Morning journal and courier., 1894-03-24
TALES OF TEN rRAvELEns.
TconoLuDrD IRON FIRST rAan.l

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1T the mountains. They are very bitter |
here against the Jews. We-Terese and
nyself-had much sorrow whom young.
Dur brothers, sisters and parents all died.
3 made N, we'll, different, sir, from the
eat. We could not see these horrible
hings, and love them, as they do. We
sved the lives Of one or two OF those
hat were driven down the Cracow road,
md Il made NJ trouble. I sold my por-
ion of our herd to Dmytro-he's our
read, strand left my people for the cart:
I'm happier, sir, now" with . gesture OF
lis head toward the cart behind, "because
can do as like. Do you think 1t IL
wrong, sirl" g.,
each, aott! You are grand, brave
.ellew, Jural And who Ia Terese!"
'Teresea Why, she's my sister!"
ISIS she like you, Jurai"
s'Oh, no, cir. Terese is beautiful-beau-
iful, sir, 40 the Virgin in the Jardanow
shrine. You should see her dance, sir;
md hear her singl Why, she sings sweeter
than thoee Tzigane back there by the falls
can play. She Ia strong and brave too.
She hss her own herd, her portion, yet,
pir. Our people in the mountains do not
like us; but they could not do without To-
reese. She IL worth more than all their
"Worth more than all their dogs, Juraa"
eyes, sir; for she has killed many bears.
This coat is from the pslt of one, sir. She
can do that, too, sir;" nodding his head
toward the artists portfolio. "The popa
(priest of Kriwan, our winter village,
taught her that, sir, long ago" ~--
"And where Ia Terese nowa" ssked Herr
Paulus with deep interest.
ooh, you will see her before we reach
oh
returning from Crscow, and she comes to
back. It is many miles from the road, but
you will see whore che always stands. We
are not happy, sir, this way. By and by
we hope to prosper and to go to some for
eign land"
They were just entering the town of
Thurdosin, and while Jura was busy with
his carter's duties there Herr Paulus saup-
tered up and down its sleepy old street.
The only sign of life was found in the
little detachments of mounted Austrian
soldiery, charging here and there in their
brutal quests for struggling s<iled Jews,
to herd and drive them on. These uni
formed tyrants are everywhere. They &C.
company every coach. They billet them
selves at inns. They enter the home at
will; and by their goddess presence in Ga
HUG EuAy oSOAy 60hSkuoAy oAO pOA1ut0 ct-
cry shrine. They swarm among all classes
in every possible guise and form of spy.
cop prising more than one-twentieth Of
Austrian Polands entire population, until
in Gslicia the very air is said "to listen, ="
Herr Paulus for the first time found him.
eelf 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 Lent
en- period, when he noticed a most dolor.
GUS object trembling beside him. 1t was 9
Russian Polish Jew, ragged, wasted, wan
and very, very old. Herr Paulus had seen
longing. hunger and hopelessness on many
faces before, but never anything so pa
thetic and terrible as in this one blanehed
and quivering countenance.
At this moment bevy of soldiers
clanked by. Some turned, glanced at the
venerable figure and cursed. One said
with an oath,
Gle will draw the 1oaves the window
through with that nos=!"
IF the loaf Grown of thorns) was hi
paunch therein, 1t should cut with BLOOD
his carcass through" sneered another.
"Ach!" shouted the bravest of them all
as he charged his horse to the old man.
side in seeming frenzy of rage, while tn
artist feared he would strike him down
But he did not. He simply spat in hi
face. calling him "Jew dogI''-'.Eartl
rotI" and names far beastlier still. The,
the valiant soldiers turned and went mer
rily away.
In fear of his life the Jew dared not re
move the troth foulness from his face
Herr Paulus had done 1t for him, his owl
| face hvid with indignation and rage, bs
| fore the soldiery had reached the maTke
place.
This poor stranded old human, Hebre,
Leopold, had been Jewish teacher 70
more taan half century in Russian San
dcmir; had been knouted out of his HON
by Cos sscks, HE feeble wife and two Others
daughter and her babe, sceurged wit
him across the Austrian frontier to Orr
COW. The helpless old wife had perishe
from fright and fatigue. The half craze
old man had been separated from the OIL
or exiles in the herding and driving soutl
ward, and now stood here palsied from az
and cruelties, dszed as q country babe lot
in the hurt and thundsIings of . gres
city.
Herr Paulus led him into the bake sho
for food and then into wine-shop, wher
he pressed little wine upon him; Will
longing for the fret and only time in a
his life to be Rothschild, with Rotl
tchild's power to compel even emperor
to sue for mercy, until mercy was show
his race and kind.
But Jurs wss calling and he must *
Leaning over the piteous wreck wit
CHEEKY, parting words, he endesvored t
place a trihs of coin within his hand
Old Leopold pushed 1t away, but grape
his skirts supplicatingly, crying out:
''No, no; have no need of thatl" an
then as If sure blow would follow, BIT
he must still know: "Are-are you
Christiana'
"Yes, yes-Ach, Gott! but never lii
these again! Soon shall I hate the worl
foreverl' This with wild sweep of b
clenched fist in the direction of the d,
parting soldiery.
"Then may we meet In happiness whe,
the one God knows no sect nor race
came quiveriDgly from the old man
CHASTITY lips.
"Amen and amenl"
This was their meeting and their par
ing for the time.
Jura was waiting and they bowled alon
the stone highway at lively pace. Turf
ing from shadowy defile into the ops
plain just before Arvs 10 gained from Il
north, Jura halted his horse, and with
joyous "Now you shall see where Terei
is standingl" sprang from the cart. pulle
from the whortleberry copse beside IL
road long. 1.-THE pole, and, after tying ,
it q white handkerchief, stood upon IL
cart-sest with the artist beside hin
Shading his hand for q moment as /
looked with almost savage intensity at
little out-jutting patch of rock like
CLINT Of puce against the far and purpl,
emerald heights, he exclaimed:
"There!-there! Seel"
Herr Paulus saw something like Il
white wing of posing bird sgainst Il
upper mountain side.
"Waitl Now you will see 1t dip thrice
Then the lad repeated solemn1y; ''Ti
Fsther-The Son-Ths Holy Spirit"
the white speck dipped once to the rjgh
then to the left, and then to the rigl
again.
Jura had removed his cap and the q
fist instinctively uncovered his hea'
Now Jura's signal dipped thrice like tn
upon the heights. This was followe
Herr Paulus noticed, by both signals fal
ing outwsrds and towards each other, Al
he heard Jura breathe q soft "Ameni"
Il The touching little signalling and pray
| was meant, the artist drew from the lad
they resumed their journey, as q blessi1
/ " 6AbtoE ohO DIObue1 eACu UpOu tu6 OGQ6
and that each might know that all "
well, and, though apart, their prayers a,
hearts were one.
Then Herr Paulus told JQra in simr
words Of his wish to come among tho I
trss folk, and Jurs promised to guide hi
. part OF the way along the heights q
next morning.
/ "But how will they know that shou
be welcomed; that I am your friend
aaked the artist anxtously. 81 care to o
Terese now more than all. Will she b