. The monk and the hangman's daughter. Srje i«onft 14G anD tilt 5S|anflman»Saufll)tec. If I so spoke, I should be punished, but Icould endure that without a murmur. If only I were sinless and could rightly be-come a priest, I could be of great service to thepoor child. I should be able to give her infiniteblessings and consolations. I could be her con-fessor and absolve her from sin, and, if I shouldoutlive her — which God forbid! — might by myprayers even redeem her soul from could read masses for the souls of her poordead parents, already in torment. Above all, if I succeeded in
. The monk and the hangman's daughter. Srje i«onft 14G anD tilt 5S|anflman»Saufll)tec. If I so spoke, I should be punished, but Icould endure that without a murmur. If only I were sinless and could rightly be-come a priest, I could be of great service to thepoor child. I should be able to give her infiniteblessings and consolations. I could be her con-fessor and absolve her from sin, and, if I shouldoutlive her — which God forbid! — might by myprayers even redeem her soul from could read masses for the souls of her poordead parents, already in torment. Above all, if I succeeded in preserving herfrom that one great and destructive sin forwhich she secretly longs; if I could take herwith me and place her under thy protection,0 Blessed Virgin, that would be happiness in-deed. But where is the sanctuary that would receivethe hangmans daughter ? I know it but toowell: when I am gone from here, the Evil One,in the winning shape he has assumed, will pre-vail, and she will be lost in time and in eternity. HAVE been at Benedictascabin. Benedicta, I said, I amgoing away from here —away from the mountains —away from grew pale, but saidnothing. For a moment I w-as overcome withemotion ; I seemed to choke and could not con-tinue. Presently I said : Poor child, what willbecome of you ? I know that your love forEochus is strong, and love is like a torrent whichnothing can stay. There is no safety for you butin clinging to the cross of our Savior. Promiseme that you will do so — do not let me go awayin misery, Benedicta. Am I, then, so wicked ? she said, without lift-ing her eyes from the ground. Can I not betrusted ? Ah, but, Benedicta, the enemy is strong, and 147 Et>t ifttonft 148 anK t\)t yQ^ have a traitor to unbar the gates. Yonr own?eangraan»s j^^art, poor child, will at last betray « jjg ^jii j^o^ j-^ami me, she murmured. Youwrong him, sir, indeed you do. But I knew that I did not, and was all themore concerned to
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