Bab Bab 15 · The return of Gerhardt brought forward the child question in all

its bearings. He could not help considering it from the standpoint of

a grandparent, particularly since it was a human being possessed of a

soul. He wondered if it had been baptized. Then he inquired.

"No, not yet," said his wife, who had not forgotten this duty, but

had been uncertain whether the little one would be welcome in the

faith.

"No, of course not," sneered Gerhardt, whose opinion of his wife's

religious devotion was not any too great. "Such carelessness! Such

irreligion! That is a fine thing."

He thought it over a few moments, and felt that this evil should be

corrected at once.

"It should be baptized," he said. "Why don't she take it and have

it baptized?"

Mrs. Gerhardt reminded him that some one would have to stand

godfather to the child, and there was no way to have the ceremony

performed without confessing the fact that it was without a legitimate

father.

Gerhardt listened to this, and it quieted him for a few moments,

but his religion was something which he could not see put in the

background by any such difficulty. How would the Lord look upon

quibbling like this? It was not Christian, and it was his duty to

attend to the matter. It must be taken, forthwith, to the church,

Jennie, himself, and his wife accompanying it as sponsors; or, if he

did not choose to condescend thus far to his daughter, he must see

that it was baptized when she was not present. He brooded over this

difficulty, and finally decided that the ceremony should take place on

one of these week-days between Christmas and New Year's, when Jennie

would be at her work. This proposal he broached to his wife, and,

receiving her approval, he made his next announcement. "It has no

name," he said.

Jennie and her mother had talked over this very matter, and Jennie

had expressed a preference for Vesta. Now her mother made bold to

suggest it as her own choice.

"How would Vesta do?"

Gerhardt heard this with indifference. Secretly he had settled the

question in his own mind. He had a name in store, left over from the

halcyon period of his youth, and never opportunely available in the

case of his own children--Wilhelmina. Of course he had no idea of

unbending in the least toward his small granddaughter. He merely liked

the name, and the child ought to be grateful to get it. With a

far-off, gingery air he brought forward this first offering upon the

altar of natural affection, for offering it was, after all.

"That is nice," he said, forgetting his indifference. "But how

would Wilhelmina do?"

Mrs. Gerhardt did not dare cross him when he was thus unconsciously

weakening. Her woman's tact came to the rescue.

"We might give her both names," she compromised.

"It makes no difference to me," he replied, drawing back into the

shell of opposition from which he had been inadvertently drawn. "Just

so she is baptized."

Jennie heard of this with pleasure, for she was anxious that the

child should have every advantage, religious or otherwise, that it was

possible to obtain. She took great pains to starch and iron the

clothes it was to wear on the appointed day.

Gerhardt sought out the minister of the nearest Lutheran church, a

round-headed, thick-set theologian of the most formal type, to whom he

stated his errand.

"Your grandchild?" inquired the minister.

"Yes," said Gerhardt, "her father is not here."

"So," replied the minister, looking at him curiously.

Gerhardt was not to be disturbed in his purpose. He explained that

he and his wife would bring her. The minister, realizing the probable

difficulty, did not question him further.

"The church cannot refuse to baptize her so long as you, as

grandparent, are willing to stand sponsor for her," he said.

Gerhardt came away, hurt by the shadow of disgrace in which he felt

himself involved, but satisfied that he had done his duty. Now he

would take the child and have it baptized, and when that was over his

present responsibility would cease.

When it came to the hour of the baptism, however, he found that

another influence was working to guide him into greater interest and

responsibility. The stern religion with which he was enraptured, its

insistence upon a higher law, was there, and he heard again the

precepts which had helped to bind him to his own children.

"Is it your intention to educate this child in the knowledge and

love of the gospel?" asked the black-gowned minister, as they stood

before him in the silent little church whither they had brought the

infant; he was reading from the form provided for such occasions.

Gerhardt answered "Yes," and Mrs. Gerhardt added her affirmative.

"Do you engage to use all necessary care and diligence, by

prayerful instruction, admonition, example, and discipline that this

child may renounce and avoid everything that is evil and that she may

keep God's will and commandments as declared in His sacred word?"

A thought flashed through Gerhardt's mind as the words were uttered

of how it had fared with his own children. They, too, had been thus

sponsored. They too, had heard his solemn pledge to care for their

spiritual welfare. He was silent.

"We do," prompted the minister.

"We do," repeated Gerhardt and his wife weakly.

"Do you now dedicate this child by the rite of baptism unto the

Lord, who brought it?"

"We do."

"And, finally, if you can conscientiously declare before God that

the faith to which you have assented is your faith, and that the

solemn promises you have made are the serious resolutions of your

heart, please to announce the same in the presence of God, by saying

'Yes.'"

