The silver dial, volume 3 (of 3)

Looking just one week later in at the Dial, it would have been hard to credit that an interdict of weeks had but so recently been lifted from it. True enough Otto von Steinbach’...

“That quarter of roedeer Master Kuno the ranger was good enough to send us in would just be in prime condition for supper to-night, little one, yes?” asks Burgomaster Niklaus of...

Since the stirring times when John of Manderscheid was Prince Bishop of Strassburg, the old city has seen curious changes; and her cathedral has shared largely in her vicissitud...

“Oh very, very much better,” acquiesced Sabina, letting her eyes travel sadly round the room, while memory called back one winter’s night when its polished wainscoted walls had...

Words lightly spoken, the old aphorism has it, sometimes touch earnest; and the saying was justified very fairly of itself to Otto von Steinbach. Nothing, as far as he could see...

“But,” continued Hackernagel, watching with eager scrutiny the cloud gathering deeper and deeper on Otto’s face, “I must be careful what I say of course. You and Master Habrecht...

Radegund von Steinbach stands before her easel, palette and brush in hand. Throughout the long mid July day she has been working at the Queen Eleanor, which has stood at such a...

Doctor Wolkenberg was not in when Radegund reached his house. All the forenoon he had not stirred out, as Trudel explained; been as lone in fact as the church weathercock, but a...

The domestic storm which had for so long been brewing in Syndic Hackernagel’s house, burst with such disastrous force after Otto von Steinbach’s recorded visit there, that it re...

The sacristan’s fat fingers closed upon the bribe; and without more ado, he conducted the Anabaptist into the nave of the Cathedral, preceding him in the direction of the Chapel...

“And now, Master Hackernagel, if you don’t mind, we’ll go,” said Prudentius, ignoring Hackernagel’s last remark. “You won’t see any more if you stand staring at it till midnight...

Whether Dasipodius’ visit at the Munster-gasse had brought Sabina consolation, or rendered her fifty times more wretched, she was wholly unable to determine; only she knew that...

In the Cathedral, High Mass having first been celebrated by the Lord Bishop, the Horologe is to be solemnly denuded of its bonds and shroudings; and a musical service of strophe...

When Otto von Steinbach reached the St. Stephen’s Tower, he found his Ariadne gone. Calmly consoling himself with the reflection that to-morrow would do just as well, he went ho...

The brass key which Radegund had entrusted to him! Gretchen at once recognized it from a description Otto had once given her of it, or rather of its original, which hung on Prud...

After winding round the base of the St. Stephen’s Tower, the river path terminated in a wilderness of plane and lime trees, whose unrestrained luxuriance overshadowed a wild und...

“To think,” said the sacristan, sipping and tasting, and smacking his lips over the brimming glass, and then smacking and tasting and sipping again, and finally disposing summar...

Towards nine o’clock that same evening, there was brought to the Professor Dasipodius, where he sat with one or two old friends after supper, a message on the part of Radegund v...

Eleven o’clock; and Burgomaster von Steinbach not come home. Somewhere about sundown it was, he explained that he was going to sup with Christian Dasipodius to meet a mutual fri...

Chilled with terror, Sabina rose to her feet. The quick, impatient utterance so vividly recalled to her that other summons which had dispelled her brief dream of love. And as on...

The last clit-clat of the Burgomaster’s stick on the threshold of the artist’s house, left the Platz once more in silence; but Sabina’s heart sank within her, for the scene, whi...

But never a stroke heard she. Gently and tenderly dawn’s first streak looked down through the shadows upon the figure of the girl, sleeping restfully as if her head were pillowe...

Not a cloud as big as a man’s hand dimmed the glory of that blue sky shining over the old city on Saint Laurence’s day. The storm of the past night had cleared the air of all th...

It is towards evening. Such poor show of merrymaking as has been attempted throughout the day has dwindled into silence. There is to be no banqueting, no dancing, no fireworks....

With that returning consciousness, hope glimmered for the watchers, and as each day passed, grew high. True that Hackernagel’s weapon had driven cruelly, so that her white flesh...

Burgomaster von Steinbach’s one fearsome terror dispelled, his next greatest consolation lay in the reflection that Tobias Hackernagel was safe in the city prison; there, with n...

The wintry sun’s last rays fall lingeringly athwart the little graveyard of Saint Thomas, illumining to transparent golden its scant russet garb of autumn leaves, streaked to-da...

Woven now, and waiting to be loosed from the loom, stands the web of the old Cathedral Clock’s story; and yet before the lacings that hold it be severed for good, the weaver wou...