Part 8 (1/2)
”Palko, take the boys,” commanded Bacha, ”and go with them somewhere in the woods where n.o.body will interfere, and pray that the Lord G.o.d may help us to successfully arrange for what we have before us.”
So they prayed, and believed that the Lord Jesus heard them.
Late in the evening, Bacha returned. The boys were already asleep. In the morning he told them that everything that could be done yesterday was carried out successfully, but that there was another matter which would take about a week before they could know how it would turn out, so they must keep on praying.
And what a week it was! The boys never lived through another like it.
Sometimes they were with Ondrejko at his mother's. Again she came to the sheepcotes, and when she remained till the evening she loved to spend the night in the wooden hut. Aunty used to return before the evening in the company of Petrik. He loved to do this, because he always got a very good supper there. Then Ondrejko slept with his mother. How beautiful that was! She sat on his bed, told him many good things, petted, and kissed him till he fell asleep. In the morning again, he woke her up early. He jumped from his bed, threw his arms around her neck and timidly kissed her beautiful lips. What beautiful moments these were! Ondrejko was allowed to accompany his mother even when Bacha Filina took her to show her all three sheepfolds. They walked together over the clearings, looked at the herds of sheep, and spoke with the herdsmen. She was so friendly and kind to them. On the other hand, this helped to improve her health. After such a walk she ate and slept very well. Ondrejko was glad that she liked Bacha Filina. He treated her very nicely, just like a lady, as if she were his own daughter. On Sat.u.r.day Ondrejko went with his mother to the cottage. There he was to have dinner with her. Both of his comrades were invited for the afternoon, and with them, of course, came Dunaj and Fido, but the cat was not afraid of them, and when they saw this they let her alone.
The boy ran joyfully into the room, but on the doorstep he halted, because his beautiful mother sat at a table. In her hand she held a long letter ready for the mail, and she cried. Oh, how bitterly she cried! She was cheered up when he ran to her and began to hug and kiss her; she returned his kisses but did not stop crying. ”Why do you cry so much, my mother?” he said sadly. ”What is it about?”
”About myself, my loved one, because I am very bad.”
Ondrejko would not admit that. To him, a mother seemed like an angel, but Palko had read only yesterday the saying: ”THEY ALL HAVE SINNED AND COME SHORT OF THE GLORY OF G.o.d,” and added that so long as one does not realize this and thinks himself good enough, the Lord Jesus cannot save him, because only sick ones need a doctor; and Bacha Filina had added that only the Holy Spirit can bring a soul to such conviction. It must be then, that the Holy Spirit had begun to teach his mother also. Surely the Lord Jesus would soon find her!
”Why do you think, mother, that you are bad?” the boy timidly asked.
”Because I have a very good father, and have grieved him very much.
Look, Ondrejko; I have written now for the first time in many years.”
”And surely you have asked his forgiveness? Have you not?”
”Yes, I did; but is it possible to forgive such a sinner?”
”The father forgave his prodigal son because he loved him,” the boy said seriously. ”Did your father love you also, my mother?”
The lady sighed sadly, but did not cry any more.
”He would surely receive you if you would return home.”
”I will see if he will answer me, and what he will say.”
”Mother, was not your father my grandfather?”
”Yes, my darling; and if the good Lord grant that I may be able to count you all my own, and you will be only mine, then we will go together, and you will help me to ask him. He will surely not refuse you; you will understand one another better, because you both love the Lord Jesus and you are His sheep.”
The boy rejoiced. The grandfather loved the Lord Jesus! ”How glad I am! Oh, then he will surely forgive you.”
They could not continue their talk because Aunty Moravec called them to dinner, which was very good. Joe came after dinner; he was carrying cheese to town and stopped to ask if there was anything to be mailed.
The lady gave him her letter, and Aunty a slip and money to buy various things at the stores, with a big piece of cake to eat on the way. From the lady he received money to buy cherries for himself and the boys, if there were any good ones.
That afternoon it was quite jolly in and about the cottage when the comrades came. Ondrejko was glad that his mother was so joyful. She taught them all kinds of nice games. She even went with them on the ”Old Hag's Rock,” and there Palko had to tell her also how he found his Suns.h.i.+ne Country. That interested her very much. He recalled twice, how he was lost as a small child and grew up with strange people, and how the Lord Jesus took care that he came again to his parents. A whole book could be written about how he fared in the world.[A] Madame Slavkovsky was very much interested in that. When they later walked to the sheepcotes, all along the way she asked about Palko's mother, who in her sorrow for the lost boy also lost her reason till she finally found him and the Lord Jesus returned her son to her. They did not realize how quickly they came to the huts.
[Footnote A: See the first part of ”The Suns.h.i.+ne Country.”]
It was a beautiful evening; the sunset covered the sky with its rosy curtains. The sun sank behind the mountains, and as if in parting kissed the valleys and the people, and especially seemed to kiss the beautiful lady who sat by the open fire in deep thought.
”If you can sing so beautifully,” begged Palko, ”and many people went to hear you, we also would like you to do so. Sing for us, if you please.”
”Oh, Palko.” The lady shook her head. ”You wouldn't like my song.
Besides you wouldn't understand me. I sang mostly in English, Italian, but also in Czech, but the text of these songs would not fit in with this sacred evening closing around us. But because I would like to reward you, Palko, for so beautifully relating your experiences, let me just think a moment.”