New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-09-03

her name onchalantly seated be.
side her father, and amusing herself
by counting the pearls in her collar.
Under pretense of buying, babouches,
Goblin halted at the threshold; but it
was neither the velvet nor leather
ones covered with their strange orna.
mentations, nor the gold-embroider-
ed ones of Turkey of Morocco which
drew hisgaze. No, his fascinated and
ardent eyes contemplated, as in an
ecstasy, this splendid beauty so sud
denly revealed to him, and already
passion oflove was dawning in his
soul.
TRANQUILITY the merchant showed
his wares and continued to talk,
though Goblin continued absorbed
and silent; and TRANQUILITY, also, the
young girl, apparently Indifferent to
everything about her, applied herself
to recommending the counting of her
pearls. For moment she remained
thus, then, tired perhaps of the lieu
tenants persistency, she gotup, and, ,
with a glance of the eye nearly inso-
lent in it's challenge-clear, piercing,
rapid-a glance which buried itself
like two points of light in the answer
ing gaze of the young man, she turn
ed and passed from sight behind the
inner door.
"Well, MONSIEUR demanded Nor
decai, as Goblin remained absorbed,
which do you prefar?'
Ills voice recalled the lieutenant's
thoughts; he moved brusquely.
Neither he responded, decided
ly, 'Iwish neither; but look you, Jew,
tell me what you ask for your daugh-
ter?"
"'My daughter?' cried Mordecai,
amazed; did I hear you aright-did
you say my daughter?'
" Yes, and tell me quickly your
price for her-1 wish her!' good pleas
antry; you Frenchmen who have wit
to the ends of your nails with which
to mock lis poor people! Sell my
daughter? You ask me that?'
" And once for all, answer me!'
cried Goblin; 'Ifeel and know that l
love your daughter, and that to gain
her | am capable of any sacrifice.
Reflect well; [ am rich, and you have
two minutes in which to answer me!'
" Par Jayeh!' cried Mordecai, tear
ing his beard, I am only poor Jew,
but. that which you have said, mon
sieur, it is not good. Ny daughter
is not merchandise and do not sell
her! and, as he spoke, heart broken
at the insult offered him, tears fell
from his eyes and chased each other
down his silk gaberdine. At the same
time rage and shame, the horrible
consciousness of knowing himself
poWerless to avenge the outrage, the
fear of speaking too loud and draw
ing upon himselfa cruel Reinstatement,
gave to his face an expression so
pitiable and pathetic that the hard
est Of us would have been moved to
sorrow. Goblin, however, was pitt
less.
" If she is not for sale, then. give
her to me!' he persisted.
"Without replying, the Jew bent
his brow to theground and continued
to weep, motionless as the image OF
Desolation. Goblin became furious.
so be it!' he cried at last, since
you will neither give her to me nor
sell her to me, | tell you plainly that
[ will take her from you-beware!'
''And with firm step and head
erect, leaving in the middle of the
street the father who still sobbed and
sorrowed, he turned upon his heel
and disappeared, his last words and
menace remaining in Mordecai's
heart like a poisoned arrow.
what passed after this know
very imperfectly. The merchant
closed his shop and for while dis.
appeared from Constantine with his
entire family. When he returned
again the lieutenant, in the sight
and knowledge Of all, was the lover
and the protector of the beautiful
Sarah"
'"The rascal!' cried Feldmeyer,
who was also listening to Villart's
story; "but how did he accomplish
his purpose-hoW manage to carry
uel away!
"You ask too much" said Villaret,
laughing; II know only that such
was the case, and that it is always
practicable when one has the good
will of the victim, as Goblin had
Sarah's. II | remember tightly, he
too was away for a week or two
from Constantine, furnished with q
special permission .
"And then?''
''And then-nothing; the beautiful
Sarah soon.ran through his fortune,
and Goblin demanded and obtained
a change Of garrison to Laghout.
Sarah departed for Algiers, where
her beauty soon queened it over
hearts and purses" And Villaret,
finishing his story, left us and re.
turned to duty, and we adjourned tc
a game OF billiards.
A splendid woman. this Sarah
beautiful with that reposeful, almost
solemn beauty which is the charm o
sunset. Nothing classical about her
ard nothing Greek, the special char
acter Of her noble face and form, if
may so express it, being a subtitle