Toni, the Little Woodcarver | Page 2

of life, for
they loved each other and their greatest delight was little Toni.
The little boy grew strong and healthy and with his merry ways
delighted his father's heart, when he remained at home on Sundays, and
sweetened all his mother's work on week-days, when his father was
away until late in the evening.
Little Toni was now four years old and already knew how to be helpful
in all sorts of small ways, in the house and the goat's shed and also in
the field behind the hut. From morning until night he tripped happily
behind his mother for he was as content as the little birds up in the old
fir-tree.
When Saturday night came the mother scrubbed and cleaned with
doubled energy, to finish early, for on that day the father was through
his work earlier than other days, and she always went with little Toni
by the hand, part way to meet him. This was a great delight to the child.
He now knew very well how one task followed another in the
household. When his mother began to scrub, he jumped around in the
room, with delight and cried out again and again: "Now we are going
for Father! Now we are going for Father!" until the moment came when
his mother took him by the hand and started along.

Saturday evening had come again in the lovely month of May.
Outdoors the birds in the trees were singing merrily up to the blue sky;
indoors the mother was cleaning busily, in order to get out early into
the golden evening, and meanwhile now outside, now in the house,
little Toni was hopping around and shouting:
"Now we are going for Father!"
It was not long before the work was finished. The mother put on her
shawl, tied on her best apron and stepped out of the house.
Toni jumped for joy and ran three times around his mother, then seized
her hand and shouted once more:
"Now we are going for Father!"
Then he tripped along beside his mother in the lovely, sunny evening.
They wandered to the Wild brook, over the wooden bridge, which
crosses it, and came to the narrow foot-path, winding up through the
flower-laden meadows to the farm where the father worked.
The last rays of the setting sun fell across the meadows and the sound
of the evening bells came up from Kandergrund.
The mother stood still and folded her hands.
"Lay your hands together Toneli," she said, "it is the Angelus."
The child obeyed.
"What must I pray, Mother?" he asked.
"Give us and all tired people a blessed Sunday! Amen!" said the mother
devoutly.
Toneli repeated the prayer. Suddenly he screamed: "Father is coming!"
Down from the farm some one was running as fast as he could come.

"That is not Father," said his mother, and both went towards the
running man. When they met, the man stood still and said, gasping:
"Don't go any farther, turn around, Elsbeth. I came straight to you, for
something has happened."
"Oh, my God!" cried the woman in the greatest anguish, "has
something happened to Toni?"
"Yes, he was with the wood-cutters, and then he was struck. They have
brought him back; he is lying up at the farm-but don't go up there," he
added, holding Elsbeth fast, for she wanted to start off as soon as she
heard the news.
"Not go up?" she said quickly. "I must go to him; I must help him and
see about bringing him home."
"You cannot help him, he is--he is already dead," said the messenger in
an unsteady voice. Then he turned and ran back again, glad to have the
message off his mind.
Elsbeth threw herself down on a stone by the way, unable to stand or to
walk. She held her apron before her face and burst into weeping and
sobbing, so that Toneli was distressed and frightened. He pressed close
to his mother and began to cry too.
It was already dark, when Elsbeth finally came to herself and could
think of her child. The little one was still sitting beside her on the
ground, with both hands pressed to his eyes, and sobbing pitifully. His
mother lifted him up.
"Come, Toneli, we must go home; it is late," she said, taking him by
the hand.
But he resisted.
"No, no, we must wait for Father!" he said and pulled his mother back.
Again she could not keep back the tears. "Oh, Toneli, Father will come

no more," she said, stifling her sobs; "he is already enjoying the blessed
Sunday, we prayed for, for the weary. See, the dear Lord has taken him
to Heaven; it is so beautiful there, he will prefer to stay there."
"Then we will go