The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1900-02-02
OSIAS BARNAY

hungary. Ouly Tie HdllleS are cIduS-
1:
When Osias Barnay became the hus-
and of Sarah Klineman all their ac-
uaintances on the east side said il
Ol1uld not lead to happiness She was
early twice his age, and he. scarcely
ore than a hoy, was too handsome
nd impulsive, they said, to be proof
gainst the temptations of the life he
nd been leading.
But then, he had been virtually on
ne brink of starvation, and what
Rough the Widow Klingman had a
aughter nearly eleven year old-m' N
ave clutched at a straw on slighter
rovocation; and nobody could say
lat Mrs. KlIngman was not good look
lg, and her worst enemies had to con-
lnada that she was rich.
in Esther, the daughter, disliked her
epfather, or, rather. she despised
lOm. 1t was plain TO her that he had
blarried for money; and never once
/ five years did she address word to
Tim beyond what ordinary civility re-
fduired.
One day Barnay received a letter
Prom his mother calling him home. 1t
fIas now six years since he had left
budapest, Hungary by the stern de-
bee of his father, who had grown
fred of paying debts and squaring
grapes for him. But now the father
Vas dead. and the heart of the mother
learned for her boy again.
OSias had never gone into details to
lis wife concerning his antecedentS.
When she saw the palace his mother
welt in, and saw the host of servants
lowing and scraping in greeting to
heir long-absent young master, she
-elt like the bride of the story who
lad married n pauper and discovered,
slst as she was getting ready for a
'fe OF drudgery. that he was prince.
Esther. too. was overwhelmed with
Tlrprise, and began TO regard her step
iather in much more favorable light.
Again two years elapsed. when who
hould loom up in New York but Osias
iarnay. He was haggard and pale, and
eemed to be laboring under some
treat worry.
ion" day shortly after his arrival he
aid 10 his friend, Andrew Mund,r. a
awycr:
~ need your help. Can rely upon
OIL.
ITO the drop of the flag Just tell
i,t how | can he IF service
II want a divorce. | must have it."
Munder was thunderstruck.
why, Your wife is in Hungary with
our mother. You never mentioned
py wrongdoing. Has your wife de-
eived you?"
mo. thousand times no! My wife
5 the best, the kindest and the noblest
women"
Before he left the office Barnay told
1under this story:
MY wife's daughter, Esther-you re.
oeInber how gawky and ungainly she
fas, and how she hated newell, she
new eighteen, and accounted one OF
he most beautiful young ladies in
Budapest
When she saw my mothers house,
nd recognized that l was. after all,
iot 'beggar's brat she became more
espectful. and in time we got to be
luite chummy.
Zone night about a month ago, when
Te returned home from a concert the
arriage collided with wagon and
vas wrecked. | was the only one in.
ured. Not very seriously, but enough
keep me in bed for two weeks. Dur.
ne that time Esther was almost con.
family at my side. Her presence
made me happy. ! had a vague. un-
lefined yearning for her when she
vas away.
Once, when my bruises gave me
intense pain and | moaned, Esther
,ent over me and clasping her arms
bout me, exclaimed:
1" oh. If could only suffer instead
II you! | love you son
And then | knew that | loved her,
90; loved her with a boundless love
hQf nnncnn1od M taA ~
heck 1t was too late. The only saliva
ion lay in fight, ard fee did as soon
IS my wounds permitted me. And
hats what brought me here"
Some weeks after this interview the
var with Spain broke out, and Barnay
vas one of the first to respond to the
all for volunteers. He enlisted in the
forty-seventh regiment, and served
With such distinction that he was pro-
noted from the ranks to lieutenancy
IN the field of battle.
At the conclusion of the war he re-
urned to New York. His wife and
Esther bad also came from Hungary
o look for him. slarmed by his long
silence. But although he knew they
we're here he did rot go near them.
His heart was still in turmoil, and he
'elt that his love was too mad to be
trusted.
And so he pined away, each days
agony leaving him less and less
strength to battle with his passion, un-
til at length he was worn away to a
mere shadow.
One day be did not appear at break
fast. And when his landlady after
waiting an hour. went to see what was
the matter she smelled gas coming
from his room.
When they forced the door they
found him dead. The gas burner was
turned on and the cracks in the door
Aand window calked with paper
Over his heart, IL his clasped hands,
was the picture Of a beautiful GIRL