The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-02-13


 exterior. ''I must see to it that his din-' ner does not burn: already l think can smell that bit of lamb scorchiag in the oven"
 Raising the curtain, she stepped behind 1t, her heart beating strangely, The mans very aspect began to frighten her and she remembered how as 8 young girl she had hurried, with . feeling of indes- crible terror, past his slaughter house that like himself reeked with blood and dirt from weeks end to weeks end again. As she entered the room. that served as half sitting room. half kitchen, she heard a step behind her and Kadish Anakim's shadow fell h biackened length along the floor. enveloping her as it were within q cloud, while his brawny hand clutched her arm and his voice whispered in her ear:
 You did but come here to escape me. Give me my answer now. VIII you marry me?'
 Gullelma, suddenly and with an unlock ed for show of temper. wrenched her arm free of his grasp. Fear no longer held her captive; she was inspired with all her woman's dignity. Do not dare to touch meP' Her breath came quickly. causing her rounded bosom to rise and fall proudly beneath the folds of her orange handkerchief. and she seemed to gain in stature as she drew herself up and away from his reach, but the mans groveliing nature was no more impressed then if a kitten had arched its back at him. He raised one knotted finger and shook 1t at her angrily.
 "When my woman acted thus I beat her. Once broke her wrist with but twist of my hand. Pha! you are weak mine; then will teach you a lesson"
 Gulielma's arms were aggressively akimbo: her hands, brown and dimpled, rested on her hips, "Beast!" she gasped. 'I am not yours, nor will ever be-" The golden hoops in her ears swung back and forth with the brave uplifting of her head.
 Kadish Anakim, however, standing half over the doorsill of the room, leered wickedly back at her as the last rays of the setting sun shone through the red a dull crimson.
 Maybe you will not say yes to me-" he gibed. "but one day I shall come for you and you will go, nor will priest or rabbi mark the time."
 He was gone on the instant, the curtain fell back into place and Gulielma stood shivering as if with an ague just where he had left her. There the Whelp found her. and whining crawled to her feet, crouching. for once unnoticed by those dear eyes and uncaressed by those dear hands.
 Weeks passed and time had at last quieted Guiielma's fears. She had plight ed her troth with the one she loved and preparations for her nuptials were already begun. A few happy hours of each happy day were spent in the company of the chough and the Whelpr who watched her lovingly as she stitched, stitched, stitched away at the piles of snowy muslin or piled her little steel crochet needle back and forth through the meshes of astonishing ly elaborate cotton lace work.
 Finally the long hot months of summer drew to a close and in a fortnight the celebration of St. Sebastian would take place. when human angels, bedizened with tinsel and spangles, were to be suspended by ropes from neighboring housetops so that they might soar down gracefully on the multitude beneath at just the proper time and in the most approved angelic manner. Banners. chromos and small transparencies of the Virgin were to be found in every other house, and feast candles were purchased and stood in readiness to be lighted and placed before the numerous small shrines that had been erected and were being decorated to suit the tastes of the worshippers.
 Emanuel Antolotti had decided on this occasion to give, for him, royal feast in honor of the day and also of his daugh- ter's betrothal to young Samsonn Guibeck. keeper of the bakery just around the corner.
 Now on the day of the feast most of the tenements and small frame houses harboring people of every nationality, were deserted by their inmates; Emanuel also had left early in the day with a varied intention of participating in the Italian festival and calling upon Father Pietro at the same time. Hans Lauben- heimer, the locksmith, although not in sympathy with the faith of his nelghbors, had nevertheless put up the wooden shut ters of his shop, and thoroughly inspired with the holiday spirit had betaken him self to far away rathskeller, there to drink his bier and smoke his pfeife to his hearts content Even the Sailor Choice was deserted by all save one or two besotted loungers that could not make G@sir legs walk fare enough to gel awaYa .'+