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superior to frailties and weaknesses without despising those who cannot；
can be serious without being testy and morose； can live for years in a cell
or a desert or a convent…close without perishing of ennui or being
devoured by restlessness； and can mingle with life； where all its currents
meet； without losing their heads or swerving a hairbreadth from the
straight line of a most uncommon and most impressive kind of common
sense。
Unless we keep before our eyes this mainspring of a Saint's life； that
life will be as enigmatical to us as it is to the world。 Jesus balked at no test
of the love which He bore towards us： nay； He devised tests passing all
human imagining。 Let Him make trial of our love for Him！ We are
unhappy till He does！ And with this daring spirit in his heart every Saint
enters upon a career of Romance in its sweetest and highest form。 And； we
submit； to recur to the literary style of the following biography； Romance
is light…hearted； light…stepping； cheerful； with the starlight on its face and
in its eyes。
James J。 Daly； S。J。
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CHAPTER I
ON THE ROAD
Mid…August in Vienna； the year 1567： when Shakespeare was still a
little boy； twenty years before Philip II fitted out the Spanish Armada；
forty years before the first English colony settled in America。 The sun had
just well risen； the gates of Vienna had been opened but a few hours。
Through the great western gate； which cast its long shadow on the road to
Augsburg； came a strange…looking boy。
He lacked but a month or two of seventeen years； was some five feet
two or three inches in height； had an oval face of remarkable beauty and
liveliness； jet black hair； and eyes in which merriment dwelt as in its home。
He was dressed as became a noble of the time； and in apparel of unusual
splendor and costliness； plumed bonnet； slashed velvet doublet； tight
silken hose； jeweled dagger at his girdle。
But it was odd to see so brilliant a figure on foot in the dusty highway；
still more odd that be carried a rough bundle slung on a staff over his and
that； peasant fashion； he munched at a loaf of bread as he trudged the road。
By no means stalwart…looking； still he swung along with an easy stride
and a confident strength that many a stouter man might envy。 He was
bound for Augsburg； 400 miles to the west； and he set himself thirty miles
a day as his rate of travel。
He wore splendid clothes； because he was Stanislaus； the son of John
Kostka； Lord of Kostkov； Senator； and Castellan of Zakroczym in the
Duchy of Mazovia； Poland。 He ate his rough breakfast； like a peasant； on
the road； because he had just been to Mass and received Holy Communion
at the Jesuit church in Vienna。 He carried a bundle on his staff； because he
laughed merrily at fine clothes and had in the bundle a coarse tunic and a
stout pair of brogans； which he meant to put on as soon as he got well out
of the city。 And his face and his eyes shone with joy； because he loved
God most wonderfully and was as happy a boy as ever moved through this
dull world。
Every age has its adventurers： men who for fame； or for place； or for
money； cross wide seas； fight brave battles； endure great hardships。 The
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age in which Stanislaus lived was filled with them。 All the world reads
with delight the story of such men。 And every decent boy who reads feels
himself； if only for the moment； their fellow in spirit； eager to do what
they did and as bravely as they did。
But was there ever adventure finer than this； ever spirit more gayly
daring？ Stanislaus Kostka； son of a noble house； a boy in years； starting
without a copper in his pocket to cross half of Europe afoot！ And for what？
Not to have men say what a brave chap he was； not to win a name； or rank；
or money： but because God would be pleased by his doing it； because God
called him to do something which he could not do in Vienna。
He felt he had a vocation to be a Jesuit。 He knew his father would not
consent。 He took six months to think it over； to pray for light； to make sure
it was no mere whim or fancy of his own； but the very voice of God。 And
when he felt sure； he left a letter for his brother Paul and his tutor； Bilinski；
with whom he had been studying in Vienna； he gave his money to a couple
of beggars； he said； 〃If God wants me to do this； He'll furnish the means〃；
he put on his best attire； tied up a rough suit in a cloth； took a stout staff in
his hand； and with God's blessing upon him and His Eucharistic Presence
in his heart； stepped out cheerfully on a journey that would stagger most
men。
That is the stuff of which heroes are made。 If Stanislaus had done this
for the glory of the world； we should have his praises in our histories； we
should have stories woven about him； the whole world would cry 〃Bravo！〃
But he did it for God； and the world cannot understand him at all： the
world is silent。
An hour or so of that steady； tireless stride carried him well away from
Vienna。 He slipped off his velvet and silk； put on his coarse tunic … a shirt…
like garment that came below his knees … girded himself with a bit of rope；
tied his stout shoes on his feet； and took the road again。 There were folk
aplenty journeying from the countryside to Vienna in the early morning。
Stanislaus picked out one of the poorest…looking peasants and handed him
the gala dress he had just taken off。
〃I can't carry these with me； friend；〃 he said。 〃Won't you please take
them？ I have no use for them； and perhaps you can sell them in the city。〃
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And he was gone before the peasant； gaping in wonder at the rich
garments and dagger in his hands； could much more than catch a glimpse
of that bright face and those laughing eyes。
He tramped all day； and made his thirty miles。 When he was hungry；
he asked some one he met for food。 It is not likely that any one would
refuse the smiling； handsome boy； from whose face innocence simply
shone。 But if any one had refused him； it would not have annoyed
Stanislaus。 His good humor came from heaven； as well as from his own
cheery soul … and you cannot rebuff that kind of good humor。
Night came down at last； and he was tired out。 He came to an inn and
asked for shelter。
〃I have no money；〃 he told the landlord； smiling； 〃and I have no claim
upon you。 Will you take me in？〃
The landlord looked at him shrewdly a little； then said with respect：
〃But what is your grace doing in such a garb？〃
Stanislaus thought for a moment that he was recognized； but he put on
a bold front； and laughed as he said：
〃I am not 'your grace。 I am what you see me； and I have a long journey
to make。〃
In those days it was not unusual for even nobles to go； roughly clad；
upon pilgrimages of devotion。 That Stanislaus was a noble； the landlord
was quite certain。 That he might be engaged on some such pious business；
was possible。 But who ever heard of a mere boy going upon pilgrimage？
The whole affair puzzled the landlord more than a little。 However； the
face of the boy reassured him。 At least there could be no evil behind that
frank； brave countenance。 So he shook his head； saying：
〃I do not understand。 But come in。 You are welcome。〃
He gave Stanislaus his supper and a bed to sleep in。
〃You shall not be the poorer for this；〃 said Stanislaus； as he thanked
him。 〃You know God makes it up to us for even a cup of cold water given
in His name。〃
And as the boy spoke； the landlord saw his face glow when he spoke
of God and he was very glad at heart that he had given shelter and food； to
this strange boy。
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Stanislaus slept soundly。 But he was up with the sun； washed and
