The morning times., 1896-06-21

mocking laugh rang shrilly out, above the
walls OF women. the cries of frightened
children, the roaring of 1ie flames. A
withered crone, halfdressed, unkempt, re
pulsive, was standing close by Airiam'i
shoulder and peering down at Adah.
"By all the holy prophetsl' she sneered
.but here's a sight worth having the
fire tori 30 this is Racheps girl, tina:
none OF US have seen or heard about since
Rachel died. Too fine a lady was Rachel
and her baby to associate with her fathers
brethren. And now, here's the baby dowr
on the Seventh street pavement, burned
out like the rest ofiusj It's fine child
indeed, that can't recognize its own father
She don't even know his pawnbrokine
ever told her that'the sells old clothes
and fills his money-box by empt ying the
pockets OF the needy"
A movement In the .snrgiDg human mass
that stretched along the street bore the
Old woman on withiit, her mocking laugh
still sounding out shrilly.
Five minutes from the time he left them
on the pavement the old Jew was stag
gering out again from the midst of
blazing. falling timbers. singed, scorched
and bleeding, the wooden box clasped safely
In his arms. He made his way TO where
they stood. He almost threw the box at
Adams feet. Then. worn and exhausted
though he was. he reached out his arms
for her lovingly.
She stretched forth her hands-the little
white hands, which, through her fathers
1ove, had been folded all her life in luxury
she stretched forth her hands, and laid
them against his breast and pushed h,m
from her with all her feeble strength.
go away.' she cried. go away for
over! hat you! l hate and dcspise you!
A n tf<.l en- I,,.x
made me believe In lies. l would rather
have cici back there in the fire than
know .at know today" And again she
pusiie,. asalnst him with her little hands.
The thrust OF her hands against his
breast was light. The thrust OF her
words upon his heart was heavy-heavy.
lie staggered back, ne stumbled. he fell;
just where, with a fearful crash there
fell at the same instant the doorposts
and Intel of the dingy shop, in whic.
through weary years he had toiled and
boarded for the sake OF his little lass.
".
II was many weeks later when, out OF
Inconsistencies and out OF delirium, lie
calEe back once More to life and reason.
He was lying Oh a sDowy cot, in Il ward
or the Garfield Hospital. II was a Sep
tenber Sabbath afternoon. Tie long
room was cool and dim and quiet. Out
side, In the corridor, some young girls
from downtown church were softly
singing sweet old gospel hymns. Each
Sabbath afternoon they came up to the
hospital to sing in the corridors to the
patients, and many an aching Lead was
sootbed, and many Il restless sufferer grew
quiet as the sweet young voices floated.
In with the sweet old wurds OF the hyibns.
The Jew lay still and listened. They
were singing something with the refrain.
20 Beuiah land! sweet Beulah iaDd!'
As he listened, 1t all came back to
him-al the memory OF his lifetime. He
could see THAT one short year OF bliss
with Rachel. lie could see these other
years when lie had toiled for Rachel's
Child. He remembered his goliea dream
OF happiness, he wondered vaguely who
was keeping the wooden box where tie
price OF the happiness lay. he thought
OF the fire and Of his fight with the
he thought Of his. Adah out on
Seventh street. And then, lie felt again
the thrust of two light hands against his
breast, and the thrust of heavy words
against his heart.
Thedoc.crs MISUNDERSTANDING rounds,
found him free from fever and rational
They spoke CHEEKY words ofeDcouragement