The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1905-06-17

~ of a woman seat
ed in her tent at
some little distance away, and. shift
ing her position uneasily, as though
the harmony and joy in the other tent
had struck discord In her own, she
sighed, and muttered to herself;
And now what of Ishmael?"
What's that, mother?" quickly
spoke up boy who was tinkering over
some boyish continuance in the tent
door. but who, at the sound of his
mothers sigh and half inaudible
words. dropped his work and looked
up at her, inquiringly. did you speak
my name"
The woman started as one does
when suddenly made conscious that
the inward emotions have been be-
trayed.. Instantly his sympathetic ma
ture was aroused. and springing light
ly to his feet, he went towards his
mother, and, throwing himself at her
feet and looking up into her face, he
asked again. more insistently:
What is it. mother?"
Don't, mother, don't!" exclaimed the
boy. in great distress, while at the
same time he caressed her, tenderly
what is troubling you? Has
A little goo at the tent door startled
them. and they both looked up just as
a sturdy boy of between two and three
years Of age came toddling in. AS he
caught sight of Ishmael he uttered a
gleeful shout, and came running to-
wards him with outstretched hands
A smile lit up the troubled face of the
older boy, and for the instant. forget
ting the distress Of his mother, he
stopped to take the baby and have a
frolic with him, as was his wont, for
ever since the coming of little Isaac.
Ishmael had been his loyal admirer
and faithful guardian and playfellow,
but as he stopped DOM. his eye fell upon
the f6ce of HIS mother, who with dark,
almost evil look. was taking in the
whole scene
At that instant shadow fell across
the doorway, and the form of woman
appeared. Her quick eye took in the
tableau before her. The strained.
drawn, hard look on the face of the
Egyptian mother. the puzzled. troubled
expression in IshmaePs face, and the
impatient wall of her little son as he
tugged sturdily at the older boys gar
ments and sought to obtain the accus-
toned attention which was for some
reason he could not understand being
withheld.
"Ah, here you are.you little runaway!
Come, see what mother has for you"
holding up new garment Of rich color
ing and finest texture which the proud
mother was preparing for the great fes-
tai occasion which was to mark the
weaving Of the boy and his formal rec
ignition as the sole heir Of Abraham's
possessions and position.
At the sound of Sarah.s voice, Hagar
looked up with startled and guilty ex-
preston, and, trying to smile. she bowed
low, and then spreading rug at Sarah's
feet, she said, with an effort at compos-
ure:
"Wtlf not my mistress be seated?"
Not this morning. Hagar, there is so
much to do in preparation for Isaac's
feast, which my hands alone must do,
that cannot" and with pretense of
not having noticed the jealousy and I'M
happiness of the other woman, she
picked up her baby and FASTENED from
the tent.
Suddenly the mother stopped IN
front of him and exclaimed, fercely,
almost incoherently:
THE new garment. the great feast?
Do you not know what that means for
you? Oh. Ishmael-"
But wlat. Of It., mother?" stammered
the boy. in adased sort OF way. ~
The failure of the boy to appreciate
the situation seemed to exasperate the
mother, and she exclaimed. passion
ately:
what OF It! Cannot you understand
that you have no part or lot with Isaac?
As son OF Abraham thou art not to
share In aught that is his cave such
besgarly portions as he may give you
during his life. The new garment "a
for the heir! The feast is for the heir!
And Abraham and the great sheiks OF
all the country round will make merry
as Isaac ID proclaimed heir! And
sypu." selling the hoy by the shoulders
\ Ind almost shaking him ia the frenzy
pr her grief and despair, "ani you ere
Just Ishmael, son Of the bond -slave!''
The, INST daWning feelings Of jeal-
ousy nd SENSE o. wroag ain cred began
10 rlse{u thu boy's SOUL - his moth e1'e
xords md hor bitter erisf ~cut 6een
~ ~ s6nuit ~ natur& a feelj7s al