XX

"Mine Brudder's Friend"

That day the Master put aside the garment of his years. The quarter

century that had lain between them like a thorny, upward path was

suddenly blotted out, and only the memory of it remained. Belated, but

none the less keen, the primeval joy came back to him. Youth and love,

the bounding pulse and the singing heart,--they were all his.

It was twilight when they came away from the moss-grown altar in the

forest, his arm around his sweetheart, and the faces of both wet with

happy tears.

"Until to-morrow, mine Liebchen," he said. "How shall I now wait for

that to-morrow when we part no more? The dear God knew. He gave to me

the cutting and the long night that in the end I might deserve thee. He

was making of me an instrument suited to thy little hand." He kissed the

hand as he spoke, and Margaret's eyes filled once more.

Through the mist of her tears she saw the rising moon rocking idly just

above the horizon. "See," said the Master, "it is a new light from the

east, from the same place as thou hast come to me. Many a time have I

watched it, thinking that it also shone on thee; that perhaps thy eyes,

as well as mine, were upon it, and thus, through heaven, we were

united."

"Those whom God hath joined together," murmured Margaret, "let no man

put asunder."

"Those whom God hath joined," returned the Master, reverently, "no man

can put asunder. Dost thou not see? I thought thou hadst forgotten, and

when I go to keep mine tryst with Grief, I find thee there, with thy

lips upon the cross."

"I have never gone before," whispered Margaret. "I could not."

"So? Mine Beloved, I have gone there many times. When mine sorrow has

filled mine old heart to breaking, I have gone there, that I might look

upon thy cross and mine and so gain strength. It is where we parted,

where thy lips were last on mine. Sometimes I have gone with mine

Cremona and played until mine sore heart was at peace. And to-day, I

find thee there! The dear Father has been most kind."

"Did you know me?" asked Margaret, shyly. "Have I not grown old?"

"Mine Liebchen, thou canst never grow old. Thou hast the beauty of

immortal youth. As I saw thee to-day, so have I seen thee in mine dream.

Sometimes I have felt that thou hadst taken up thy passing, and I have

hungered for mine, for it was a certainty in mine heart that the dear

Father would give thee back to me in heaven.

"I do not think of heaven as the glittering place with the streets of

gold and the walls of pearl, but more like one quiet wood, where the

grass is green and the little brook sings all day. I have thought of

heaven as the place where those who love shall be together, free from

all misunderstanding or the thought of parting.

"The great ones say that man's own need gives him his conception of the

dear God; that if he needs the avenging angel, so is God to him; that

if he needs but the friend, that will God be. And so, in mine dream of

heaven, because it was mine need, I have thought of it but as one sunny

field, where there was clover in the long grass and tall trees at one

side, with the clear, shining waters beyond, where we might quench our

thirst, and thee beside me forever, with thy little hand in mine. And

now, because I have paid mine price, I do not have to wait until I am

dead for mine heaven; the dear God gives it to me here."

"Whatever heaven may be," said Margaret, thrilled to the utmost depths

of her soul, "it can be no more than this."

"Nor different," answered the Master, drawing her closer. "I think it is

like this, without the fear of parting."

"Parting!" repeated Margaret, with a rush of tears; "oh, do not speak of

parting!"

"Mine Beloved," said the Master, and his voice was very tender, "there

is nothing perfect here--there must always be parting. If it were not

so, we should have no need of heaven. But to the end of the road thou

and I will go together.

"See! In the beginning, we were upon separate paths, and, after so long

a time, the ways met. For a little space we journeyed together, and

because of it the sun was more bright, the flowers more sweet, the road

more easy. Then comes the hard place and the ways divide. But though the

leagues lie between us and we do not see, we go always at the same pace,

and so, in a way, together. We learn the same things, we think the same

things, we suffer the same things, because we were of those whom the

dear God hath joined. Another walks beside thee and yet not with thee,

because, through all the distance, thou art mine.

