The morning times., 1895-07-26
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the only thing TO love me-the only thing"
she was making for the door when it
noiselessly opened There stood man The
wind had apparently blown away his hat,
for he was baTeheaded He wore a long
faded coat Of foreign cut, gabardine His
mild eyes were large and deeply set with an
expression OF great sadness in them as they
liked themselves on the screaming woman
His long hair had been stirred by the wind
and on the top IL was fleeCy and even In the
FAINT illumination Of the room looked as
though a afaint light fingered there and about
the edges OF his beard. The publican would
have called him one Of the immigrant Jews.
pientirulin IN eneighbOrhOod. The woman
saw what he had in his arms shielded by
the long flaps Of his coat With bound she
was at his side and possessed herself OF a
child OF about two years of age IL was
asleep
why" she said, strangely, ''you found
asIeep!"
But the man had gone up to the fire.
He, too, glanced at the flowers on the table.
He stretched out his thin hands and arms,
welcoming the warmth 20 his breast.
The woman, with a suppressed excIama-
ton, held the child up tightly up 70 her and
poiuted 10 the wall at the back Of him The
light from the CRATE threw his shadow upon
the wall; the Outstretched arms and the
opposing chandelier, made a startling
senblauCe to a cross, with a mans head
and arms against it-a cFucifixiOn. 1t was
only for moment, for the stranger drew
his rusty coat about him, turned weariIy
from the fire, once again looked atthe Easter
flowers Outhe table, and as quietIvas he had
entered, SO departed, his last look being for
the woman. The artist and the newspaper
man walked ward the door as thepub bBcan
turned on the gas and made the place bril-
liant for the expected evening customers.
But the woman with the child at her heart
pushed past.
"Rabboui!' she was crying. 'He came
unto His own and His own received Him
not RabbOni, Master!'
She ran out into the street crying and cali
! ing, 'RabbODi. Masteri"
Shes CraZier than ever tonight. said tbs
newspaper man. Ma ybeshe' done without
| her opiunItOO long. Wei. do you think youH
make anything out OF you sketch OF herr
Shall You use heriuyour pictureof 'Mary?' -
The artist answered nothing His hand
was u his pocket, grasping the medaIliOnhe
/ had picked up in the bar-rOom.
Did ne know whose hand had painted the
/ face on that bit Of ivOry2 Did he not know
every stroke Of that brush which he had
studied 80 well? And did ne not know the
| face painted there? His brothers. For
my dearest Mary - was what was engraved
| onthe backof themedalHoD. For my dear
I est Mary Aud the woman who haddrOpped
| the medallion was said TO have loved an
artist who had cast her off. She had asked
I him his name and had looked keeniy at him.
| Aud he was said 10 bear . strong Tesem-
/ biauce 10 MS brother.
! Little by little he built up a story with
/ terrible possibilities in IT,
Great hrayen.' broke IN the newspaper
I man Look at thatr'
/ HepOinted straight before him.
| They were n front Of a Catholic church,
/ whose bells tangled IN their ears In the
/ press OF the crowd. looking mildly about him
/ Was the bare headed Jew who had brought
/ the child 10 the barroOm they had so re-
/ centIy quilted. Aud back OF him, close
| eaOUsh 10 touch him, was the woman, with
/ the Child hugged up 10 her heart SlOwIyi0
/ the press OF the thrOUg the Jew made his
/ way 10 the church steps, maybe taken there
I by curiosity ana slowly following him went
/ the woman with the child Into the church
| went the Jew aud in his wake the woman
| her head bent down over the sleeping child.
/ her body shaken with SODS.
/ Yes, said the artist, as though his friend
| had Just asked him the question, Il shall
\ put her n my piCture-'Mary'-a his hand
| held tighter vet the medaIlion iu his pocke6
/ Chicago News