Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1894-03-29

Jne TOhu, uul you wall see Wuere BIG
always stands, We are not happy, sir,
this way. BY and by we hope to pros
per and to go to some foreign land"
They were just entering the town Of
Thurdosin, and while Jura was busy
with his carter's duties there, Herr
Paulus sauntered up and down its
sleepy old street.
The only sign of life was found in
the little detachments of mounted Aus
trian soldiery, charging here and there
in their brutal quests for struggling
exiled Jews, to herd and drive them on.
These uniformed tyrants are every
where. They accompany every coach.
They billet themselves at inns. They
enter the home at will; and by their
goddess presence in Galicia sully every
sanctuary and pollute every shrine.
They swarm among all classes, in every
possible guise and form of spy, compris-
ing more than one:twentieth of Austria
Poland's entire population, until in
Galicia the very air is said "to listen"
Herr Paulus for the first time found
himself hating the soldiery of his own
great emperor.
He was standing before bakers win
dow interested in an odd form of
Galician bread, fashioned in imitation
of the crown Of thorns, in general use
during the Lenten period, when he
noticed most dolorous object tremb-
ling beside him. 1t was Russian
Polish jew ragged, wasted wan andvery,
very old. Herr Paulus had seen longing,
hunger and hopelessness on many faces
before, but never anything so pathetic
and terrible as in this one blanched and
quivering countenance.
At this moment a bevy OF soldiers
clanked by. Some turned, glanced at
the venerable figure and cursed. One
said with an oath:
"He will draw the loaves the window
through, with that nose ~
''lf the loaf Grown Of thorns) was his
paunch therein, it should cut with blood
his carcass throughp' sneered another.
ZACH p shouted the bravest Of them
all, as he charged his horse to the old
mans side in seeming frenzy of rage,
while the artist feared he would strike
him down. But he did not. He simply
spat in his face, calling him slew dog!"
-"Earth rotln and names far beastller
still. Then the valiant soldiers turned
and went merrily away.
remove the froth of foulness from his
face. Herr Paulus had done it for him,
| his own face ivid with indignation and
rage, before the soldIery had reached the
market place.
This poor stranded old human, Hebrew
Leopold, had been Jewish teacher for
more than half a century in Russian
Sandomir; had been knouted out of his
home by Cossacks, his feeble wife and
two others, daughter and her babe,
scourged with him across the Austrian
frontier to Cracow. The helpless old
wife had persisted from fright and
fatigue. The half-crazed old man had
been separated from the other exiles in
the herding and driving southwark, and
now stood here palsied from age and
cruelties, dazed as a country babe lost in
the hurt and thunderings of great city.
Herr Paulus led him into the bake
shop for food and then into wlne-
shop, where he pressed little wine
upon him; while longing for the first
and only time in all his life to be a
Rothschild, with Rothschild's power
to compel even emperors to sue for
mercy, until mercy was shown his race
and kind.
But Jura was calling and he must go.
Leaning over the piteous wreck with
CHEEKY, parting words, he endeavored
to place tritle of coin within his hands.
Old Leopold pushed it away, but
grasped his skirts supplicatlngly, crying
out:
mo, no; l have no need of that ~
and then as if sure blow would follow,
| but he must still know; "Are-are you
Christian ?"
Eyes, yes-Ach, Colt but never like
these again! Soon shall l hate the
word foreverI' This with wild sweep
of his cenched fist in the direction OF
the departing soldiery.
| Then may we meet in happiness
where the one God knows no sect nor
race" came quiveringly from the old
mans CHASTITY lips.
"Amen and amen ~
This was their meeting and their part
ing for the time.
Jura was waiting, and they bowled
along the stone highway al q lively
pace. Turning from shadowy defile
into the open plain just before Arva il
gained from the north, Jura halted his
horse, and with a joyous SNOW you
sprang from the cart, pulled from the
whortleberry copse beside the road q
long, 1.-the pole, and, after tying to it 9
white handkerchief, stood upon the cart
seat with the artist beside him. Shad
ing his hand for moment as he looked
with almost savage intensity at little
out-jutting patch of rock like CLINT Of
puce against the far and purply-emeralt
heights, he exclaimed:
There There! SeeW
Herr Paulus saw something like thu
white wing of a posing bird against the
upper mountain side.
"Wait Now you will see it dill
thrice" Then tine lad repeated solemnly
"The Father-The Son = The Hol,
SpiritW as the white speck dipped oncl
to the right, then to the left and then t.
the right again. t-.
Jura had removed his cap and tn,
artist instinctively uncovered his head
Now Jura's signal dipped thrice lik,
that upon the heighths. This was fol
lowed, Herr Paulus noticed, by botl
signals falling outwards and toward
each other, and he heard Jura breathe
Il soft "Amenw
The touching little signalling anC
prayer was meant, the artist drew from
the lad as they resumed their journey
as blessing by sister and brother eacl
upon the other, and that each nigh
know that all was we'll, and, though
apart, their prayers and hearts were one
Then Herr Paulus told Jura in simple
words of his wish to como among tn
Tatras folk, and Jura promised to guild,
: him part of the way along the height
, the next morning.
"But how will they know that