The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1901-01-24
The Romance 0 { Maurice Cohen

the end. Men and women, too, viii have
justice shown 10 them; only we must
wait for these as for other things and
possess our souls in patience" -nr. Co
hen was writing for Jewish paper that
liked its periods well rounded Then he
stopped and looked at his secretary. and
she raised her head and looked at him
sympatheticaIIy, because there was az
that moment the little vibration in Mr..
Cohens voice that always appealed 10
her. She was rather dificile young
woman. She was without much thought
or sympathy for anything but modern
ambitions and ideals TO which she had
herself only just awakened: she played
with emotion ike a child. who being
hungry doesn't wait for solid rood. but
eats little bits of cake, and so wastes its
appetite.
Maurice Cohen was not ar all the Jew
of the city or our imaginations- II IS
true he had the broad white hand of a
Jew, with the little hollow in the palm
that doesn't easily let go that which It
[ once possesses, but his eyes had the an
herited pathos OF centuries OF suffering
tho hopeless regret perhaps of that cry:
1 But re would not" For the rest q
him. well, Rose Halls herself. describing
him to a friend in the first days Of their
acquaintance, said that his head was
sometimes almost beautiful. but that his
legs were put on as If they were
thumbs" But that was a year ago.
For one moment sometimes. some one
or something, blesses our life and the
)" then ne caught her eyes and
read the look in them and said with a
/ laugh:
"Bahl It's all nonsense, reallyi There
are many other ways which answer the
/ purpose just as well, but it pays to write
these things"
Don't" she said, smiling at him. IT'S
I horrid. When you talk like that you
make things feel so glary.' as Il you
/ had swished on the electric light on life
/ in general, and no more ping hazes were
/ possible And pink hazes are much more
comfortable 10 live in" she finished
TO rest in" he corrected; money IS
! generally not well made that is not
made in a glare"
"And money" she said, scornfully,
| CONSTITUTES your sum of lifep' He
looked at her for a moment, then he
said:
isn't that rather a hackneyed taunt
| from a Christian Jew?" and she had the
grace to look a little confused. Talk
| ing to him she always felt that there
were a number Of small points. nedged
round by little fences, into which it was
best not to intrude. And a woman is
born a trespasser.
Come into the garden" he said
It was one Of the radiant days which
summer some times slips by mistake in
20 the winter bundle.
Even the cabbages are gloriied,'' said
Rose, with a gay little laugh as they
paced the narrow walk behind the privet
hedge: and I feel about 10" she added.
And you look"
"Hushl Even a modern woman OBJ
iects to having her age discussed" she
interrupted.
Very WELL he said; 'Fbut I am a."
so shall I be sometime" she con-
soled him: "only when I am I shall GER
tainly feel it to be one of the occasions
on which truth IS too sacred to go
abroad unveiled"
LET US talk about your books" she
said. IAN authors like an engaged man,
quite easy to talk to; there is always
the beloved object as a subject ready
madeF'
AN author" he said, sententiously, "s
like q spider; he spins his web OF life
out Of his own SOUL
only we don't know that a spider has
a soul" she abserved. Even Sir John
Lubbock does not tgo so far as that with
his bees
Il haven't written a decent line now
for week." he said. II couldn't be-
cause"
web given out" she asked, cor
soul?''
Rose, he said gravely. ST love you.
dear"
A Jew always uses the extremity Of
language Then she grew grave at once,
Il love you" he said again, and took
her hands as she faced round.
you are a Jew" she said
Yes" he answered, 'but I am man
balfove NV 70 fnars haTfa,r.
Surely to you. too, it means something
to think as your father did?'
81 don't remember my father" she
said, slowly; "the name doesn't mean
very much to me; 7 always think OF
him as my mothers husband more than
as my father"
There was a little pause as they stood
IN the sunlight.
Tell it me-" she whispered.
Dear, you know it all: but there is
not much to say. You are Just
the whole II my Hfe-Rose. ii sounds so
easy to say and to hear"
ALI" she said, with a little Sigh OF
content. Did you love the other wo-
man, the first woman, like this?" But
he didn't answer. There are some men
who refuse to break their old idols. even
at the feet of their new deity.
But you are jew she said again.
4AT was HUI fhA al 4 AIdEtC as Ne
stood there: but she did not think of
that
MY dear" he said. gently. snd held
her tightly think what it means. It's
your life and mine"
Yes. yes. 7 know" she said. 'Oh, let /
me go Let me 90. Let me think" And
with little moan she broke away from
him.
Piccadnlv at its brightest and its best.
All the sin and sorrow Of * laid aside I
for little, swept into the back streets. /
end only the healthy. clean side Of life /
left pretty woman stopped 70 buy q i
bunch Of vioiets; man said, Town g /
getting full" a hanson came round the !
corner carelessly as q woman crossed I
the street. There was a sudden wave +
in the human tide. and the hum Of Pic +
cadilly stopped Even the click OF the /
horses hOofs seems suspended Just for /
A moment listening for the moan which +
would have meant hope. and that never I.
came
Death, the unraveler. had quietly un- {
tied the knot and smoothe5 out the tan
E ed mass with his prscticed fingers And I
the sun stfeamed into the room. and the
little notes danced among the hooks on .
e. while Maurice Cohen sat stir and
looked into the fire. A Mttle daughter
q few tears. and then.
ReHeetiors az a Spfasfer
(From the New York Jndge9
= loves eyesiEht were good pytanas
would never have bsen invented