"Yes," they replied.

"I baptize thee, Wilhelmina Vesta," concluded the minister,

stretching out his hand over her, "in the name of the Father and of

the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Let us pray."

Gerhardt bent his gray head and followed with humble reverence the

beautiful invocation which followed:

"Almighty and everlasting God! we adore Thee as the great Parent of

the children of men, as the Father of our spirits and the Former of

our bodies. We praise Thee for giving existence to this infant and for

preserving her until this day. We bless Thee that she is called to

virtue and glory, that she has now been dedicated to Thee, and brought

within-the pale of the Christian Church. We thank Thee that by the

Gospel of the Son she is furnished with everything necessary to her

spiritual happiness; that it supplies light for her mind and comfort

for her heart, encouragement and power to discharge her duty, and the

precious hope of mercy and immortality to sustain and make her

faithful. And we beseech Thee, O most merciful God, that this child

may be enlightened and sanctified from her early years by the Holy

Spirit, and be everlastingly saved by Thy mercy. Direct and bless Thy

servants who are intrusted with the care of her in the momentous work

of her education. Inspire them with just conception of the absolute

necessity of religious instruction and principles. Forbid that they

should ever forget that this offspring belongs to Thee, and that, if

through their criminal neglect or bad example Thy reasonable creature

be lost, Thou wilt require it at their hands. Give them a deep sense

of the divinity of her nature, of the worth of her soul, of the

dangers to which she will be exposed, of the honor and felicity to

which she is capable of ascending with Thy blessing, and of the ruin

in this world and the misery in the world to come which springs from

wicked passion and conduct. Give them grace to check the first risings

of forbidden inclinations in her breast, to be her defense against the

temptations incident to childhood and youth, and, as she grows up, to

enlarge her understanding and to lead her to an acquaintance with Thee

and with Jesus Christ, whom Thou hast sent. Give them grace to

cultivate in her heart a supreme reverence and love for Thee, a

grateful attachment to the Gospel of Thy Son, her Saviour, a due

regard for all its ordinances and institutions, a temper of kindness

and goodwill to all mankind, and an invincible love of sincerity and

truth. Help them to watch continually over her with tender solicitude,

to be studious, that by their conversation and deportment her heart

may not be corrupted, and at all times to set before her such an

example that she may safely tread in their footsteps. If it please

Thee to prolong her days on earth, grant that she may prove an honor

and a comfort to her parents and friends, be useful in the world, and

find in Thy Providence an unfailing defense and support. Whether she

live, let her live to Thee; or whether she die, let her die to Thee.

And, at the great day of account, may she and her parents meet each

other with rapture and rejoice together in Thy redeeming love, through

Jesus Christ, forever and ever, Amen."

As this solemn admonition was read a feeling of obligation

descended upon the grandfather of this little outcast; a feeling that

he was bound to give the tiny creature lying on his wife's arm the

care and attention which God in His sacrament had commanded. He bowed

his head in utmost reverence, and when the service was concluded and

they left the silent church he was without words to express his

feelings. Religion was a consuming thing with him. God was a person, a

dominant reality. Religion was not a thing of mere words or of

interesting ideas to be listened to on Sunday, but a strong, vital

expression of the Divine Will handed down from a time when men were in

personal contact with God. Its fulfilment was a matter of joy and

salvation with him, the one consolation of a creature sent to wander

in a vale whose explanation was not here but in heaven. Slowly

Gerhardt walked on, and as he brooded on the words and the duties

which the sacrament involved the shade of lingering disgust that had

possessed him when he had taken the child to church disappeared and a

feeling of natural affection took its place. However much the daughter

had sinned, the infant was not to blame. It was a helpless, puling,

tender thing, demanding his sympathy and his love. Gerhardt felt his

heart go out to the little child, and yet he could not yield his

position all in a moment.

"That is a nice man," he said of the minister to his wife as they

walked along, rapidly softening in his conception of his duty.

"Yes, he was," agreed Mrs. Gerhardt timidly.

"It's a good-sized little church," he continued.

"Yes."

Gerhardt looked around him, at the street, the houses, the show of

brisk life on this sunshiny, winter's day, and then finally at the

child that his wife was carrying.

"She must be heavy," he said, in his characteristic German. "Let me

take her."

Mrs. Gerhardt, who was rather weary, did not refuse.

"There!" he said, as he looked at her and then fixed her

comfortably upon his shoulder. "Let us hope she proves worthy of all

that has been done to-day."

Mrs. Gerhardt listened, and the meaning in his voice interpreted

itself plainly enough. The presence of the child in the house might be

the cause of recurring spells of depression and unkind words, but

there would be another and greater influence restraining him. There

would always be her soul to consider. He would never again be utterly

unconscious of her soul.