Agatha at the same time let the blanks which she
drew fall on the floor, waiting until she should turn up the one on
which was written Brother Daniel's name. The spirit of humility with
which it all was accepted, as coming from the Lord, stood written on
these gentle faces which bore this trial so firmly. Not a single
Sister trembled as her name was read by Brother Jonathan. About half
the list had been called in this manner, when Jonathan, unrolling
another paper, looked at it a moment in silence. He changed color, and
involuntarily hesitated; but controlling himself, read in the same calm
voice as before: "Carmen Mauer." He looked anxiously at Sister Agatha,
whose trembling fingers tried to open the folded paper which she drew.
After many futile efforts it was at last unrolled; she looked at it,
and her hand sank slowly to her side as she read: "Brother Daniel
Becker."

Hate or love, triumph or despair: which was it that stood so plainly
written on Jonathan's face? For the moment he could not master his
feelings.

"Sister Carmen Mauer!" The name passed from lip to lip, and echoed
through the room. Carmen had endeared herself to everybody, although
she was so different from them all. Her sweetness of manner had won
their hearts, and her unselfishness and kindness had gained her many
friends. "Carmen Mauer!" they called, repeatedly, but no answer came.
Carmen was not present.

"Where is Sister Carmen Mauer?" asked Brother Jonathan, who had become
sufficiently calm to speak; and something like a gleam of hope lit up
his features.

"Here," replied a voice half-choked from swift running.

All eyes were turned towards the doorway where she stood; her cheeks
rosy, and her large black eyes filled with wonder, as she glanced
rapidly over the assembly.

"Here I am," she repeated, stepping forward. "Do you wish me?"

Sister Agatha hesitated; she did not know exactly what answer to make.
How very unfortunate that Carmen should have been late on this
particular day, thus rendering it impossible to prepare her beforehand
for what might occur! Even now Sister Agatha would gladly have spoken
with her alone, and told her gently about the choice which had fallen
upon her. But Jonathan had already advanced to meet the girl. He had
resumed his usual manner, and as he fixed his eyes on the unsuspecting
maiden, there was a certain air of assured triumph in his looks, as if
he had her now securely in his power.

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