“Ja, and you now exhibit those gut behaviors every day.” My father patted Anton on the shoulder before he turned toward Violet. “It is my hope that you will conduct yourself in the same manner, Sister Violet. Let us clear all misunderstanding so that Anton and I may return to our work.”
Dr. Nagel cleared his throat. “Well, Violet? What do you have to say?”
“The day when we went sledding, I told Frank I planned to do something that would force Anton to marry me. He said he would help, because he liked the idea of having Anton become a part of our family.”
Dr. Nagel frowned. “If he wanted Anton to marry you, why did they fight?”
She focused on the ground. “After we rolled off the sled, Frank came over and confronted Anton. Frank thought he could get Anton to say he would marry me. Instead, Anton kept insisting he did nothing wrong and that I had caused the sled to turn and rolled on top of him.”
Anton bobbed his head. “Ja, which is exactly what happened, except I did not know Frank was part of your plan.”
My father motioned Anton to silence. “Let her finish, Anton.”
Violet glanced at her father. “Everyone heard what Anton was saying. I didn’t want them to think I had acted in an unsuitable manner, so I whispered to Frank that he must defend me against gossip.”
Anton sighed. “Thank you for finally speaking the truth, Violet.”
Several sheep bleated and two of the shearers called for another sheep while the visitors clapped for those who were working with great speed. All of the sounds that had faded into the background now pulled me back to our surroundings.
Violet nodded. “I am sorry for the trouble I caused you, Anton.” Her lips curved into a feeble smile. “It was because I cared for you and wanted to marry you. I hope you will forgive me and that one day you will decide that you wish to live in High.”
“Violet . . .” Her father’s voice carried a warning tone.
She shrugged. “Just so you know, I will probably marry someone else.”
Anton glanced toward the flock of sheep awaiting the clippers. “That is gut. I hope you will be very happy.”
Dr. Nagel tugged on his vest. “I am thinking that maybe this could all stay between the four of us and that nothing needs to be said to anyone else.”
My father rested his arm on the fence railing. “Violet is your daughter, and the problem with the sled happened in High, so I have no say over what should happen. But I do not think it is proper that the elders continue to think Anton was at fault for an incident caused by two of your children. I do not believe this was fair to Anton, and I do not believe your children benefit if they escape all punishment.” My father pushed his hat to the back of his head. “We are taught that our children should be praised for gut behavior and suffer consequences for misconduct. That way they will grow in God’s ways.”
Dr. Nagel didn’t argue. “You are right. I should not let Violet or Frank think they can act in such a manner without punishment.” He looked at Violet. “I am pleased you finally told the truth, but I think it is best if you go to the Bruderrat in High and tell them the truth.”
“But I’ll have to return to children’s church.”
Violet’s father frowned at her. “It could be worse than children’s church. If the elders decide you should not go to church at all, there will be even more questions. Besides, that is a small punishment compared to what has happened to Anton.”
She thrust her lips into another pout. “If you would just agree to marry me, everything would be fine, Anton.”
Dr. Nagel shook his head. “You must forgive her, Brother George. She has always been a little slow to see the error of her ways.”
“Come on, Vater. I am ready to go home.” Violet grasped her father’s arm and tugged.
“I hope you will be this eager when the time comes to face the elders.” Dr. Nagel tipped his hat to my father. “I am sorry that I misjudged you, Anton. Please accept my apology.”
“Vater! Come on! Anton knows I am sorry; Frank is sorry, you are sorry, we are all sorry. Now, let’s go home. I want to get away from these smelly sheep.”
CHAPTER 30
July 1893
Dovie
The time for our meeting with the Grossebruderrat arrived on a sticky hot afternoon in July. I thought the weather might be an advantage. “The meetinghouse will be so warm the men won’t want to sit there very long. It will mean fewer questions, don’t you think?” I finished combing my hair and turned to look at Karlina. Her complexion had turned as pale as a summer cloud. “Are you ill?”
“Nein, but I am frightened to go before the Grossebruderrat.” Karlina arranged her black Sunday shawl over her shoulders. “Please check the point to see it is centered.”
I stepped behind her and moved the shawl an inch to the right. “There. That is better.” Leaning over Karlina’s shoulder, I kissed her cheek. “Try not to worry. I have been praying that God will open the eyes of the elders and they will make the right decision for all of us.”
Karlina turned around. “What the elders hear from God may not be the answer we want. I have been thinking of what could happen, and none of it is very gut. No matter what, there will be consequences for breaking the rules.”
“I am sorry you must bear this, Karlina. When it is my turn to speak, I am going to explain that you would never have gone to the Sedlacek farm if I had not begged you to come with me. I think I am the one who should be punished, not you.”
Directing a sad smile at me, Karlina shook her head. “It does not matter what you think or what I think, Dovie. The only thing that matters is what the elders think.”
“But they will listen to what we have to say before they make their decision. I think I will be able to influence them that you should not be punished.”
Karlina shrugged. “The truth is that I made the decision to go with you. I knew the rules, and I knew that I was breaking them. That is the issue before the elders—at least where I am concerned.” She bowed her head. “I am willing to take my punishment.”
