"There has never been a just one, never an honorable one--on the part of the instigator of the war.I can see a million years ahead, and this rule will never change in so many as half a dozen instances.The loud little handful--as usual--will shout for the war.The pulpit will--warily and cautiously--object--at first; the great, big, dull bulk of the nation will rub its sleepy eyes and try to make out why there should be a war, and will say, earnestly and indignantly, "It is unjust and dishonorable, and there is no necessity for it." Then the handful will shout louder.A few fair men on the other side will argue and reason against the war with speech and pen, and at first will have a hearing and be applauded; but it will not last long; those others will outshout them, and presently the anti-war audiences will thin out and lose popularity.
Before long you will see this curious thing: the speakers stoned from the platform, and free speech strangled by hordes of furious men who in their secret hearts are still at one with those stoned speakers--as earlier--but do not dare to say so.And now the whole nation--pulpit and all--will take up the war-cry, and shout itself hoarse, and mob any honest man who ventures to open his mouth; and presently such mouths will cease to open.Next the statesmen will invent cheap lies, putting the blame upon the nation that is attacked, and every man will be glad of those conscience-soothing falsities, and will diligently study them, and refuse to examine any refutations of them; and thus he will by and by convince himself that the war is just, and will thank God for the better sleep he enjoys after this process of grotesque self-deception."Chapter 10
Days and days went by now, and no Satan.It was dull without him.But the astrologer, who had returned from his excursion to the moon, went about the village, braving public opinion, and getting a stone in the middle of his back now and then when some witch-hater got a safe chance to throw it and dodge out of sight.Meantime two influences had been working well for Marget.That Satan, who was quite indifferent to her, had stopped going to her house after a visit or two had hurt her pride, and she had set herself the task of banishing him from her heart.
Reports of Wilhelm Meidling's dissipation brought to her from time to time by old Ursula had touched her with remorse, jealousy of Satan being the cause of it; and so now, these two matters working upon her together, she was getting a good profit out of the combination--her interest in Satan was steadily cooling, her interest in Wilhelm as steadily warming.
All that was needed to complete her conversion was that Wilhelm should brace up and do something that should cause favorable talk and incline the public toward him again.
The opportunity came now.Marget sent and asked him to defend her uncle in the approaching trial, and he was greatly pleased, and stopped drinking and began his preparations with diligence.With more diligence than hope, in fact, for it was not a promising case.He had many interviews in his office with Seppi and me, and threshed out our testimony pretty thoroughly, thinking to find some valuable grains among the chaff, but the harvest was poor, of course.
If Satan would only come! That was my constant thought.He could invent some way to win the case; for he had said it would be won, so he necessarily knew how it could be done.But the days dragged on, and still he did not come.Of course I did not doubt that it would be won, and that Father Peter would be happy for the rest of his life, since Satan had said so; yet I knew I should be much more comfortable if he would come and tell us how to manage it.It was getting high time for Father Peter to have a saving change toward happiness, for by general report he was worn out with his imprisonment and the ignominy that was burdening him, and was like to die of his miseries unless he got relief soon.
At last the trial came on, and the people gathered from all around to witness it; among them many strangers from considerable distances.Yes, everybody was there except the accused.He was too feeble in body for the strain.But Marget was present, and keeping up her hope and her spirit the best she could.The money was present, too.It was emptied on the table, and was handled and caressed and examined by such as were privileged.
The astrologer was put in the witness-box.He had on his best hat and robe for the occasion.
QUESTION.You claim that this money is yours?
ANSWER.I do.
Q.How did you come by it?
A.I found the bag in the road when I was returning from a journey.
Q.When?
A.More than two years ago.
Q.What did you do with it?
A.I brought it home and hid it in a secret place in my observatory, intending to find the owner if I could.
Q.You endeavored to find him?
A.I made diligent inquiry during several months, but nothing came of it.
Q.And then?
A.I thought it not worth while to look further, and was minded to use the money in finishing the wing of the foundling-asylum connected with the priory and nunnery.So I took it out of its hiding-place and counted it to see if any of it was missing.And then--Q.Why do you stop? Proceed.
A.I am sorry to have to say this, but just as I had finished and was restoring the bag to its place, I looked up and there stood Father Peter behind me.
Several murmured, "That looks bad," but others answered, "Ah, but he is such a liar!"Q.That made you uneasy?
A.No; I thought nothing of it at the time, for Father Peter often came to me unannounced to ask for a little help in his need.
Marget blushed crimson at hearing her uncle falsely and impudently charged with begging, especially from one he had always denounced as a fraud, and was going to speak, but remembered herself in time and held her peace.
Q.Proceed.
A.In the end I was afraid to contribute the money to the foundling-asylum, but elected to wait yet another year and continue my inquiries.