e many
faithful hands that were stretched out toward him. But he soon looked
sadly down before him. He had not only destroyed the celebration for
himself, but had robbed his companions of a great part of their
pleasure, by sending a messenger early in the morning to say he could
not be with them. What did his companions' love profit him, when the
love of the one for whom his heart beat was wanting? What did he care
for a joy or an honor that Thoma did not share?

He stood up. There is yet time. He can yet hasten to join his comrades,
and though late, he will be gladly welcomed. He rejected the thought,
and gave himself up to painful questionings and fancies. Would he find
happiness in anything again? He had humbled himself before Thoma, and
she had scornfully spurned him. He had done what he could to set
matters right again. Perhaps Thoma will be softened when she sees that
for her sake he avoids the most enticing pleasures. She knows what he
suffers, but what must she suffer!

Thoma was not in the solitude of the forest, she was solitary and
forsaken in her father's house. She, too, heard the report of the
mortar, and she asked herself if Anton was at the celebration, honored
and happy. No, it cannot be. She mourned deeply that she had been
forced to destroy and fill with sadness this day, and all the coming
days of his life. She remembered in terror that she had yesterday said
to Anton: "I cannot rejoice in stolen goods." Is it then so hopeless?
Had not the words escaped unguardedly from the depth of sorrow? She
almost envied her mother, who could sleep all day long. She must stay
awake, and harbor such bitter thoughts in her soul.

What will happen to her father at the celebration? Will he, rebuffed on
all sides, allow himself to be drawn into committing a new crime? With
folded hands, staring fixedly before her, Thoma sat in her bed-room,
till at last her heavy heart was lightened by a flood of tears.

CHAPTER XLIX.

Thoma was not curious to learn why Peter was talking with his mother so
long, nor would it have given her pleasure had she known, for he
whispered:

"Mother, hereafter you mustn't let father roam around the world this
way, and I'll help you keep him at home. We've helped him through, and
that's enough. He must be quiet now, and not keep people gaping at
him."

The mother looked at Peter sadly, as though looking at a stranger.
Peter understood the look to mea