"And so we go until thy road is turned. Thou dost not know it is turned,

because the circle is so great thou canst not see. Little dost thou

dream thou art soon to meet again with thy old Franz. Through the

thicket, meanwhile, I am going, and mine way is hard and set with

brambles. It is only mine blind faith which helps me onward--that, and

the vision in mine heart of thee, which never for a day, nor even for an

hour, hath been absent.

"One day mine road turns too, and there art thou, mine Beloved, leading

by the hand mine son."

Margaret was sobbing, her face hidden against his shoulder.

"Mine Liebchen, it is not for me to bear thy tears. Much can I endure,

but not that. After the long waiting, I have thee close again, thou and

mine son, the tall young fellow with the honest face and the laughing

ways, who have made of himself one artist.

"The way lies long before us, but it is toward the west, and sunset hath

already begun to come upon the clouds. But until the end we go together,

thy little hand in mine.

"Some day, Beloved, when the ways part once more, and thou or I shall be

called to follow the Grey Angel into the darkness, I think we shall not

fear. Perhaps we shall be very weary, and the one will be glad because

the other has come into the Great Rest. But, Beloved, thou knowest that

if it is I who must follow the Grey Angel, and still leave thee on the

dusty road alone, mine grave will be no division. Life hath not taught

me not to love thee with all mine soul, and Death shall not. Life is the

positive, and Death is the negation. Shall Death, then, do something

more than Life can do? Oh, mine Liebchen, do not fear!"

The Autumn mists were rising and the stars gleamed faintly, like far-off

points of pearl. At the bridge, they said good night, and Margaret went

on home, wishing, even then, that she might bear the burden for Lynn.

The Master went up the hill with his blood singing in his veins.

Fredrika thought him unusually abstracted, but strangely happy, and

until long past midnight, he sat by the window, improvising upon the

Cremona a theme of such passionate beauty that the heart within her

trembled and was afraid.

That night Fredrika dreamed that someone had parted her from Franz, and

when she woke, her pillow was wet with tears.

It was not until the next afternoon that he realised that he must tell

her. After long puzzling over the problem, he went to Doctor

Brinkerhoff's.

The Doctor was out, and did not return until almost sunset. When he

came, the Master was sitting in the same uncomfortable chair that, with

monumental patience, he had occupied for hours.

"Mine friend," said the Master, with solemn joy, "look in mine face and

tell me what you see."

"What I see!" repeated the Doctor, mystified; "why, nothing but the same

blundering old fellow that I have always seen."

The Master laughed happily. "So? And this blundering old fellow; has

nothing come to him?"

"I can't imagine," said the Doctor, shaking his head. "I may be dense,

but I fear you will have to tell me."

"So? Then listen! Long since, perhaps, you have known of mine sorrow. Of

it I have never said much, because mine old heart was sore, and because

mine friend could understand without words."

"Yes," replied the Doctor, eagerly, "I knew that the one you loved was

taken away from you while you were both very young."

"Yes. Well, look in mine face once more and tell me what you see."

"You--you haven't found her!" gasped the Doctor, quite beside himself

with surprise.

"Precisely," the Master assured him, with his face beaming.

The Doctor wrung his hand. "Franz, my old friend," he cried, "words

cannot tell you how glad I am! Where--who is she?"

"Mine friend," returned the Master, "it is you who are one blundering

old fellow. After taking to yourself the errand of telling her that I

loved her still, you did not see fit to come back to me with the news

that she also cared. Thereby much time has been wrongly spent."

The Doctor grew hot and cold by turns. "You don't mean--" he cried.

"Not--not Mrs. Irving!"

"Who else?" asked the Master, serenely. "In all the world is she not the

most lovely lady? Who that has seen her does not love her, and why not

I?"

Doctor Brinkerhoff sank into a chair, very much excited.

"It is one astonishment also to me," the Master went on. "I cannot

believe that the dear God has been so good, and I must always be

pinching mineself to be sure that I do not sleep. It is most wonderful."

"It is, indeed," the Doctor returned.

"But see how it has happened. Only now can I understand. In the

beginning, mine heart is very hurt, but out of mine hurt there comes the

power to make mineself one great artist. It was mine Cremona that made

the parting, because I am so foolish that I must go in her house to

look at it. It was mine Cremona that took her to me the last time, when

she gave it to me. 'Franz,' she says, 'if you take this, you will not

forget me, and it is mine to do with what I please.'

