The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1894-12-16


nurses. visitors. I. have nothing. True.
thou didst bear me children but they
only wErhered as by ne evl eye Ny
only son Is across the ocean; he hath no
love for me or you-
The recital q their common grtees
soft=ned her toward him
&C.," she WHISPERED Go and send
me the Gett co TO the Maggsd; be
knew my grandfaeher. He IS the man
TO arrange il for thee with his friends
Tel him IL Is my wish"
God shall reward thee. How can
thank thee FOR giving thy consent
What else have 10 give thee. my
Herzei-T who eat the bread Of strang-
ers Truly says the proverb. When one
begs of a beggar the Herr God iaughs" +"
II will send thee tire Gett as soon as
possible
Thou art right, an a thorn In thine
eye. Pluck me out quickly.
Thou wilt not refuse ths Gett. when
II comes?'' he replied apprshensively.
rs IL not q wIfe's duty 10 submit?
Nay. have no fear. Thou halt have no
difficulty fl serving the Gett upon me.
/ viii not throw IL In the messengers
face And thou wilt marry
herr
'.Assured1y People viii no longer talk.
And she nut bfde with me. It is my enc
DESIRE
at is mine likewise Thou must atone
and save thy soul"
He fingered uncertainty.
'.And thy dowry?r ne said at last.
Thou wilt not make claim for compen-
safion?''
BE easy-I scarce know where my
cesubah tfnarriage certifcate) is. What
need have OF money AS thou sayeSt
/ have all want / do not even desire
to purchase a grave-lying already 50
bong in a charity grave. The bitterness
| IS over"
lie shivered. Thou art very good to
me-" he said. ''Good-by."
kiss me notr'
"Good-by. then" he stammersd. God
| be good to theer' He moved away
'HerzeiT' She had uncovered her face
with despairing cry. He slouched
back toward her. dreading she would re-
tract
do not send it-bring 1t thysef. Let
| me take It from thy hand."
a lump rose in his throat. II win
| bring it, he said, brokenly.
The long days OF pain grew longer
the summer was coming. harbingered by
sunny days that flooded the wards with
golden mockery The evening Herzell
brought the Gett, Sarah could have read
every word on the parchment plainly If
her eyes had not been blinded by tears.
She put out her hand toward her hus-
band, cropping for the document he bore.
He placed 1t in her burning palm. The
fingers closed automatically upon it,
then relaxed. and the paper fluttered to
the floor. But Sarah was no longer
wife.
Herzel was glad to hide his burning
face by STOPPING for the fallen bill of
enforcement He was long in picking it
up. When his eyes met hers again. she
had propped herself up in bed. Two
big round tears trickled down her
cheeks, but she received the parchment
calmly and thrust 1t into her bosom.
Let it lie there" she said stonily.
| ''there where thy head hath lain. Blessed
be the true Judge"
Thou art NOT angry with me, Sarah p
..why should / be angry? She was
right am but'a dead woman. Only no
| one may say Kaddish for memo one
may pray for the repose OF my soul. 1
| am not angry. Herzel. A wife should
light the sabbath candles, and throw in
the fire the morsel OF dough. But thy
| house was desolate: there was none to
do these things. Here have all need.
Now wilt thou be happy, too
Thou hast been a good wife. Sarah"
| he murmured, touched.
Recall not the past. we are strangers