Unless we keep before our eyes this mainspring of a Saint's life, that life will be as enigmatical to us as it is to the world. Jesus balked at no test of the love which He bore towards us: nay, He devised tests passing all human imagining. Let Him make trial of our love for Him! We are unhappy till He does! And with this daring spirit in his heart every Saint enters upon a career of Romance in its sweetest and highest form. And, we submit, to recur to the literary style of the following biography, Romance is light-hearted, light-stepping, cheerful, with the starlight on its face and in its eyes. James J. Daly, S.J. CONTENTS Chapter I ON THE ROAD Chapter II THE PURSUIT Chapter III EARLY DAYS Chapter IV OFF TO VIENNA Chapter V SCHOOL DAYS Chapter VI IN THE HOUSE OF KIMBERKER Chapter VII THE TEST OF COURAGE Chapter VIII IN DANGER OF DEATH Chapter IX VOCATION Chapter X THE RUNAWAY Chapter XI AT DILLIGEN Chapter XII THE ROAD TO ROME Chapter XIII THE NOVICESHIP Chapter XIV GOING HOME Chapter XV AFTERMATH FOR GREATER THINGS CHAPTER I ON THE ROAD Mid-August in Vienna, the year 1567: when Shakespeare was still a little boy; twenty years before Philip II fitted out the Spanish Armada; forty years before the first English colony settled in America. The sun had just well risen, the gates of Vienna had been opened but a few hours. Through the great western gate, which cast its long shadow on the road to Augsburg, came a strange-looking boy. He lacked but a month or two of seventeen years, was some five feet two or three inches in height, had an oval face of remarkable beauty and liveliness, jet black hair, and eyes in which merriment dwelt as in its home. He was dressed as became a noble of the time, and in apparel of unusual splendor and costliness; plumed bonnet, slashed velvet doublet, tight silken hose, jeweled dagger at his girdle. But it was odd to see so brilliant a figure on foot in the dusty highway; still more odd that be carried a rough bundle slung on a staff over his and that, peasant fashion, he munched at a loaf of bread as he trudged the road. By no means stalwart-looking, still he swung along with an easy stride and a confident strength that many a stouter man might envy. He was bound for Augsburg, 400 miles to the west, and he set himself thirty miles a day as his rate of travel.