Daily Yellowstone journal., 1886-12-19

becca, the lovely, the grand, loved him,
and heaven seemed revealed to Her
bert Lancaster as he stood there upon
the great bridge joining two great cities
and gazing upon the fitting lights be-
low him.
The beauty Of the girl, the surprising
grace, the grand form, the veiled eyes,
all, have combined and won him.
"Rebecca, your beauty won. You
shall avenge your wrongs. His vain,
proud naughty sisters shall be humbled
to the dust"
"Father, l do not understand"
"But you shall
"Did he ask you sor my hand?'
"He asked me for $50, ,O0O."
"Tell me what all this means. tell
you again do not understand" uttered
the girl as she laid her hand upon the
old mans arm.
"lIis sisters. the white lilies that grow
pale and lauguid by your rich, Oriental
beauty will bc humbled, Herbert Ian.
easter will receive his $50, You
will be avenged for the wrongs and in
suits yon have suffered"
"lou have sold mel"
The words fell like darts of ice from
the lips which had turned ashen in an
instant. She was a marble image now.
All that was left of the semblance of
life was the rich coloring of her robes as
she stood there in the lamplight.
sold me like "A slave!"
"Reberra, don't, child. Compose your
self My dear. you do not understand.
What do care for fifty, thrice fifty
thousand dollars? You will walk over
the proud women who have insulted
you"
"But what Of mey"
"A daughter of Jacob will bear the
great name of Lancaster
And that is all 7"
rs it not enough ?"
"Yes; quite. Good night"
Rebecca moved out Of the room me-
chanically. Her limbs seemed like ice.
Her heart-it was broken.
you have come for your money!"
"No; for my bride. The money have
secured elsewhere. Last night yon pre-
scnted To me my future wife. 1t was
subterfuge last night. This morning all
is fair and above board. love your
daughter"
And you will become one Of us'"
Il tell you l love your daughter.
will become anything-a D.g3ar for
you?"
Il never dreamed that men of your
race knew what love was ] will call
Rebecca." 1t seemed an age before the
old jew returned. Herbert Lancaster
WAS in the meshes of "A passion such As
few men dream of. let alone realize.
The face of the girl was his sun. her
voice was as the breeze OF heaven and
her eyes were the stars in his fairest
summers days sky.
LOST Lost! Oh. God! She is lost"
cried the old jew as he tottered through
the doorway and fell upon the hoor at
lancaster's feet.
"For Gods sake. Tell me: what is the
natter A thin. white, trembling hand
was lifted from the PROSTATE form. 1t
pointed through the doorway.
Herbert dashed up the stairs. pushed
aside the crowd of frightened servants
and entered the room.
The roses had fled and the rounded
cheeks were waxep. A faint lingering
trace Of smile parted the lips, now
ashen and cold. One barred arm was
extended; the other lay under the beauti-
ful mass Of jet hair.
Upon the left bosom glittered in the
pale morning light the jeweled hilt of
an Oriental dagger The daughter of
Jacob was dead.
Herbert Lancaster left the house of
woe with his heart in sorrow and
anguish. His friends in after years
wondered at his changed demeanor.
None knew of the tragedy of his life.
lie held it as sacred.-S. ii. Keller in
New York Mercury.