“But you’ve already suffered through your illness. That should be enough punishment.” I picked up my bonnet and followed Karlina into the parlor. “And that’s what I’m going to tell them.”
“I became ill because I was around others who had a sickness. It wasn’t a punishment from God. It happened because of my foolish behavior.”
I frowned, disappointed that Karlina didn’t believe her illness should exclude her from further penalty. “But you still suffered, so that should be enough.”
Cousin Louise stepped into the parlor. “We will depart in a few minutes.” She turned to me. “I think it will be wise to guard your tongue when you go before the Grossebruderrat, Dovie. You should answer their questions with truth and honesty, but it would not be prudent to advise them what they should or should not do in regard to punishment.” She tied the strings of her cap beneath her chin. “Sometimes less is more.”
“What do you mean?”
“To say a few words with great meaning is better than to ramble on with nothing of value.”
I nodded. “I’ll try to remember that, Cousin Louise.”
“If you hear me cough, you will know you are saying too much. If you truly want to remain in the colonies, I do not want you to jeopardize your future. Should you appear to be a young woman who is headstrong and will not take direction, I fear the elders will consider you a poor candidate to live here.” Her lips curved in a generous smile. “Not that living with your Vater would be a terrible punishment. I would never want you or him to think such a thing.”
“I know, Cousin Louise. You don’t need to explain.” I had read to Cousin Louise the recent letter from my father. Like me, she had been surprised to hear of his future plans, but she had been quick to mention he’d had to make many changes in his life. “To live alone after all the years he had with your Mutter and you would be very difficult.” She’d smiled and quickly added, “I do not think he would choose
a woman who would not be kind and loving to you.”
I thought Cousin Louise had correctly assessed my father’s situation. My feelings had softened toward my father’s plans for a future with Ardella, but I still didn’t want to leave the colonies. Today I would need to choose my words carefully and pray God would give the elders a clear directive to absolve Karlina and to let me remain here and marry Berndt. After Cousin Louise’s warning, I doubted that all of my prayers would be answered in the affirmative.
“Where is Anton?” Cousin Louise folded her arms and tapped her foot.
“He has already gone downstairs, Mutter. He said he would wait for us outside.”
The sound of Cousin George’s heavy footsteps in the hallway brought all three of us to attention. “We do not want to be late. Let us go.”
The four of us descended the stairs into the dining room. The women preparing the midafternoon coffee and cake busied themselves as we paraded through the kitchen. All except Sister Bertha, who hurried to Cousin Louise’s side. “No need to worry about the Küche, Sister Louise. I will be pleased to oversee supper preparations.”
Cousin Louise clamped her lips into a tight smile. “I knew you would offer, Sister Bertha, but there is little oversight needed. The other sisters know their duties and complete them without direction.” She spoke loud enough for the other sisters to hear. They nodded and smiled a silent thank-you. The comment from Cousin Louise would prevent Sister Bertha from taking command during our absence.
Anton stood on the wooden sidewalk, pressing the brim of his dark felt hat between his fingers. The five of us hadn’t gone far when Berndt joined us. Several weeks ago he had sent a letter and asked to meet with the Grossebruderrat while they were in East. His letter hadn’t contained the reason for his request, but I knew he planned to ask permission to marry me. After the elders had heard all of the rules I had broken, I wasn’t sure this was the best time for his request, but he said it must be today, since we didn’t know what decision they might make regarding my future.
He smiled as he joined us. “It has been some time since I have seen so many gloomy faces.”
The sadness in Cousin Louise’s eyes deepened. “To go before the Grossebruderrat when the Bruderrat of your village has been unable to arrive at a decision is not something that creates great happiness.”
Cousin George motioned for us to wait before entering the meetinghouse. “Before we go in, I want to pray that God will give the Grossebruderrat wisdom as they make their decisions.” After he’d led us in prayer, he held up his finger. “One moment. The elder in charge of the meeting is Brother Michael Weizmann. He will ask most of the questions. When you speak to him, you should not address him as Brother Michael but as Brother Weizmann.” He glanced at me. “As a sign of respect for his position.”
The others likely knew the proper way to address the leader, but I was thankful for Brother George’s words of advice.
Berndt looked in the opposite direction. “We better go or we’ll be late. That would not be a gut way to begin.”
Cousin George agreed. The three men turned and trod toward one end of the meetinghouse while Karlina, Cousin Louise, and I walked to the women’s door at the opposite end. Just like at morning worship, the elders sat behind a long table. Although Cousin George was a member of the Grossebruderrat, his position in the group had been temporarily assigned to Brother Samuel, another member of the Bruderrat in East. Karlina had explained that her father didn’t wish to sit in judgment when members of his family were involved. While I admired his integrity, I would have preferred to have Cousin George’s vote.
My hands perspired as I took my seat beside Karlina. There were more than twenty members of the Grossebruderrat, and the only one I recognized was Brother Samuel. The rest were representatives from the other villages. I wondered if Anton knew the representatives from High—surely he did. I hoped they would look favorably on his request to marry Karlina. Then again, if they’d been the ones who had sent him to East, they might think such a decision premature. Would they expect to see further evidence that he’d learned to control his temper before they would consider his request?
