Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-05-01

| electric weapon. Indeed ever since our wed.
| ding day IL mad conducted Itself in this respect
| In the most uneXceptonabIc man ne r: as thO1ph
| It's mission In this world had been fulfilled I
bestowed one remorseful thought upon the
| inulan artist VINO long centuries ago with i'm.
| calculable toll had done what now with :,
| single turn OF my wrist was fated to undo and
grazing my teeth. applied the point OF the
| began the distasteful operation.
MY. My wife was behind me, bending over my
| shoulder. The surface Of the idol had lust
broken beneath the gimlets pressure when nv
wife startled me with two sharp screams, as il
Of .! pain; ,o,,,n. - .u,o, .,.
What is the matter? Are you suiferng?r
, LOOK, look there she gasped, pointing in
| front OF her. Her face white with terror
| She seized my hand as though to support her.
| self: Hers was as cold Us ice.
looked In the direction she indicated. NV
| ploOd curdled at the spectacle / witnessed
| The window of our room seemed to open upon
street in some italian city-a street that re-
called the Toledo at Naples much as any
| other. In the middle OF the roadway q man
| stood lie was extending his arm as III to ward
OH blow; and his eyes were riveted upon us
OF reproach and appeal. The pallor of death
was ON his cheek. His fingers clutched con
vulsively at the air. His lips twitched as If he
stream of blood gushed from his nostrils One
ay one people began to collect around him; and
| finally a crowd hemmed him in and hid him
| from our view. But had recognized him. He
was the IDOLS dOnor-the old Hungarian Jew.
Ibid you see:" whispered Bertha, as the
| Eyes, saw answered, gazing upon her
| pale, frightened face Her face-her face-could
1 Delleve my senses? How had never noticed
" before? Her face was the literal repetition OF
the venerable Jews, allowing only for the dis
crepancies OF youth and sex.
IVES 1t possible that in this way the secret al
her parentage had been solved?
BERTHA, cried, did you know him? Did
you recognize the man?"
"Ah, do not KNOW" she murmured. 81 do
| not kLow. My head is In whirl And yet
yes, seemed to recognize him. His face was
not altogether strange to me-though where OF
when had ever seen him before cannot tell ~
she pressed her hands to her temples and
| knitted her brows. 1T seems" she said, "as II
| sometime that old man had played q part In
my life. What can 1t mean?"
Bertha burst into flood Of hysterical tears
and she was Frustrated by the terrible effects O
our vision for several hours.
The next day lost no time in posting q letter
70 each OF the American consuls in italy, de
| scribing the old Jew, giving his name, and
| inquiring whether any such person had met
With an accident in the streets. At the end OI
SIX weeks i began TO receive the consular
/ replies The purport Of them all was the same
| mot so far as we have been able to ascertain
| but 1t did not relieve my mind. Indeed, until
| again set eyes upon the rabbi sound and well In
| the flesh and learn from his own lips that he IL
not the father OF my wife, shall not be per
| suaded that the scene which Bertha and both
saw was entirely uncOnnected with the truth.
either OF US refer to the unfortunate idol.
At last one evening Bertha said to me-
| nat has become Of tt?" From the
| shudder with which she pronounced the
syllable 1t. l guessed to what she had refer.
ence.
| II locked 1t mp in tho drawer of my desk" !
! answered.
II don't want to annoy you" abe said,