The silver dial, volume 2 (of 3)

By the time Sabina and her father had bidden adieu to Radegund, the grey wintry twilight had deepened into blackness, and the artist found it was too dark to seal up and direct...

“That is well,” said Dasipodius, calmly going on with the delicate little wire coil he was fashioning into a spring. “Ah! you are there still?” he added presently, for Otto had...

When Isaac Habrecht, having watched his master safely down the winding stone staircase, returned to the studio, he found the whole place in commotion. Work cast aside, benches o...

It had been a very silent walk, for the mathematician was lost in a maze of thought; while Kaspar felt that he dared not give utterance to the distress surging in his own young...

Trudel being out marketing when the two reached Bruno’s house, Dasipodius fortunately escaped any of the good creature’s jeremiads over his mishap, and it was the doctor himself...

Never since the Burgomaster’s daughter returned from Freiburg, had the old house in the Munster Gasse seemed so dull and sombre as in these last days. A shadow had somehow settl...

He had some half-defined purpose in going to her. He thought the brother and sister might have heard some tidings of that lost letter; and besides, Bruno was thoroughly unhappy,...

Such were a few of that variety of comment uttered by the Strassburgers when the news spread abroad, as soon it did like wildfire, that Professor Dasipodius, the maker of their...

The wound from which Dasipodius was suffering proved more troublesome than he had at first anticipated; and for the next day or two he found himself unable to return to his work...

Next morning found Dasipodius back in his accustomed place. Every hand was hard at work over its appointed task, and there was no evidence in that silent well-ordered hive, of t...

This was a random shaft of Radegund’s, but it bore a curious significance in the mathematician’s ear. He believed, too, that it accounted for her wild words. Clearly she had gro...

Mass is over in the Cathedral, and the few worshippers who have braved the early morning’s biting frost are gone shiveringly home to their firesides. The vast edifice seems utte...

Never was such a curious trial—for if it was not to be called a trial, what was it to be called?—as this of the Professor Conrad Dasipodius; and not one of the pundits of the ci...

A shudder convulsed the Syndic’s frame as he uttered the terrible word; while Niklaus, pressing his hand to his forehead, turned towards Dasipodius. “Tell us yourself, Professor...

To the astonishment of Syndic Hackernagel, it was found on the reckoning day that notwithstanding his eloquence in Otto von Steinbach’s favour, and that individual’s subsequent...

Meantime the Horologe was at a standstill, and its makers as sheep without a shepherd. Confusion reigned supreme among them. Some, vowing they would work under no other master t...

On hearing that the Horologe designs had been safely deposited at the Chancellery, Syndic Hackernagel took to himself no small credit for the satisfactory issue to which he had...

“I see—— but first, master, come a step further. Now stoop low—lower, for here at its mouth the cave is not five feet high. So carefully. Master, I see a stone chamber—so dark i...

In all the cantons of the League it would have been hard to find a kinder-hearted, more hospitable house-mother than Gridel Habrecht, the mother of Isaac and Kaspar. Eldest and...

Yes, it was all true, as Bruno Wolkenberg had told Dasipodius, that Sabina von Steinbach sat and span, and attended to household affairs, and entertained her father’s guests, an...

The old city rests after its day’s work in the soft late Spring gloaming. Tower and spire and gabled roof catch the last lingering reflections of the golden and crimson clouds w...

An early hour next day found the Bishop at the studio. “I have come to see how the Horologe progresses,” he said; and then spent such an unconscionable time about the place, tha...

Many a heart, the old saw says, is caught at the rebound; and Otto von Steinbach, discharging himself as he did like a catapult from the Burgomaster’s house, never stopped till...

One morning, about ten days after Bishop John’s return into residence, there was great rejoicing in the house of Hackernagel, for the Syndic had received a command to wait upon...

Excepting that the hold of his sister’s hand on his own never relaxed until he found himself safe at home, Otto knew little how he came out of that terrible ordeal, and found hi...

Syndic Hackernagel’s household was not a little put about at finding that on his return from the palace, he was in anything but a genial humour. Endowed, ordinarily speaking, wi...

True as the needle to the pole, Tobias Hackernagel kept his appointment next morning. He clearly saw that there remained to him no choice but to deliver himself up with the best...

The boy lies stretched at Dasipodius’ feet, in their favourite haunt by the stalactite cavern’s mouth. It is early June now; and for miles round there is no such blessed refuge...

Never did figure of speech so deplorably insult noble brute as this of Bruno Wolkenberg’s. A more wretchedly abject specimen of the creature man than Tobias Hackernagel looked a...

Away in Strassburg there has been much debating and variance of opinion touching the spirit in which Dasipodius will comport himself towards this recantation. Quidnuncs have con...