The Jewish herald. (Houston, Tex.) 1908-1914, 1911-02-16
No. y

more, to hear his voice pleading ten
derby. Her head touched her pillow,
but the tears continued to rain into the
handkerchief she had taken the pre-
caution to have about her. Il must
stick to this plan 1 have mapped out
for myself and the poor babies or l
am a lost woman in very truth. / must
anchor my hope to my uncle and his
pray to God he will" AS soon as she
thought of her uncle her misery lifted
IN measure, Away from the spell
her uncle eXerted on her impressionable
nature, the charm of Robert Clemens
magnetic personality itself She knew
she set herself no easy task to break
firmly resolved never to reopen the door
on the events on which she had closed
1t that memorable afternoon. She re-
sumed her train of thought. and
won't Roy's mother hate me more than
she does now when she finds out my
intentions towards. her grandchildren?
try to take them awav from me- Her
eyes flashed so angrily that her tears
were speedily dried, Il only wish she'd
try! ] could, then have chance to
defy her openly. I wonder what Uncle
Mendel would advise in case I have
1 trouble 20 about %"t it, III Just be COM
do hope he won't get impatient. But
he don't look like he would, thank God
for that. But I've made up my mind
that my babies shan't be raised as
was. Why, it's just simply terrible.
when I begin to think of it all" Again
her tears flowed in self pity. why
thing, except murder, of course which
is not in a Jews blood with such mega
tive training as | had. What is food.
clothes and schooling by the side of
solid moral training? l feel / owe my
children a whole lot more than that,
which was all l received. God willing,
my poor babies shan't miss what / did
and be left at the mercy of every little
unfavorable circumstance. ] must equip
thcm for the battle of life. If they
miss their Footing then. stumble and
fall, God forbid, at least that will not
be on, my conscience. | will do my
best for them, no matter, what the
resolve she fell into troubled sleep.
She fell to dreaming that she stood AT
the synagog door pleading that he babies
be admitted into the congregation or
Israel as proselytes. She went on in
a voice that seemed strange and far
away. They are my babies and 1 am
But who Is their father intoned the
Rabbi in the robes of his holy office
Her head fell in shame. "He is a Coy"
Then they are not of pure Jewish
blood and they can not enter the con-
gregation of Israel" replied the monot-
onous voice as he opened a great book
sobbed violently In her sleep that
she wakened her husband whom she
felt shaking her gently to rouse her.
Bessie. wake up, You're only dream
ing. Wake up and stop crying. What's
the matter?"
She passed her hand over her eyes
and said in a strained voice. II dreamed
something terrible about the babies. Let
me go and see how they are getting
along?" She entered the room where
her children and two sis ers were sleep
ing the blessed sleep of the innocent
She turned their night lamp little
lower kissed each flushed face lightly
but tenderly, and returned to bed So
vivid was her dream that Il seemed to
her that her uncle had lied to her when
he told her her children were Kosher
and not legitimate under the law, that
the boy, being circumcised all she had
to do was to raise them as Jew and
Jewesses to the best of her ability
why. he even went so far to assure me
that my boy could marry the daughter
of a Kohan' but the little girls could
not marry ,Kohamin' dn the priestly
line) for the lineage is perpetuated
through the men who must take unto
them wives whose Jewish ancestry Is
pure. And now this Rabbi" She
thought OF her dream-rabbi as a reality
says not even as proselytes. for they
are OF mixed blood on their fathers
side. What shall l do?" she thought n
despair. zone sometimes hits on the