commanded her to go to Altotting. With this
neighbouring goal before her, she turned her back upon Augsburg the
following morning.

Her hope of meeting on the way compassionate people, who would give her
a seat in their vehicles, was fulfilled. She reached Altotting sooner
than she had expected. During the journey, sometimes in a peasant's
cart, sometimes in a freight wagon, she had thought often of little
Juliane, and always with a quiet, nay, a contented heart. In the famous
old church, at the end of her pilgrimage, she saw a picture in which the
raked souls of children were soaring upward to heaven from the flames
blazing around them in purgatory.

The confessor had sent her to the right place.

Here a fervent prayer had the power to rescue a child's soul from the
fires of purgatory. Many other votive pictures, the pilgrims at the
inn, and a priest whom she questioned, confirmed it. She also heard
from various quarters that she had not paid too high a price for the
indulgence. This strengthened her courage and henceforward, nay, even
during the time of sore privation which she afterward endured, she
blessed a thousand times her resolve to buy the ransoming paper from
Tetzel, the Dominican; for she thought that she daily experienced its
power.

Whenever Juliane appeared, her face wore a friendly expression--nay,
once, in a dream, she floated before her as if she wished to thank her,
in the form of a beautiful angel with large pink and white wings. She no
longer needed to fear the horrible curse which she had called down upon
the little one, and once more thought of Lienhard with pleasure. When
he learned in the other world how she had atoned for the wrong which she
had done his little favourite, she would be sure of his praise.

To be held in light esteem, nay, even despised, was part of her calling,
like her constant wandering. She had longed for applause in her art,
but for herself she had desired nothing save swift draughts of pleasure,
since she had learned how little she was regarded by the only person
whose opinion she valued. She could never have expected that he would
hold her in high esteem, since he was so indifferent to her art that he
did not even think it worth while to lift his eyes to the rope. Yet the
idea that he placed her in the same rank with others in her profession
seemed unendurable. But she need grieve over this no longer, and when
she remembered that even the sorest want had not been able