The Dickinson press., 1892-10-22

For your father." laughed Alexief,
coarsely.
For my father" she repeated, stretch
filed fIit' n nPheAt teafs' "H s' IS a goo odf ms sgs'
she went on, ian upright man, and incap-
able OF n wrong thought. or illegal
deed"
You lie, woman!" exclaimed Alexieff,
hand: II say again you lie. Behold ME;
look in my face. God gave mo two eyes,
and your father destroyed one of them.
How say you now2 Is that the act of an
upright mann"
"Oh, Lord of Hosts!" murmured Rachel,
overcome with agitation; and covering her
face with her hands, slecowered before the
man who, with the refinement of cruelty,
wa, thus torturing her. But before he at
tempted to speak again she lad recovered
herseltto far as to be able to say
You must have wronged him
%grievously. You must have stung
him into madness, for he was
heart strove at all times to do good!"
A fresh accession OF strength and resolu-
ton came to her asshe thus referred to him
and felt the truth of her own words. For
Arana was a peaceful man, whose love for
his fellows seemed almost boundless; and
once more stretching her hands towards
the implacable being who sat and glared at
best he could wrench and tear her heart,
she cried with moving pathos. though he
was no more moved than would have been
the wall had she appealed to it.
"Oh, Greatness, oh, Little Father, steel
not yourself against me and mine. Think
how We have suffered and endured. Con-
tumely, scorn, and wrong have been
heaped upon us. Our bloodh has been shed,
Il homes destroyed, and we have been
driven forth outcasts and shelterless."
ut is yonr lot" he growled, you are
Jews: A curse rests upon you, and the
people hate you. The hate OF the people is
a powerful thing. Who can control it2"
and fostered i'll this land bylittle freedom"
she sobbed.
"Ah. you speak treason, woman; have a
care, he exclaimed, glancing the while at
Pavlotf, who wrote something in his note
book.
II speak the sentiments of the whole of
the Jewish race throughout Russia" she
ANSWERED, growing boldera ssheremember.
edthe w%rohgsthat had been inflicted on the
Jews through generations.
rs this all that you have to saw" de-
manded Alexitf truculently.
ION, no, Little Father. I cometo YOUR
the name OF the all-merci ul God to crave
SOANS ~ liy idlIlcT W lie.
Lar but u servant of the State" he an
swered.
But you haze power"
AYE, and know howt TO use it," This sig
n%ificantly.
Then Use it in the interest of him who
Is dearer to me than my life. Think of
what we have suffered. He who was to
have been my husband has been taken
from me; my mother IS dead. my father
Tor having atteml ted to defend his home
and the honor OF his child is a prisoner
while am as a wait drifting OH a turbu-
lent sea, and dcspatr is Stronger than
hope"
II had grown eloquent, and looked
beautiful in her grief. but he who sal there
was a fanatic; he had a heart of steel on
which WIS deeply engraved-"eternal ba-
tired Tor the Jews" Fut she, being una
ware of his implacability and knowing not
to wha' length his terocious and cruel ma
ture could carry him. stood almost breath
less. hanging expectanlly on what he would
say. and her dark glowing eyes filled with
q passionate yearning Tor pity. for SYM
pathy, for friendship. She was a picture
upon which. no mar blinded by fanaticism
and not imbrnted could have gazed un-
moved. But Peter Aiexietf was without
sentiment. without soul-in the worldly
sense-and utterlyimpregnable to any an.
peal tor pity for those whom he hated and
despised.
Woman" he began. then with an -ex-