Sometimes the days pass as quickly as a thought, and the weeks like a
dream. In the following weeks which just flew by, Bacha Filina took
Palko to his home. He became acquainted with his family. Just then
Juriga's son and daughter-in-law came from America, and Lesina had to
find a place to move to. They all rejoiced in Palko. His mother and
grandmother could hardly stop caressing him. Old Juriga had a good cry
when the boy hugged him.
Lesina complained to Bacha that he was worrying about his wife
living with the wife of Juriga's son. Juriga's daughter-in-law was
a gossiping, noisy person, and had two small children who were
disobedient cry-babies. It was because of those two little ones that
Juriga's son had returned to the home country. His older children had
been dying one after the other. Here was Filina's opportunity to give
Lesina good advice, namely, to take his wife, her mother, and Palko,
and move before the winter to his cottage in the Gemer mountains. He
told him also that Madame Slavkovsky meant to give him some trees from
a piece of land that needed to be replanted. In the meantime he could
find some other place where he would like to stay. All they would
have to take with them would be their clothing and small belongings,
because any other things needed they would find in the castle:
bedsteads, tables, chairs, and all that was necessary for the kitchen.
They were all very thankful for this good advice.
In those weeks that had passed so quickly, Madame Slavkovsky moved
with her father and Aunty Moravec to the castle. Every morning she
rode to the sheepcotes and remained till the evening. Once in a while
she also stayed overnight in Ondrejko's hut. At other times, she took
the boys along. In the castle under the supervision of Mr. Slavkovsky,
many changes were made, and when the gardener had the means at his
disposal and the advice of his master, he went joyfully to work. In
two weeks you would not have recognized the garden nor the castle. The
masons repaired broken places, the painters painted everything, the
joiners repaired doors, window-frames, and hardwood floors. In the
course of the repairs, chairs, bedsteads, and tables, and more that
was necessary in the cottage of Palko, was set aside, in order that
when the Lesinas came they might have plenty on hand to settle and
feel at home. Even for Dunaj they fixed a nice dog-kennel, so he
wouldn't have to suffer in rainy weather.
* * * * *
It was again a beautiful summer evening. In front of the sheepcotes
everything was ready for a big bonfire. Bacha Filina called all his
helpers and told them they would have a celebration such as none
of them had seen before. Through the woods in the direction of the
cottage wandered Petrik, Ondrejko, and between them, Palko. Ahead of
them, chasing one another, ran Dunaj and Fido. They also rejoiced to
see each other. The boys returned from a visit at Lesina's and carried
with them all kinds of gifts. A water-gun, by which you could squirt
the water to the top of the highest trees; singing tops which could
spin almost a quarter of an hour. From Palko's mother they got a whole
box full of prunes filled with nuts, which Ondrejko thought were
better than figs and dates.
"My mother is very glad today!" Ondrejko told Palko, "because a letter
came at last from my grandmother in America. They gave me a letter
written especially for me, in which grandmother writes very nicely. I
will show it to you afterwards, Petrik."
"They even sent greetings for me," said the comrade.
"What they wrote to mother, I don't know, but mother ran to
grandfather, threw herself into his arms and cried and laughed. I am
sure they did not want me to understand, because they spoke English,
but they will tell us all about it. Bacha Filina said we shall have a
celebration."
"We also have a song, such a beautiful one, and that will be sung
tonight, and I am sure your parents will like it," said Petrik.
It really was a beautiful celebration. First of all, on two spits they
roasted two lambs. Bacha Filina portioned out large pieces of the best
kind of cheese to everybody. Madame Slavkovsky handed out pears and
large plums. Stephen brought two large crocks of mineral water to wash
down the roasted mutton. Aunty Moravec divided rolls and cookies among
all. They all served Palko's quiet, lovely mother, and his good old
grandmother, and his father as well. Then they sat around the bonfire.
Mr. Slavkovsky prayed, opened the Holy Writ, read Psalm 103, and spoke
very nicely about the great forgiving love of God. Then they sang the
beautiful songs which the lady had brought. But Palko also had to
read in his Book. He read about Cornelius who, with his whole house,
received the Lord Jesus. Palko spoke so beautifully about how sad it
was that in the house of the great man, though he often prayed and did
much good, he did not know the way to the true Sunshine Country, since
he did not know the Lord Jesus. How happy he was afterwards, when he
and his devout knights and his obedient soldiers welcomed the Apostle
Peter there, and with him also, the Lord Jesus, whom they forever
received in their house and heart. Then on a sign from the lady they
started a beautiful song which Palko had not heard before, but which
was very fitting to his story.
