Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-03-22

me sleep! L feel as L nave Ieit ueiore
when l faRcied that she had hypnotlzed
me-"
The Wanderer looked at him in surprise.
The question was asked as naturally as
though it referred to an everyday occurrence
of little or no weight. --..-....- 49,
"Yes," he answered. "She made you
Sleep"
"Why? Do you know? II she made me
dream anything have forgotten 1t.
The Wanderer hestated moment
81 cannot answer your question" he said
at length.
"Ah-she told me that you hated her,
| said Kafka, turning his dark eyes to his
companion. "But yet" he added, that IS
hardly reason why you should not tell me
what happened"
81 could not tell you the truth without
saying something which have no right to
| say to a stranger-which l could not easily
say to q friend"
"You need not spare me-"
ut might save you."
Then say it-though do not know from
what danger l am to be saved. But can
guess, perhaps. You would advise me to
| give up the attempt to win her?"
Precisely. 1 need say no more"
"On the contrary" said Kafks, with sud-
X
as that TO a stranger he is bound to give also
| his reasons"
The Wanderer looked at him calmly as
he answered: Zone man need hardly give
a reason for saving another mans life.
Yours is in danger.''
II see that you hate her, as she said you
did,
"You and she are both mistaken in that.
am not in love with her, and have ceased
to be her friend. AS for my interest in You,
it does not even pretend to be friendly-it is
that which any man may feel for fellow
being, and what any man would feel VINO
had seen what have seen this afternoon"
The calm bearing and speech OF the e1-
perienced man of the world carried weight
with it in the eyes of the young Moravian,
whose hot blood knew little of restraint and
less of caution; with the keen instinct of
his race in the reading of character, he sud-
denly understood that his companion was at
once generous and disinterested. A burst
OF confidence followed close upon the con-
viction.
"If 1 ami to lose her love, I would rather
lose my life also, and by her hand, he said
hotly. "You are warning me against her.
feel that you are honest and see that you
are In earnest. thank you. II 1 am in
danger do not try to save me. 1 saw her
face few moments ago, and she spoke to
me. 1 cannot believe that she is plotting
nv destruction.
The Wanderer was silent. He wondered
whether it was his duty to do or say more.
Unorna was a changeable woman. She
might love the man tomorrow. But Israel
Kafka was too young to let the conversation
drop. Boy-like, he expected confidence for
confidence, and was surprised at his conf
panion's taciturnity.
"Did you ever hear the story of Simon
Abeles?" the Wanderer inquired by way OF
answer.
Kafka frowned, and looked round sharply.
"Simon Abeles? He was a renegade
Hebrew boy. His father killed him. He is
buried in the Teyn Church. What of him?
What has he to do with Unorna, or with
ME? [ am myself Hebrew. The time has
gone BY when we Hebrews hid our heads.
am proud of what 1 am, and will never be
a Christian. What can Simon Abeles have
to do with me?
Little enough, now that you are awake"
"And when was asleep-what then? She
made me see him, perhaps?"
"She made you live his life. She made
you suffer all that he suffered"
"What?" cried Israel Kafka, in loud
and angry tone.
"What say" returned the other quietly.
"And you did not interfere? You did not
stop her? No-of course-I forgot that you
are a Christian"
The Wanderer looked at him in surprise.
It had not struck him that Israel Kaika
might be man of the deepest religious con-
victions, Hebrew OF the Hebrews, and that
what he would resent most wonld be the fact
that in his sleep Unorna had made him play
the part and suffer the martyrdom of con-
vert to Christianity. This was exactly what
tTara
thing at Unorna's hands, and without COM
plant. even to bodily death, but his wrath
rose furiously at the thought that she had
been PLAYING with what he held most sacred.
that she had forced from his lips the denial
of the faith of his people and the confession
Of the Christian belief, perhaps the very
words of the hated Greed. The modern
Hebrew of Western Europe might be in
different in such case, as though he had
spoken in the delirium of fever, but the
Hebrew of the less civilized East is differ
ent being, and in some ways q stronger.
Israel Kaika represented the best type OF
his race, and his blood boiled at the insult
that had been put upon him. The Wanderer
saw and understood, and at once began TO
respect him, as men who believe in opposite
creeds have been known to respect each
other even in life and death struggle.
"I would have stopped her if could" he
said.
"Were you sleeping, too2" asked Kafka,
hotly.
ST cannot tell. 1 was powerless, though 1
was conscious. l saw ouly Simon Abeles
in it all, though 1 seemed to be aware that
you and he were one person. 1 did inter-
fere so soon as was free to move. l think
1 saved your life. was earring you away
in MY arms when she walked you."
81 thank you'll suppose it is as you tell
me. You could not move, but you saw it
all, you say. You saw me play the part of
the apostle, you heard me confess the
Christians faith?"
"Yes-I saw you die in agony, .confesslng
it STILL
his face away. The Wanderer was silent.
A few moments later the carriage stopped
at the door OF Kafka's lodging. The latter
turned to his companion, who was startled
by the change in tine young face. The
mouth was now closely set the features
seemed bolder, the eyes harder and more
manly, look of greater dignity and
strength was in the whole.
'fYou do not love her?" he asked. "Do
you give me your word that you do not love
her?"
"If you need so much to assure you of it,
L give you my word. do not love her."
Twill YOU come with me for few mo-
ments? live here"
The Wanderer made a gesture of assent.
In fed moments they found themselves in
large room furnished almost in Eastern
fashion, with few objects, but those of great
value Israel Kafka was alone in the world
and was rich. There were two or three
divans, few low, octagonal, inlaid tables,