The Jewish advance., 1881-09-09


that Fishele should go and call the pea
SAINT, Stephen Parzik.
" Your father" she said to Anezka,
brought you here when you were but
ten years old Your father must also
be Informed when you leave our house"
No other word was said. Miriam had
sunk back upon her pillow, while Anez-
ka, weeping in silence, was standing in
the midst of the room. With mute an
ger Joseph walked up and down, but his
thoughts were not all in the room.
Not long afterwards the heavy step of
the peasant, Stephen Parzik, was heard
outside. Without his usual greeting of
the liberty and its devils" he entered
the room, and went straight towards the
grandmother's bed, without looking at
his daughter
What do you wish, Jewess?"he asked
bluntly.
In brief words, which she painfully
uttered from her painting breast, old
Miriam told him what had just happen
ed. She had considered it her duty to
send for him, that he might know what
his daughter had proposed to do. She
did not want to compel Anezka to stay
with her, for if one does not feel like
staying in place, ten thousand horses
could not hold him back; but the father
ought to know all about his daughters
and she was anxious to tell him that
they had not sent her away in night and
storm.
The peasant shook his head while he
was listening to the words of the grand
mother; when she had done he turned
towards his daughter. She was still
weeping, but her situation seemed to
make no impression upon the rough
Ian. With dismal look he asked her;
is it true that you are going TO
eave?'
The servant dropped her hands, and
sad aulibly:
1t is true.
And why do want to leave? I must
know at least, who gave my daughter
this good advice Speak, or | lay hand
on you" said Stephen, with cold sever
ity, but which indicated that it was not
a vain menace.
"My dear father" said Anezka, over
whelmed by her feeling, kneeling down
before the peasant and grasping his
hand, my dear father, rather kill me
upon the spot, it would then be better
with me, but | can not tell you the rea
SON."
'You can not, you cursed creature"
he cried furiously, and with a stroke of
his hand he pushed her away, that she
staggered back. did you saoear, per-
haps? Will you talk?"
Anezka laid her hands upon her chest
which her father had struck, as if she
wanted to keep from breaking the heart
which was beating underneath. Loudly
sobbing. that even stone might have
pitied her, she said:
Kill me, my dear father, but shall
not tell you"
THAT the fellow on the other side of
the street" said the peasant, wild with
rage, that the priest may rejoice when
Stephen Parzik is buried in damned
ground before the wall of the church
yard? Only tell me that you promised
him under oath; he gave you the holy
wafer, and you had to swear by it that
you would not betray him. May be he
promised you to take you as a servant
into his house, to give you fine dresses
and money; and the people in the village
will then be glad when her own father
has to take off his hat before the blessed
housekeeper of the priest! Did you
swear?'
The voice of the rough man failed at
last he uttered but broken bowling
sounds.
II shall not enter into the service of
the parson," said Anezka let me de-