Christian socialism -- Fiction; German Americans -- Fiction; Shoemakers -- Fiction
But every one wondered at the change that had come over the erstwhile
calm and self-reliant Gretchen. She was prettier than ever, with that
new softness in her eyes, that shrinking timidity in her manner; and it
was beautiful to see how she clung to her young husband, watching every
look and gesture as though her life hung upon the issue, while his
manner to her was tenderly authoritative; and he seemed altogether older
and more sedate,—sobered, as every one said, by his new
responsibilities.
Both retained their former positions at “Prices,” though, “for the sake
of the example,” as they were sternly assured, they ought, in strict
justice, to have been discharged. It was an evening or two after their
return that the young bridegroom sought opportunity for a confidential
talk with Mr. Clare.
“You’ve stood by me, sir,” he said, “like a man and a brother; and I
want to tell you all about it.”
“Whatever you like, Fritz. You know I’m not inquisitive.”
“That you ain’t, Mr. Clare; but you know so much already, I’m afraid you
might blame her more than she deserves. Did you suspicion anything that
day on the hill?”
“Why, I saw you were troubled; and I knew that your wife—as she is
now—had—well, since you ask—had given occasion for complaints of
non-attention to business, and had been seen in company you would have
disapproved.”
“Is that so? I didn’t know it. Who saw her?”
“Louis Metzerott; but he thinks they met only once, by accident.”
Fritz swore a huge oath under his breath, then begged Mr. Clare’s
pardon. “And after all,” he said, “it was a pretty neat job; for I
suppose no one else suspects anything.”
“Why, your friend, the porter, upon hearing of your marriage, carried
his perplexities to Father McClosky,” said Mr. Clare, laughing, “as to
how a young man should have overslept himself on the morning of his
projected elopement. I don’t know how he was convinced it was all right
and perfectly natural, for there aren’t many matrimonial precedents in
the Acta Sanctorum or Alban Butler. But Father McClosky is equal to most
things.”
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