Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1904-09-02

felt that so long as he lived he must
remember Miriam Cohen as she stood
talking to him in the shadowy store
And this memory of Miriam made him
very pitiful to Katherine.
Every one is angry at me, Bran,
even my father; and Batayius will
not sit on the chair at my side; and
Joanna says a great disgrace | have
made for her. And thou? Wilt thou
also scold me? | think l shall die of
grief"
"Scold thee, thou little one? That |
will not. And those that are angry
with thee may be angry with me
also"
Bran, my Bran, my brother,
There is one comfort for me,-if
knew that he still lived; if one hope
thou could give mel"
What hope there is, | will go and
see, and, if there is good news, will
be glad for thee"
Not half an hour was Bran away;
and yet, to the miserable girl, how
grief and fear heightened out the mo-
ments. When Bran came back, it
was with a word of hope on his lips.
81 have SEEN" he said, who dost
thou think ?-the Jew Cohen. He of
ali men, he has sat by Capt. Hydes
side all night; and he has dressed the
wound the English surgeon declared
beyond n ortal skill And he said to
me, Three times, in the Persian des-
ert, have cured wounds still worse,
and the Holy One hath given me the
power of healing; and, if He wills, the
young man shall recover That is
what he said, Katherine"
Forever I will love the Jew. Though
he fail, will love him. So kind he is,
even to those who have not spoken
well, nor done well, to him"
At this moment the family returned
from the morning service, and Bran
rather defiantly drew his sister to his
side. Joris was not with them. He
had stopped at the Kings Arms" to
ask if Capt. Hyde was still alive; for,
in spite of everything, the young mans
heroic cheerfulness in the agony of
the preceding night had deeply touch
ed Joris. No one spoke to Katherine;
even her mother was annoyed and hui
inflated at the social ordeal through
which they had just passed, and she
thought it only reasonable that the err
ring girl should be made to share the
trial
AS the time went on poor Katherine
Van Heemskirk shivered and sickened
III the presence of averted eyes and up
lifted shoulders, and in that chill at
of disapproval which sep
arated her from the sympathy and
confidence of her old friends and ac-
quaintances.
1T is thy punishment" said her
mother, bear it bravely and patiently.
In little while, it will be forgot" But
weeks went on. and the wounded men
slowly fought death away from their
pillows, and Katherine did not recover
the place in social estimation which
she had lost through the ungovernable
tempers of her lovers
But nothing i'll lasts forever; and in
three months Neil Semple was in his
office again, wan and worn with fever
and suffering, and wearing his sword
arm in sling, but still decidedly
W orld-like and life-like. 1t was evil
dent that public opinion was in large
measure with him, and though in the
Middle Kirk the affair was sure to be
the subject of a reproof and of a sus-
pension of its highest privileges, yet
L was not difficult to feel the SYM
pathy often given TO deeds publicly
eensured. but privately admired. Joris
this spirit with a little as
and dissent He could not
ind in his heart any excuse for either
Neil or Hyde; and, when the elder en-
arged with some acerbity upon the
of honor among men,
Jcris offended him by replying:
'Well, then, elder, little l think of
hat honor which runs not with the
avs of God and country"
Let me tell you, Joris, the voice of
he people is the voice of God, in a
Measure; and you may see with your
lin cen that it mair that acquits Neil
J wrong-doing. Man, Jorisi would
Tou punish a fair sword-fight wi the
langman?"
"a better way there is. In the
'illory l would stand these men of |
lonor, who of their own feelings think
more than of the law of God. A very
Iuick end that punishment would put |
O a custom wicked and absurd"
"Weel, Joris, we'll haze no quarrel |
nent the question. Here comes Neil, |
nd We'll let the question IA to the /
round. There are wiser men than
ither you or | on bath sides"
Joris nodded gravely, and turned
o welcome the young man. More
nan eyer be liked him. for arart 1