cold hearth, whose dead gray ashes seemed a picture of the desolation of his heart, and laid his head on the old stool.
"God forgive me!" he cried. "God grant I find them yet!"
Then he rose up, and retraced his steps to the village. The priest could tell him all.
The old priest was dead, said the hostess at the inn, but the Herr could see young Father Gottfried—yes, indeed.
So to the house of the Father went Hansel.
The young priest's face grew bright with interest.
The honorable Herr was the son of Carl and Gretel Myers! Ach so! He knew of the honorable Herr's great fame and renown. But where were Carl and Gretel Myers? Truly—had the Herr not yet seen them? They were gone to Dresden a month since, and to see the honorable Herr. Was it possible that some mischance had befallen them?