"So, when I have made mineself the great artist, I have played on mine

Cremona to many thousands, and the tears have come from all. See, it is

always mine Cremona. And because of this, she has heard of me afar off,

and she has chosen to have mine son learn the violin from me, so that he

also shall be one artist. Twice she has heard me and mine Cremona when

we make the music together; once in the street outside mine house, and

once when I played the _Ave Maria_ in her house when the old lady was

dead."

Doctor Brinkerhoff turned away, his muscles suddenly rigid, but the

Master talked on, heedlessly.

"See, it is always mine Cremona, and the dear God has made us in the

same way. He has made mine violin out of the pain, the cutting, and the

long night, and also me, so that I shall be suited to touch it. It is so

that I am to her as mine Cremona is to me--I am her instrument, and she

can do with me what she will.

"It is but the one string now that needs the tuning," went on the

Master, deeply troubled. "I know not what to do with mine Fredrika."

"Fredrika!" repeated Doctor Brinkerhoff. He, too, had forgotten the

faithful Fraeulein.

"The bright colours are not for mine Liebchen," the Master continued.

"The bright colours," said the Doctor, by some curious trick of mind

immediately upon the defensive, "why, I have always thought them very

pretty."

A great light broke in upon the Master, and he could not be expected

to perceive that it was only a will o' the wisp. "So," he cried,

triumphantly, "you have loved mine sister! I have sometimes thought

so, and now I know!"

The Doctor's face turned a dull red, his eyelids drooped, and he wiped

his forehead with his handkerchief.

"Ah, mine friend," said the Master, exultantly, "is it not most

wonderful to see how we have played at the cross-purposes? All these

years you have waited because you would not take mine sister away from

me, you, mine kind, unselfish friend! So much fun have you made of mine

housekeeping before she came that you would not do me this wrong!

"And I--I could not send mine sister the money to take the long journey,

and for many years keep her from her Germany and her friends, then after

one night say to her: 'Fredrika, I have found mine old sweetheart and I

no longer want you.'

"Mine Fredrika has never known of mine sorrow, and I cannot to-day give

her the news. It is not for me to make mine sister's heart to ache as

mine has ached all these years, nor could I give her the money to go

back to her Germany because I no longer want her, when she has given it

all up for me. It would be most unkind.

"But now, see what the dear God has done for us! When it is all worked

out, and we come to the end, we see that you, also, share. I know, mine

friend, I know what it has been for you, because I, too, have been

through the deep waters, and now we come to the land together. It is

most fitting, because we are friends.

"Moreover, you are to her as she is to you. She has not told me, but

mine old eyes are sharp and I see. I tell you this to put the courage

into your heart. If you make mine sister happy, it is all I shall ask.

Go, now, to mine Fredrika, and tell her I will not be back until late

this evening! Is it not most beautiful?"

Limp, helpless, and sorely shaken, but without the faintest idea of

protesting, Doctor Brinkerhoff found himself started up the hill. The

Master stood at the foot, waving his hat in boyish fashion and shouting

messages of good-will. At last, when he dared to look back, the Doctor

saw that the way was clear, and he sat down upon a boulder by the

roadside to think.

He would be ungenerous, indeed, he thought, if he could not make some

sacrifice for Franz and for Mrs. Irving. Unwillingly, he had come into

possession of Fraeulein Fredrika's closely guarded secret, and, as he

repeatedly told himself, he was a man of honour. Moreover, he was not

one of those restless spirits who forever question Life for its meaning.

Clearly, there was no other way than the one which was plainly laid

before him.

But a few more years remained to him, he reflected, for he was twenty

years older than the Master; still life was very strange. Disloyalty to

the dead was impossible, for she never knew, and would have scorned him

if she had known. The end of the tangled web was in his hands--for three

people he could make it straight again.

The long shadows lay upon the hill and still he sat there, thinking. The

children played about him and asked meaningless questions, for the first

time finding their friend unresponsive.

