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The parson gave the brothers time to vent their wrath, only exerting his dignity so far as to prevent personal violence. He knew that after their anger was poured out love must appear also; yet he was half deceived.

At last the two brothers sat motionless and speechless, though breathing hard. Then the parson began to speak words of kindness: he opened all the secret corners of the heart, but in vain; they both looked at the floor. He depicted the sufferings of their dead parents: Conrad sighed, but did not look up. The parson gathered up all his powers; his voice surged like that of an avenging prophet; he told them how after death they would appear before the Lord’s judgment-seat, and how the Lord would cry, “Woe be unto you, ye hardened of heart! Ye have lived in hatred, ye have withheld the grasp of a brother’s hand from each other: go, and suffer the torments of hell, riveted together!”

There was silence. Conrad wiped his eyes with his sleeve, got up from his chair, and said, “Mike!”

The sound had been so long unheard that Mike started and looked up. Conrad went up to him and said, “Mike, forgive me.” The hands of the brothers were firmly clasped, and the hand of the parson seemed to shed a blessing on them both.

All the village rejoiced when Mike and Conrad were seen coming down the little hill by the town-house, hand in hand.

They did not relinquish their grasp until they had reached home: it was as if they desired to make up for the long privation. But here they hastened to tear off the padlocks; then, going into the garden, they tore away the dividing hedge, heedless of the cabbage destroyed in the operation.

Then they went to their sister’s, and sat side by side at the dinner-table.

In the afternoon they sat in church together, each holding one side of their mother’s hymn-book.

They lived in harmony from that day forth.