Short Fiction

With the Violin

“And he over the mantelpiece with big black eyes, and such long black hair, and a violin; is he your brother too, Papa Konrad? And why do you keep a green branch always hanging over his picture?”

“No, that is not my brother, Sophie; that is an angel whom the good God allowed once, to save a poor desperate human being from sin and death.”

“But where are his wings. Papa Konrad? I never saw an angel look like that; and so black too!”

“There are some angels without wings, little Grissel. Not many I admit; but I have known a few.”

“Tell us how he saved the poor desperate man, Papa Konrad.”