I peeked across the aisle toward Berndt. Shoulders squared, he maintained a steady gaze on the group of elders. His air of confidence surprised me, but it helped to lessen my anxiety. I took a slow, deep breath and silently prayed that God would be with me when it was my turn to speak.
After folding my hands in my lap, I stared at a spot on the floor. I didn’t have enough courage to look at the elders. The Grossebruderrat traveled from village to village one time each month, and although no one wanted to have a grievance brought before them, it was considered a privilege to have the elders eat at one’s Küche. Rather than partake of the meal at our kitchen house, they had decided to take their evening meal at the Fuchs’ Küche. I was certain Sister Martha had been delighted by the selection. And while Cousin Louise hadn’t exhibited disappointment, I wondered if she felt slighted. I hoped their decision to eat at another kitchen didn’t mean anything other than they wanted to be fair in all matters. They had, after all, eaten in Cousin Louise’s Küche the last time they’d been in East.
Brother Weizmann sat in the center of the group and glanced at a sheet of paper before he looked toward the men’s side of the room. “Today we are seeing many of the same names before us. We have been in High, where we heard from Sister Violet Nagel and Brother Frank Nagel.” He turned a keen eye toward Anton. “Your name was involved in that conversation, Brother Anton.” Then he looked at Sister Karlina. “And your name as well, Sister Karlina.” He cleared his throat. “Even though the elders sent you to East, it appears trouble has followed you, Brother Anton.”
I expected Anton to jump up and defend himself, but he remained silent.
The elder turned to our side of the room and shook his head. “And we have young sisters who have decided to visit the home of outsiders.” He tapped his finger on the piece of paper. “Not once, but several times, I believe.” Heaving a sigh, he leaned back in his chair.
Blistering sunlight rippled across the glass windowpanes and heated the room to an insufferable temperature. Not a hint of a breeze drifted through the open windows to cool the room. Two of the elders used their large white handkerchiefs to mop perspiration from their foreheads while another fanned himself with a sheet of paper.
“Brother George, is there anything you would like to say before we begin?”
He stood. “Ja. There is mention of trouble following Brother Anton. I would like to point out that you have correctly stated what happened. He was not the cause of any trouble, but trouble pursued him in the form of Sister Violet. He was abiding by my instructions on that day—both out in the pasture and when he returned to the barn. Anton did not know Sister Violet was in the barn. I was the one who spoke to Dr. Nagel and gave permission for Sister Violet to wait while her father went to talk to Dr. Zimmer in Main Amana.” Cousin George glanced down at Anton. “I had no idea Dr. Nagel would be gone for so long, or I would not have—”
Brother Weizmann held up his hand. “We know that Brother Anton was not at fault in this matter, Brother George. Sister Violet’s Vater spoke in support of Brother Anton and his behavior, and when we came to a decision that both Sister Violet and her older brother, Frank, could not attend any church or prayer meetings for six weeks, Dr. Nagel asked that Sister Violet receive additional punishment.”
I let my eyes stray toward Karlina. She did her best to hide it, but I saw a slight smile tug at the corner of her lips.
Brother Weizmann leaned forward and looked down the table at his fellow elders. “We decided Dr. Nagel knew his daughter best, so we obliged his request. Sister Violet has been assigned to work in the garden for the remainder of the summer. From her reaction, I do not believe she was particularly pleased with our decision.”
Cousin George nodded. “Then I have nothing further to say except that Brother Anton has proved to be a gut worker and has become a gut
shepherd to our sheep. He has learned that much more can be accomplished with a soft voice and calm spirit than with anger and raised fists.”
The row of elders murmured their approval. I hoped Cousin George’s compliments would be remembered when Anton asked for permission to marry Karlina. It suddenly seemed strange to me that the elders could now find more reason to deny the request due to Karlina’s behavior than Anton’s temper. And all because of me!
The senior elder turned a steely gaze in my direction. “Now I would like to learn more about these visits to the farm belonging to—” he hesitated and looked down at his notes—“to the Sedlacek family.”
I didn’t know if I should stand, but since Cousin George had done so, I followed his example. Fear assailed me. My legs threatened to buckle, and I grabbed the back of the wooden pew for support. “Thank you for giving me permission to speak.”
One of the elders cupped a hand behind his ear. “Talk louder!”
His shouted command echoed off the walls like a shotgun blast. My lips trembled. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so overcome. Standing before the Lord on Judgment Day would likely be thousands of times worse than this, but at the moment I couldn’t imagine how anything could be more frightening.
In my loudest voice, I once again thanked the elders. The hard-of-hearing elder nodded his approval. I hoped that I wouldn’t lose my voice before I finished, but I wanted to clearly detail what had happened so they would understand that Karlina hadn’t initiated any of the visits. Three of the elders interrupted to ask questions, but mostly they remained silent and listened. At least most of them listened. From time to time, one of the older members nodded off until his chin dropped against his chest and jerked him awake. He would glance around, snort, and be back asleep a few minutes later.
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