Walda

Walda
A Novel
By Mary Holland Kinkaid

NEW YORK AND LONDON HARPER & BROTHERS
PUBLISHERS-MCMIII

Copyright, 1903, by HARPER & BROTHERS.
All rights reserved.
Published March, 1903.

PUBLISHERS NOTE
For obvious reasons, the real name of the community described herein
is withheld; but the scenes are pictured with almost photographic
fidelity, and the life portrayed is the life actually led to-day by a
religious co-operative community in a Western State.

"SO that is Zanah there at the foot of the hill? It is a pretty village,
Hans Peter. Step more quickly with my bag. You are slow, my boy. Re
member there is a quarter of a dollar for you in my pocket."
The tall, broad-shouldered man who spoke took a few strides along the
plank walk that led from the railway station to the village of Zanah,
half a mile away. Then he stopped to light a cigar while he waited for
the fat, short-legged figure that was bend ing under the weight of a

large valise to overtake him. The man was in the early prime of life.
When he took off the soft felt travelling-hat he wore, a strongly
modelled head was silhouetted against the sky. He looked across the
field of purple cabbages to the village that lay in the hush of the
summer evening. The gabled roofs of the houses were half hidden by
trees, but on a rise of ground the porch and belfry of a little church
were plainly visible.
Hans Peter dropped his burden and, imitating the stranger, removed
from a shock of straw-colored hair a cap mended with red yarn. The
boy wore baggy trousers of blue denim buttoned to a blouse of the
same material. The man smiled as he looked at the odd figure.
"Do you hear me, Hans Peter? There is a quarter in my pocket for you.
I will find two quarters if you walk faster. Do you know what I say to
you?"
The boy replaced his cap, nodded his head, and answered, with a
German accent:
"Thou art talking to the simple one, the village fool, sir. But Hans Peter
knows thou wouldst give him silver."
It was the first time that the boy had spoken since the station agent had
called him by name and told him to show the stranger to the inn in the
village of Zanah, just across the hill. The man gave his guide a sharp
look. Hans Peter had a round face that was as blank as if no human
emotion had ever been written upon it. His pale eyes had a sleepy look,
and yet there was nothing in their expression to indicate lack of
intelligence.
"The village fool nonsense," said the stranger. "Here is one piece of
silver. See if it can't loosen your tongue."
"Thy money belongs to Zanah, where no man is richer than another,"
said Hans Peter. "I will give it to the Herr Doktor."
"For a fool you speak well," said the stranger, casting a glance of

curiosity at the boy. "Why are you called the simple one?"
Hans Peter put his hands in his pockets and answered:
"It may be because I talk too much to strangers."
The man laughed. He had a clear-cut, clean shaven face, which was
almost stern in repose, but when he smiled it was plain that the spirit of
youth still dwelt in him.
"Well, Hans Peter, we shall continue our march to Zanah," he said.
"One, two, three. There! We are off at a better pace."
He took the valise from Hans Peter, who began to trot along at his side.
The lad was not taller than a twelve-year old boy, but there was
something so strange about him that the man asked him his age.
"One-and-twenty," replied Hans Peter. "If the Lord had not made me a
fool, thou wouldst know that I have a man's years."
There was a little quiver in the voice of the village fool, and it touched
the heart of the stranger. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said,
gently:
"Of course, I knew you were not a child. You seemed small beside me;
but I should have noticed that you are a man. I am glad to know you
first of all in Zanah, for I want you to be my guide while I am among
the people, who are said to be different from those I know out there in
the world."
The boy raised his eyes to the western bluffs, which seemed to touch
the crimson sky. Then he nodded his head.
"Hans Peter will do what he can," he promised, "but the colony elders
forbid us to talk to those who come from the wicked cities, where
people live not according