falls

to the lot of woman, so that it came to me, if Sonnlein were set upon

marrying her, surely in all this wide world could he not find a fitter

mate, in body, mind, soul, and spirit, as man and woman should be mated.

But now it came to me I must get Genoveva and Sonnlein home again, for

in this dreadful war with the French and Indians, I knew not what the

witch might do; for though the Conestogas had been accounted a

peace-loving tribe, yet there were many of the white settlers who

charged the Conestogas with secretly assisting the French red men, and

indeed, not many years after this, the Paxton boys killed a number of

Conestogas in their little town.

Much against my will I was compelled to leave our sister and Sonnlein

alone in this unprotected hut, while I with a great joy in my heart that

made me forget my hurts and loss of sleep, tramped down the mountains,

laughing to myself at the good news I should break to my admiring

brothers and sisters.

I arrived at the Kloster while the morning was still young, and reported

briefly to our leader of my having found Sonnlein, saying naught yet to

the Solitary of Genoveva, for I preferred to keep this as another joyous

surprise, and though the Brothers and Sisters were of a mind to make

much of me as one having been snatched from the very jaws of death, not

doubting the witch had killed me, I finally, after each curious one had

heard with more or less fullness of detail of my wonderful experience,

succeeded in getting made a stout litter, and securing eight Brethren as

bearers for Sonnlein.

With me proudly in advance I led my little band of God's warriors, by as

unobserved a way as possible--dreading show and excitement--up the

mountain to the great rock, my brethren walking in silence as usual, but

I know inwardly burning with a great zeal for their loving mission.

For some moments my brethren and I stood on the great rock with its

beautiful outlook over the delightful valley where lay our little

Kloster, and then I told them of how I had found here our Brother

Alburtus and how I had placed him in his stone grave, which I pointed

out to them; nor could I keep my vanity from telling how I had

overthrown my red adversary, so that Brother Hänsly looked at me with

such awe I was not greatly displeased.

Then, at my bidding, my brethren followed me up the hill toward the hut,

my heart now beating hard for fear the witch and her red man had in the

meantime carried our sister and my Sonnlein away again, for everything

seemed so quiet and I saw no sign of Genoveva.

But as we came nigh the clustered pines, being in the lead I caught

glimpses of Genoveva coming toward us, though I said not a word to my

followers until we were almost upon her, who, stepping out suddenly from

behind a bush almost killed my little band with fright, for to many of

the Solitary she had long been held as dead.

Yet as they saw me greet her boldly, they, though still in great

bewilderment, gathered about us, Brother Hänsly, slyly reaching from

behind Brother Theonis, feeling her skirt to make sure she was no

spirit; whereat she had him come to her much as a mother draweth to her

some mischievous, beloved child, so that our diminutive brother's face

reddened like a girl's.

We stood but a few minutes thus when from within the hut, so that my

brothers were given another start, came a low call, "Genoveva," at which

it was her turn to redden like a rose, as she said, "Thy Sonnlein hath

so little patience; he surely is getting well," and as she turned to go

to him we all trooped after her into the hut, almost filling it, each

one greeting Sonnlein with such affection as to make my eyes wet in my

foolish pride that my brethren cared so much for my boy.

And then against all his declaring he would not be carried like some

great baby to the Kloster, we took a number of the skins from the hut

and made a soft couch for him on the litter; but before leaving, we went

where lay our Brother Alburtus, at the relating of whose sudden taking

away Sonnlein and Genoveva were much grieved. And because our brother

had received such unusual burial, it seemed fitting to us ere we

departed to honor his memory by singing and prayer.

Then sadly and silently, with slow and careful steps we carried Sonnlein

safely to the foot of this rugged mountain. Here we rested for a short

time, and then by as unobserved a way as we had come we arrived at the

Kloster early in the afternoon, where we all received such joyful

welcome as I shall never forget, only that there were among the Solitary

some who seemed never fully able to forgive Genoveva for returning to

life after they had so long maintained she had been translated like the

prophets of old.

Sonnlein was at once taken to his cell adjoining mine, in Bethania,

where with the nursing I gave him and with Brother Gideon's physic, not

forgetting the feeding the Sisters and the housemothers, near and far,

insisted he must have, it was not long ere he was up and out and so

continually tagging after Genoveva that our Sisters and not a few of the

Brothers must needs feel greatly scandalized.

