"We can see to that bye and bye, there is plenty of time for that. It
won't do for you to be thinking about the horse all the time, you know,
you must keep your mind on your work if you mean to do it well."

Dieterli said no more. He was busy trying to decide on which side of the
house it would be best to put the stable.

That night, Gertrude again hurried down the hill to the doctor's houses
and this time she brought him back with her.

Her husband's illness had taken a turn for the worse, and the next day he
died.




CHAPTER II.

WITH FRESH COURAGE.


A few days later a numerous company of mourners followed another black
bier to the sunny church-yard.

Steffan, the saddler, had been universally respected. He had begun life
modestly; there had been no large industries in Tannenegg in his early
days. He married the quiet and orderly Gertrude, who worked with him at
his trade, and helped support the frugal household. Soon the flood of
prosperity invaded Fohrensee, and naturally the only saddler in the