"I heard the voice of Jesus say,
'Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast,'
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and worn and sad,
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad."
As that song sounded over the woods, it was noticeable from the faces
of the hearers around the camp fire, that they all had experienced it,
but especially from the serious face of Filina. Then it was so silent
that you could hear the distant bells of the sheep. Though the sky was
covered with storm-clouds, and the lightning was to be seen in the
west once in a while, and in the distance the rolling of the thunder
was heard, the storm was nevertheless very far away, and would not yet
come there.
Suddenly Bacha Filina arose, and after he had first thanked the Lord
Jesus in an audible prayer that He came and also sought and saved that
which was lost, he began to explain what they were celebrating, and
which pleased him most--not only Madame Slavkovsky, but her father
also was remaining in the Gemer mountains. He said, "Tomorrow Mr.
Slavkovsky will leave for America to bring his wife here. When he has
sold his farm there, he will at once return to his birthplace to leave
it no more." Bacha's eyes were full of tears when he gave the message,
but added, "Is not that very joyful news?"
Who can describe the joy that prevailed after that? Ondrejko hugged
his mother and grandfather and nestled next to Bacha Filina. "We shall
all stay at home, at home with Bacha Filina. We shall not go into the
distant foreign world. Oh, we remain in our mountains. Even Palko will
be here with us," he said.
"Yes, my son." The grandfather drew the boy close to him. "We shall
remain at home. We shall live here together with the Lord Jesus and He
with us."
After a while the campfire began to die down. The voices subsided.
Only in the distance the thunder rolled, the lightning flashed, but
above the sheepcotes shone the clear stars. Around the buildings Bacha
Filina made his rounds, watching that no danger threatened anywhere,
and again at the bench--as once long ago--he stopped. This time, the
father and daughter sat there together; no longer a prodigal, she had
returned first to the heavenly, and then to the earthly father. She
had come home and was accepted. He wanted to step aside, but they had
been waiting for him.
"We knew that you would pass by," said Slavkovsky, and made room for
his brother beside himself. "Mary has a request to make of you."
"Me?" Bacha was surprised.
"Yes, you, my dear Uncle. Cease to be 'Bacha.' Come among us. You
shall have the supervision of things; be one family with us," the lady
begged with her whole heart, but Bacha shook his head.
"I thank you, my daughter," he spoke, deeply moved, "I would love to
make one family with you because you are all very dear to me; but do
not take me away from my calling. Once I started as an unhappy man,
and this occupation cheered me in my sorrow. I grew up with the sheep,
with the work and with nature about me. Now when the heavens have
opened above me, leave me at this heaven's gate. Do not let it vex you
that you have a rich estate and I am but a poor 'Bacha.' All that I
need for my living, I shall earn honestly. I have somewhere to live,
and you love me; I am no more alone. You will come to visit me and
I will visit you, especially when you, my brother, return. Only one
thing I ask of you, if you have more than you need for your living,
send Palko to school. His father grieves that he is not able to do it
for him. God has given him what no school can supply, but if people
with such faith could stand in the pulpits there would be a real
awakening in our nation."
"Oh, Bacha Filina, I thank you. I have been thinking about the same
thing, only did not dare to speak with Lesina about it." The lady
grasped Bacha's hard hand in hers. "Believe me, we will gladly do
anything for Palko. He brought us life and salvation; let him in the
future carry it to thousands."
The quiet mysterious night settled upon the world, its silence broken
only by the soft sound of the shepherd's flute. Stephen had the night
watch and thus he played to himself:
"If I but knew where she abides,
Where to the night so quickly glides,
I would like an arrow run,
And thus compel it to return."
But the night was passing, never more to return; but what about it?
After it a new morning will arise, and with it the fresh grace of God
for those who receive the Lord Jesus, and to whom He gives the right
to be the sons and daughters of God.
Would that all souls would receive Him!
--THE END--