But the seed remains.
So shall the seeds of good deeds remain, and blossom into flower.
The church door was open. I entered, and knelt and prayed.
[CHAPTER X.]
MASTER FINK HAS AN INTERVIEW WITH THE WOMAN
HE LOVED.
An hour past noon I stood before Louisa Wolf's hovel. It was nothing more; it would have been mockery to call it a cottage.
I looked in at the window it was almost bare of furniture, and I recognized that whoever inhabited it must have a hard fight to keep body and soul together. And in the room was an old, old woman--none other than Louisa Wolf.
She was but forty-five, but she looked seventy when she opened the door to my knock.
She fell back when she saw me, as though she had received a mortal wound. I hurried forward to support her, but she thrust me fiercely off, and retreated a step or two. I entered without invitation, and surveyed with wonder and compassion the miserable apartment. When, after this melancholy survey, I looked at Louisa Wolf, I was astonished to observe that a dark frown had settled on her face, and that she was regarding me with aversion. I had not long to wait before I was enlightened as to the cause of this unwelcome and unexpected reception.
"What do you do here?" she muttered. "What do you do here?"