Saxony, he had had character enough to oppose the army conscription

iniquity, and to flee in his eighteenth year, to Paris. From there he had set forth for America, the land of promise.

Arrived in this country, he had made his way, by slow stages from New

York to Philadelphia, and thence westward, working for a time in the

various glass factories in Pennsylvania. In one romantic village of this

new world he had found his heart's ideal. With her, a simple American

girl of German extraction, he had removed to Youngstown, and thence to

Columbus, each time following a glass manufacturer by the name of

Hammond, whose business prospered and waned by turns.

Gerhardt was an honest man, and he liked to think that others appreciated his integrity. "William," his employer used to say to him, "I want you because I can trust you," and this, to him, was more than silver and gold.

This honesty, like his religious convictions, was wholly due to

inheritance. He had never reasoned about it. Father and grandfather

before him were sturdy German artisans, who had never cheated anybody

out of a dollar, and this honesty of intention came into his veins

undiminished.

His Lutheran proclivities had been strengthened by years of church-

going and the religious observances of home life. In his father's cottage the influence of the Lutheran minister had been all- powerful; he had

inherited the feeling that the Lutheran Church was a perfect institution, and that its teachings were of all- importance when it came to the issue of the future life. His wife, nominally of the Mennonite faith, was quite

willing to accept her husband's creed. And so his household became a

God-fearing one; wherever they went their first public step was to ally

themselves with the local Lutheran church, and the minister was always a

welcome guest in the Gerhardt home.

Pastor Wundt, the shepherd of the Columbus church, was a sincere and

ardent Christian, but his bigotry and hard-and-fast orthodoxy made him

intolerant. He considered that the members of his flock were jeopardising their eternal salvation if they danced, played cards, or went to theatres, and he did not hesitate to declare vociferously that hell was yawning for those who disobeyed his injunctions. Drinking, even temperately, was a

sin. Smoking— well, he smoked himself. Right conduct in marriage,

however, and innocence before that state were absolute essentials of

Christian living. Let no one talk of salvation, he had said, for a daughter who had failed to keep her chastity unstained, or for the parents who, by negligence, had permitted her to fall. Hell was yawning for all such. You must walk the straight and narrow way if you would escape eternal

punishment, and a just God was angry with sinners every day.

Gerhardt and his wife, and also Jennie, accepted the doctrines of their

Church as expounded by Mr. Wundt without reserve. With Jennie,

however, the assent was little more than nominal. Religion had as yet no

striking hold upon her. It was a pleasant thing to know that there was a

heaven, a fearsome one to realise that there was a hell. Young girls and

boys ought to be good and obey their parents. Otherwise the whole

religious problem was badly jumbled in her mind.

Gerhardt was convinced that everything spoken from the pulpit of his

church was literally true. Death and the future life were realities to him.

Now that the years were slipping away and the problem of the world was

becoming more and more inexplicable, he clung with pathetic anxiety to

the doctrines which contained a solution. Oh, if he could only be so

honest and upright that the Lord might have no excuse for ruling him out.

He trembled not only for himself, but for his wife and children. Would he not some day be held responsible for them? Would not his own laxity and

lack of system in inculcating the laws of eternal life to them end in his and their damnation? He pictured to himself the torments of hell, and

wondered how it would be with him and his in the final hour.

Naturally, such a deep religious feeling made him stern with his children.

He was prone to scan with a narrow eye the pleasures and foibles of

youthful desire. Jennie was never to have a lover if her father had any

voice in the matter. Any flirtation with the youths she might meet upon

the streets of Columbus could have no continuation in her home. Gerhardt

forgot that he was once young himself, and looked only to the welfare of

her spirit. So the Senator was a novel factor in her life.

When he first began to be a part of their family affairs the conventional standards of Father Gerhardt proved untrustworthy. He had no means of

judging such a character. This was no ordinary person coquetting with his pretty daughter. The manner in which the Senator entered the family life

was so original and so plausible that he became an active part before any one thought anything about it. Gerhardt himself was deceived, and,

expecting nothing but honour and profit to flow to the family from such a source, accepted the interest and the service, and plodded peacefully on.

His wife did not tell him of the many presents which had come before and

since the wonderful Christmas.

But one morning as Gerhardt was coming home from his night work a

neighbour named Otto Weaver accosted him.

"Gerhardt," he said, "I want to speak a word with you. As a friend of yours, I want to tell you what I hear. The neighbours, you know, they talk now about the man who comes to see your daughter."

"My daughter?" said Gerhardt, more puzzled and pained by this abrupt attack than mere words could indicate. "Whom do you mean? I don't

know of any one who comes to see my daughter."

"No?" inquired Weaver, nearly as much astonished as the recipient of his confidences. "The middle-aged man, with grey hair. He carries a cane sometimes. You don't know him?"

Gerhardt racked his memory with a puzzled face.

"They say he was a senator once," went on Weaver, doubtful of what he had got into; "I don't know."

"Ah," returned Gerhardt, measurably relieved. "Senator Brander. Yes. He has come sometimes—so. Well, what of it?"

"It is nothing," returned the neighbour, "only they talk. He is no longer a young man, you know. Your daughter, she goes out with him now a few

times. These people, they see that, and now they talk about her. I thought you might want to know."

Gerhardt was shocked to the depths of his being by these terrible words.

People must have a reason for saying such things. Jennie and her mother

were seriously at fault. Still he did not hesitate to defend his daughter.

"He is a friend of the family," he said confusedly. "People should not talk until they know. My daughter has done nothing."

"That is so. It is nothing," continued Weaver. "People talk before they have any grounds. You and I are old friends. I thought you might want to

know."

Gerhardt stood there motionless another minute or so, his jaw fallen and a strange helplessness upon him. The world was such a grim thing to have

antagonistic to you. Its opinions and good favour were so essential. How

hard he had tried to live up to its rules! Why should it not be satisfied and let him alone?

"I am glad you told me," he murmured as he started homeward. "I will see about it. Good-bye."

Gerhardt took the first opportunity to question his wife.

"What is this about Senator Brander coming out to call on Jennie?" he asked in German. "The neighbours are talking about it."