The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1895-06-10

only son IS across 1ne OCEAN. lie hath
no love for me or you. Z"
The recital of their common griefs
softened her toward him.
"Go," she whispered. SEQ and send
me the Gett. Go to the Maggid. He
knew my grandfather. He is the man to
arrange it for thee with his friends.
Tell him it is nay wish. "
"God shall reward thee. How can
thank thee for giving thy consent?'
"What else have I to give thee, nv
Herzel, I, who eat the bread of stran-
gers? Truly says the proyerb, when
one begs of beggar, the Herr God
laughsP "
81 will send thee the Gett as soon as
possible"
"Thou art right; / am thorn in thine
eye Pluck me out quickly.
"Thou wilt not refuse the Gett when
1t comes?" he replied apprehensively.
'sIs it not wife's duty to submit?
Nay, have no fear. Thou shalt have no
difficulty in serving the Gett upon me.
I will not throw it in the messengers
face, and thou wilt marry her?"
'Assuredly. People will no longer
talk, and she must bide with me. It is
ray one desire"
sit is mine likewise. Thou must
stone and save thy soul. -
He fingered uncertainty.
sAnd thy dowry?' he said at last.
'"Thou wilt not make claim for COM
pensation?''
"Be easy. I scarce know where my
oesubah (marriage certificate) is. What
need have of money? AS thou sayest,
have all want. do not even desire
to purchase grave-lying already Sc
long in a charity grave. The bitterness
is over"
He shivered "Thou art very good to
me, he said. "Goodby!"
He stopped down. She drew the bed
clothes frenziedly over her face.
kiss me notl''
"Goodby, then," he stammered.
"God be good to theep' He moved away.
"Herzell' She had uncovered her
face with despairing cry. He slouched
back. toward her, perturbed, dreading
she would retract.t -
"Do not send it. Bring it thyself.
Let me take it from thy hand 81
d A lump rose in his throat. 81 will
bring it, he said brokenly. {.
& The long days of pain grew longer;
the summer was coming, harbingereds
by sunny days that flooded the wards
with golden mockery. The evening Her.
eel 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 nd toward her hus-
band, cropping for the document he bore.
He placed it in her burning palm. The
fingers closed automatically upon it,
then relaxed, and the paper futtered to
the floor. But Sarah was no longer a
wife.
Herzel was glad to hide his burning
face by STOPPING for the fallen bill of
enforcement. He was long picking it
up. When his eyes met hers again, she
had propped herself up in her bed. Two
big round tears trickled down her
cheeks, but she received the parchment
calmly and thrust it into her bosom.
''Let it lie there" she said stonily--
"there, where thy head hath lain,
Blessed be the true Judged
'"Thou art not angry with me, Sarah?''
"Why should be angry? She was
right. am but dead woman. Only
no one may say Kaddish for memo one
may pray for the repose of my soul. I
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 thou wilt be happy too"
"Thou hast been good wife, Sarah,
he murmured, touched.
''Recall not the past. We are stran-
gers now" she said, with reourrent
harshness.
'sBut I may come and see thee-some-
times?" He had STRINGS of remorse
as the moment Of final parting came.
"Wouldst thou reopen my wounds?"
Farewell, then.
He put out his hand timidly. She
seized it and held it passionately.
eyes, yes, Herzel! Do not leave mel
Come and see me here-as friend, an
acquaintance, a man used to know.
The others are ghtless-they forget
mel shall lie here-perhaps the angel
of death will forget me too" Her grasp
frightened till it hurt him acutely.
"Yes; I will come. I will come often, -
he said. with sob OF physical pain.
Her clasp loosened. She dropped his
hand.
"But not till thou art married, 4" she
said.
''Be it 500
"Of course thou must have a still
wedding The English synagogue will
not marry thee''
"The Maggid will marry me-"
'Thou wilt show me her cesubah
when thou CONTEST next?'
Yes; will borrow it of her. -
A week passed. He brought the mar
riage certificate.
Outwardly she was calm. She glanced