Finally one, a little bolder than the rest, came closer to him. "The

good Fraeulein," whispered the child, "she is much troubled for the

Master. Why is it that he comes not to his home?"

With a sigh and a smile, the Doctor went slowly up the hill to the

Master's house, where Fraeulein Fredrika was waiting anxiously. "Mine

brudder!" she cried; "is he ill?"

"No, no, Fraeulein," answered the Doctor, reassuringly, his heart made

tender by her distress. "Shall not Franz sit in my office to await the

infrequent patient while I take his place with his sister? You are glad

to see me, are you not, Fraeulein?"

The tint of faded roses came into the Fraeulein's face. "Mine brudder's

friend," she said simply, "is always most welcome."

She excused herself after a few minutes and began to bustle about in the

kitchen. Surely, thought the Doctor, it was pleasant to have a woman in

one's house, to bring orderly comfort into one's daily living. The

kettle sang cheerily and the Fraeulein hummed a little song under her

breath. In the twilight, the gay colours faded into a subdued harmony.

"It is all very pleasant," said the Doctor to himself, resolutely

putting aside a memory of something quite different. Perhaps, as his

simple friends said, the dear God knew.

After tea, the Fraeulein drew her chair to the window and looked out,

seemingly unconscious of his presence. "A rare woman," he told himself.

"One who has the gift of silence."

In the dusk, her face was almost beautiful--all the hard lines softened

and made tenderly wistful. The Doctor sighed and she turned uneasily.

"Mine brudder," she said, anxiously, "if something was wrong with him,

you would tell me, yes?"

"Of course," laughed the Doctor. "Why are you so distressed? Is it so

strange for me to be here?"

"No," she answered, in a low tone, "but you are mine brudder's friend."

"And yours also, Fredrika. Did you never think of that?" She trembled,

but did not answer, and, leaning forward, the Doctor took her hand in

his.

"Fredrika," he said, very gently, "you will perhaps think it is strange

for me to talk in this way, but have you never thought of me as

something more than a friend?"

The woman was silent and bitterly ashamed, wondering when and where she

had betrayed herself.

"That is unfair," he continued, instantly perceiving. "I have thought of

you in that way, more especially to-day." Even in the dusk, he could see

the light in her eyes, and in his turn he, too, was shamed.

"Dear Fraeulein Fredrika," he went on, "I have not much to offer, but all

I have is yours. I am old, and the woman I loved died, never knowing

that I loved her. If she had known, it would have made no difference.

Perhaps you think it an empty gift, but it is my all. You, too, may

have dreamed of something quite different, but in the end God knows

best. Fredrika, will you come?"

The maidenly heart within her rioted madly in her breast, but she was

used to self-repression. "I thank you," she said, with gentle dignity;

"it is one compliment which is very high, but I cannot leave mine Franz.

All the way from mine Germany I have come to mend, to cook, to wash, to

sew, to scrub, to sweep, to take after him the many things which he

forgets and leaves behind, even the most essential. What should he think

of me if I should say: 'Franz, I will do this for you no more, but for

someone else?' You will understand," she concluded, in a pathetic little

voice which stirred him strangely, "because you are mine brudder's

friend."

"Yes," replied the Doctor, "I am his friend, and so, do you think I

would come without his permission? Dear Fraeulein, Franz knows and is

glad. That is why I left him. Almost the last words he said to me were

these: 'If you make mine sister happy, it is all I ask.'"

"Franz!" she cried. "Mine dear, unselfish Franz! Always so good, so

gentle! Did he say that!"

"Yes, he said that. Will you come, Fredrika? Shall we try to make each

other happy?"

She was standing by the window now, with her hand upon her heart, and

her face alight with more than earthly joy.

"Dear Fraeulein," said the Doctor, rejoicing because it was in his power

to give any human creature so much happiness, "will you come?"

Without waiting for an answer, he put his hand upon her shoulder and

drew her toward him. Then the heavens opened for Fraeulein Fredrika, and

star-fire rained down upon her unbelieving soul.