The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-06

70 was who had brought her to t,.
pital ! had gotten % know no %
mother 50 well that did not mind ~
because underlying I believed thorn n.y.
strong ahectionS for me, for il Is "a ,...,l'..9a
fact that those who love Us the most ,,,.5
the most fault with us. Oddly era.''-t
they count II one Of the privileges OF I.r-'
RECALLING welded BLISS
The other day ] was sent for in a r,r,,,
hurry by the doctor He thOurht ~
grandmother was dying She knew r-o
when ] got there. but she placed me a,,.,,
back in her life in Poland, and she sai5.
You came 20 my wedding; wasn't II a
beautiful canOpyl And think of the f.o-
handsome young BOYS who upheld fla
poles; my frock was SO fine and Israel
looked so happy. 1t is not true that INV
big dOwry got him for me. The shatchs1
said he did not care for Esther. yVbv
should hel She didn't have as fine
color in her checks, nor S great ewes 40
mine, and sometimes | think she Womb
not have held him 10 his faith so clospI.
Do you remember the dance Afterwards
How she wanted to dance with Israel and
how she tried to make me think that Is.
rael wanted to dance with herr Heloved
nobody but meme. Then, when | bore
a
another, how could he love anybody better
than the mother of his children? Then
came the war, and everything was taken
from US, and we came to this GodfOrsa5en
country, and my daughter was born here
and Israel would have his way and named
her Esther, and l never loved her-nevpr
She looked like that other Esther that
one who lies sick in the hospital. pale
with her dark hair growing low on her
away; / never knew where she went.
didn't care, but her father searched for
her and he could not find her. Who said
was alone to-day l am not; Israel Is
here" And she put her hand on the doc.
tors arm. "And Esther" and sbe
touched my hair, land my big boys are
standing around me. Yes, light Tia
shabbos (Sabhath) candles as early as
you can, and keep them lighted as long as
possible, to give the poor souls in he'll
rest. Who is therel None of mine Nv
people always chung to the faith of Their
fathers, and in their old age he will not
desert them"
SHE WANTED RED, NOT WHITE ROSES.
She was growing weaker and weaker
a pious nurse was saying a prayer for
the dying beside her. Her eyes opened
she caught sight of the rose in my belt
she grasped for it and I handed it to her.
Her face lighted up, and she said, in
strong voice that was yet tender: ''Islae
always loved white roses, why2 White
roses-did they bring to him thoughts Of
the white face of Esther2 He should
have loved red roses. They would have
looked like me. Go, I'll have none Of
you.n She threw the white rose from
her, and by curious fate it fell on the
bed of the woman next to her, the Esther
Of xarhf oh Ua1lr
and weaker grew her voice, and clingiug
to the doctor, whom she called Israel, she
continued plaintively: Perhaps if i
had loved my daughter, Esther, should
not be dying alone, though l am not alone
when l have you, but l mean without
woman of my own blood near me. Wheu
has she gone? Has she broken bread
with unbelievers2 Thou wilt say
prayer for her my Israel. Thou hast
always loved me. Say it again and again
Never another woman, only me"
DEATH AND PEACE ARE ONE.
And then her breath ceased Rever
entity the sheet was drawn over her face
and as we walked away from her, the
woman in the next bed called out: All
Israel, he always loved me; he never
would nave married her but for the big
dowry"
And I said to the doctor How old is +
Iovel". And he answered: It never dies " /
And I asked: Glow old is iealousyH
And he answered: Gas old as love"
And the next day there was great
grieviug in Hester street, because The t
grandmother was dead. And many a I
family sat in sackcloth and ashes and
grieved for her, who had never belieyd
that death could come to her, because
she was 50 old.
Aud vet nv friends ba cOrne+b like A
thief in the night, and taxeth away some
times the young and sometime the old,bu
always he is unexpected. How are we 10
be ready for him. Best of all with our
hearts, full of ove--that perfect love
which unlike the grandmothers is without
a taint of jealousy. Are you ready my
friends Bah,