, 1886-12-09

becca, the lovely, the grand, loved him.
and a 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 yelled eyes.
all, ave combined and won him.
"Rebecca, your beauty won. You
shall avenge your wrongs. His vain.
proud, naughty sisters shall be humbled
10 the dust"
Father, | do not understand"
but you shall"
"Did he ask you Cor my hand:"
He asked me for $50, 900"
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.
Ills sisters, the white lilies that grow
pale and languid by your rich, Oriental
beauty will be humbled. Herbert Ian
caster will receive his $50, 900. You
will be avenged for the wrongs and in
suits you have suffered"
"You have sold met"
The words fell like darts of ice from
the lips which had turned ashen in an
instant. She was n 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"
"Rebecca, 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 me z"
"a daughter of Jacob will bear the
great name of Lancaster"
And that is all y
is 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.
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"Hou have come for your money 2"
mo; for my bride. The money | have
secured elsewhere. Last night you pre-
sented 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 m of us?n
81 tell you | love your daughter. ]
will become anything-a beggar for
youl"
al never dreamed that men of your
race knew what love was. | will call
lSebecca." 1t seemed an age before the
old jew returned. Herbert Lancaster
was in the meshes of n passion such ms
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, Cod She is LOST
cried the old Jew as he tottered through
the doorway and fell upon the floor at
Lancaster's feet.
~For Gods sake. Tell me: what is the
NATTER A ,hIn, white, trembling hand
was lifted from the PROSTATE form. IT
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
checks were waxen. A faint, lingering
trace of a smile parted the lips, now
ashen and cold One barred arm was
extended, the other lay under the beauti-
full mass of jet hair.
Upon the left bosom glittered in tn,
pale morning light the jeweled hilt Of
AN Oriental dagger. The daughter o.
Jacob was dead.
Herbert Lancaster left the house o
woe with his heart in sorrow an(
anguish. His friends in after year.
wondered at his changed demeanor.
None knew of the tragedy of his life.
lie held it MS sacred.-S. II. Keller in
New York Mercury.