But now I must tell of this strange woman whom I in my hasty judgment

had ever thought was of the Evil One.

One day, a few months after the return of Sonnlein and Genoveva, we were

thrown into the greatest alarm by the sudden appearance of a red man

among us one bright spring morning. As he came across the meadow from

down the Cocalico, seeing he was alone I stepped out with Sonnlein from

the timid group of Brothers and Sisters to meet the intruder; but on

seeing me he lost all his pride as he said meekly, "Woman chief dying up

hill, want white rose and sick brother," pointing to Sonnlein, "come see

her," and then he looked at me carefully and said, "Big brother come

too."

Though our leader and many of the Brothers and Sisters sought to

dissuade us from going with the red man, dreading it meant nothing but a

scheme for taking us into captivity, Sonnlein and I, and even Genoveva,

were resolved to go with the savage, for we somehow felt he told the

truth.

Once again we went that long toilsome way to that far-off mountain hut,

and by noon we all were standing within the rude dwelling where lay the

witch dying, as we could clearly see.

At first she seemed so near the dark shore she saw us not, and then as

though she noted neither the red man nor me nor Genoveva, the dying

woman gazed lovingly at Sonnlein, and murmured, "David, my David, thou

hast been away so long"; and then as Sonnlein, obeying some gracious

impulse, knelt down beside her she folded her feeble arms about him,

holding him as though she never would let him go. Outside the birds were

flitting from tree to tree, chirping merrily, as though death and sorrow

never came to them; but else all was so quiet we could hear naught but

the heavy breathing of this poor woman. Great tears stood in our eyes,

even the red man bowing his head sadly for her whom his tribe held in

such high regard.

But with all the solemnity of a soul's leaving its mortal home, my mind

was fixed upon the mystery of the life of her who had always seemed to

me so hideous, but who now in the refining hour of death had lost her

forbidding aspect, so that I could believe that before suffering and

hate had poisoned her whole being she had been a comely woman.

With such thoughts in my mind we watched over her, Sister Genoveva, with

her woman's finer sensibilities, doing all she could to make the end

more easy; but mine enemy--now mine enemy no more--still seemed to see

only Sonnlein, caring for naught else.

Later in the afternoon she passed quietly away like a slowly expiring

lamp; but just a few moments before her soul's flight, the dark veil

that hung between her and the long ago was lifted slightly as we heard

her murmur to Sonnlein: "Charles, where is Charles?" and then she seemed

to wait for some one's coming, but soon forgot her wish, and lay

quietly, her arms slipping from Sonnlein's neck, and we knew her stormy

life was over, and though we had strict views as to who could enter into

the joys of the blessed, yet a fervent prayer went up from my heart that

He who pitieth us as a father pitieth his children, would take her to

him as one of his own.

As Sonnlein arose and looked long and earnestly at the poor handful of

dust lying at his feet, I could see that he too was turning over in his

mind the mystery of this old woman; but he said nothing, and then

Genoveva bent down and brushed back the tangled gray hair and folded the

hands over the now quiet breast and straightened out the already

stiffening form.

But the long May day was drawing to its close, and it came to us that

ere we left we must make proper and respectful burial of the dead. With

the suddenness of a flash of light an overpowering thought came to me

that we should lay her alongside our Brother Alburtus. When I suggested

this to Sonnlein and Genoveva, both, with all their sorrow, rejoiced I

had thought of this, and even the Indian, when our plan was explained to

him, grunted his approval by saying, "Big brother, good man."

Fortunately, though the stones were large and exceedingly heavy, yet by

our combined strength and the using of pieces of wood as levers we

worked the rocks far enough apart to make a resting-place for her

alongside Brother Alburtus, whose mortal frame, by reason of the purity

of the air and the cold in this mountain height had suffered no great

change since the day of his burial.

And then having placed her whose life had been so troubled and

tempestuous by the side of him whose days had been so gentle and

peaceful, Sonnlein and Genoveva sang over them softly a few of our

noble, heaven-inspired hymns, I following with a short prayer that this

poor woman might see Him face to face, after which we closed up the top

and ends of the little vault with heavy stones, knowing that at the last

great day some bright-winged angel would find even this lonely sepulchre

and roll away the stones.

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