The record-union., 1894-03-24

portion Of our herd to Dmytro-he's oui
head, strand left my people for the cart.
Pm happier, sir, now," with a gesture OF
his head toward the cart behind, "be-
cause can do as like. Do you think il
is wrong. sir?"
"Ach, Gottl You are grand. brave
fellow, Jura! And who is Terese?"
''Terese? Why, she's my sisterp'
is she like you, Jura?"
"Oh, no, sir. Terese is beautiful
beautiful. sir, as the Virgin in the Jarda-
now shrine. You should see her dance,
sir, and hear her sing! Why, she sings
sweeter than those Tzigane back there
| by the falls can play. She is strong and
brave. too. She has her own herd, her
portion, yet, sir. Our people in the
mountains do not like us; but they could
not do without 1erese. She is worth
more than all their dogs!'
Worth more than all their dogs,
Jura?"
Yes, sir; for she has killed many
| bears. This coat is from the pelt of one.
! sir. She can do that, too, SIR" noddlng
his head toward the artists portfolio.
''The popa (priest) of Kriwan, our win
ter village, taught her that, sir, long
ago."
"And where is Terese, now?" asked
Herr Paulus with deep interest.
"Oh, you will see her before we reach
Arva. Every fourth day she knows L am
returning rom Cracow, and size comes to
the Tatras crag and waves me welcome
back. 1t is many miles from the road,
but you will see where she always stands
We are not happy. sir, this way. By and
| by we hope to prosper 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 Pau
lus sauntered up and down its sleepy old
street.
The only sign of life was found in the
little detachments of mounted Austrian
| soldlery, charging here and there in their
brutal quests tor struggling exiled Jews,
to herd and drive them OH. These uni
formed tyrants are everywhere. They
| accompany every coach. They billet
themselves at inns. They enter the home
| at will, and their goddess presence in
Galicia sully every sanctuary and pollute
every shrine. They warm among all
| classes in every possible guise and form
Of spy, comprising more than one twen-
tieth of Austrian Poland's entire popuIa-
ton, until in Galicia the very air is said
ito listen." Herr Paulus for the first
time found himself hating the soldiery of
his own great Emperor.
lie was standing before bakers win
clan bread, fashioned in imitation of the
crown Of thorns, in general use during
the Lenten period, when he noticed q
most dolorous object trembling beside
him. 1t was a Russian Polish Jew,
ragged, wasted, wan and 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 beyy of soldiers
clanked by. Some turned. glanced at the
venerable figure and cursed. One said,
with all oath,
HE will draw the loaves the window
through with that nose!"
''If the loaf Grown of thorns) was his
paunch therein, it should cut with blood
his carcass through" sneered another
"Ach," 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 'Jew dog" Earth rot."
and names far beastlier still. Then the
valiant soldiers turned and went merrily
away.
In fear of his life the Jew dared not re-
move the froth foulness from his face.
Ii err Paulus had done it for him, his own
face livid with Indignation and rage, be-
fore the soldiery had reached the market
place.
This poor stranded old human, Hebrew
Leopold, had been Jewish teacher for
more than half century in Russian
Sandomir, had been knouted out of his
home by Cossacks, his feeble wife and
two others, daughter and her babe,
scoGrged with him across the Austrian
frontier to Cracow. The helpless old wife
had perished from fright and fatigue.
The half-crazed old man had been sep
arated from the other exiles in the herd
ing and driving southwark, and now
stood here palsied from age and cruel
ties, daZed as country babe lost in the
hurt and thunderings of great city.
Herr Paulus led him into the bakeshop
for food and then into wineshop where
he pressed little wine upon him, while
longing for the first and only time in all
his life to be RotnSchild, with a RotEs-
child'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 60.
Leaning over the piteous wreck with
CHEEKY, parting words, he endeavored to
place a trife of coin within his hands.
Old Leopold pushed it away, but
grasped his skirts upplicatingly, crying
out:
mo, no. I have no need of that!" and
II,
he must still know: ''Are-are you a
Christian"
"Yes, yes-Ach, Gottl but never like
hese again! Soon shall l hate the word
toreverp' This, with wild sweep OF his
fclenched fist in the direction of the de-
parting s0ldiery.
"Then may. we meet in happiness
where the one God knows no sect nor
race,r came quiveringly from the old
mans CHASTITY lips.
'Amen and amenv'
This was their meeting and their part
ing for the time.
Jura was waiting, and they bowled
along the stone highway at a lively pace.
Turning from a Shadowy defile into the
open plain just before Arva is gained
from the north, Jura halted his horse, and
and with a joyous Now you shall see
where Terese is standing" sprang from
the cart, pulled from the whortleberry
copse beside the road a long, 1.-the pole,
and. after tying to it white handker-
chief stood upon the cart seat with the
artist behind him. Shading his hand for
a moment as he looked with almost saw
age intensity at a little out-jutting patch
of rock like CLINT of puce against the;
far and purply-emerald nights, he ex-
claimed:
"rhere!-there! See."
Herr Paulus saw something like the
white wing of posing bird against the
upper mountain side.
'sWaiti Now you will see it dip thricer'
Then the lad repeated solemnly: 1.-The
Father-The Son-The Holy Spiritv' as
the white speck dipped once 70 the right,
then to the left and then to the right
again.
Jura had removed his cap and the artist