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Sister Tabea
by
Then Tabea lifted up her dark head and regarded the circle of women in white garments about her.
“You are all brave now, but when Brother Friedsam shakes his finger at you, you will every one of you submit as though you were a set of redemptioners bought with his money. When I tell Brother Friedsam that I shall not come to singing school, I shall stick to it. He may get his music performed by some one else. He will not call me a ‘ninny’ again.”
“There spoke the Hofcavalier,” giggled Thecla.
“Sister Tabea,” said Jael, “if you go on as you are going, you will end by leaving the convent and breaking your vows. Mark my words.”
“I am going to finish this turtledove first, though,” said Tabea gayly.
It was finally agreed that if Tabea would speak to the director on behalf of the sisterhood, the sisters would resolutely stand by their threat, and that they would absent themselves from Brother Friedsam’s music drills long enough to have him understand that they were not to be treated like children. To the surprise of all, Tabea left her work at once, covered up her head with the hood attached to her gown, and sought the lodge of Brother Friedsam, which stood between Bethany and Sharon.
When Tabea was admitted to the cell, and stood before the revered Friedsam, she felt an unexpected palpitation. Nor was Beissels any more composed. He could never speak to this girl without some mental disturbance.
“Brother Friedsam,” she said, “I am sent by the sisters to say that they are very indignant at your treatment of them in the rehearsals, and that they are not going to attend them hereafter.”
Beissels’s sensitive lips quivered a moment; this sudden rebellion surprised him, and he did not at first see how to meet it.
“You suggested this course to them, I suppose?” he said after a pause.
“No, Brother Friedsam, I had nothing to do with it until now. But I think they are right, and I hope they will keep to their word. You have been altogether too hard on us.”
The director made no reply, but wearily leaned his pale, refined face upon his hand and looked up at Tabea. This look of inquiry had something of unhappiness in it that touched the nun’s heart, and she was half sorry that she had spoken so sharply. She fumbled for the wooden latch of the door presently, and went out with a sense of inward defeat and annoyance.
“The Hofcavalier does not come back with head in the air,” murmured Thecla. “A bad sign.”
“I gave the message,” said Sister Tabea, “and Brother Friedsam did not say whether the four parts sung by the men would be sufficient or not. But I know very well what he will do; he will coax you all back within a week.”
“And you will leave the convent and break your vows; mark my words,” said Sister Jael with sharpness.
“It will be after I get this page finished, I tell you,” said Tabea. But she did not seem in haste to finish the page, for, not choosing to show how much she had been discomposed by Brother Friedsam’s wistful and inquiring look, she gathered up her brush, her colors, and the notebook page on which she had been at work, and went up the stairs alongside the great chimney, shutting herself in her cell.
Once there, the picture of Friedsam’s face came vividly before her. She recalled her first meeting with him at her mother’s house on the Wissahickon, and how her heart had gone out to the only man she had ever met whose character was out of the common. I do not say that she had consciously loved him as she listened to him, sitting there on the homemade stool in her mother’s cabin and talking of things beyond comprehension. But she could have loved him, and she did worship him. It was the personal fascination of Brother Friedsam and her own vigorous hatred of the commonplace that had led her three years before to join the sisterhood in the Sharon house. She did not know to what degree a desire for Beissels’s companionship had drawn her to accept his speculations concerning the mystical Sophia and the Philadelphian fellowship. But the convent had proved a disappointment. She had seen little of the great Brother Friedsam, and he had given her, instead of friendly notice and approval, only a schoolmaster’s scolding now and then for slight faults committed in singing a new piece.