Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1913-12-19

and then followed dull short low blows-he heard
how the sharp nail was entering the soft
wood.
One hand. 1t. was not too late yet
The other hand. 1t still not too late yet
One foot the other foot-is it possible that all
was ended? He opened his eyes irresolutely and
saw how the cross was lifted and placed in a
hole. He how how the hands of Jesus contracted
convusiyely, and how they relaxed painfully and
how the wounds growing larger . :.
The hands we're stretching, stretching they be-
came thin, white dislocated at the shoulders, and
the wounds under the nails turned redder-it
seemed as though the hands would tear soon
But everything stopped Only ribs were NOV
ing, lifted by quick, deep breathing
On the top of the earth stood the cross, and
upon it Jesus erucified
The horror and the dreams of Iscariot had been
realzed-he rose and looked about him with a
cold glance And suddenly Iscariot saw as clearly
as his terrible victory, also its ominous uncer-
tainty. What If the people should suddenly un-
derstand? 1t was not too late yet. Jesus was
still alive. There he was calling with his sor-
roWful eyes.
What it that prevented the thin covering
obstructing the eyes of the people from bursting?
And suddenly they would understand Suddenly
they would all move forward in a stern mass of
men, women and chdren-silently without any
outcries, and they would wipe out the soldiers
sink them in their blood tear out of the earth
would remain among the living would lift high
over the crown of the earth the free Jesus! Ho-
sannah! Hosannah!
Hosannah? No. Judas would rather lie down
on the ground and crashing his teeth like a dog.
ne would watch and wait until the people would
rise But what has happened with Time? Now
1t almost stopped, so that he felt like pushing it
with his hands, striking it with his feet as lazy
ass; now 1t rushed madly as though from noun
tain, taking his breath away and his hands
sought some support in vain There Mary of
Magdala was crying There the mother of Jesus
was crying. Let her cry. What mattered her
tears now. the tears of all mothers, of all women
earth!
Jesus was dying. Is 1t possible? Yes, Jesus
was dying. His pale hands were motionless but
quick commissions over his face his chest
and his feet. Yes, he dying His breathing
grew fainter Then 1t stopped. No. there came
another sigh-Jesus was still on earth. And then
another one? No. No. No Jesus died
IL was all over. Hosannah! Hosannahl
JUDAS stopped and surveyed with cold eyes the
new small earth 1t had become small and he
ielt as thought it was all under his feet he looked
at the small mountains quietly reddening in tho
iast rays OF the sun, and he felt the mountains
were under his feet; he looked at the skv which
opened its blue mouth wide: he looked at the
round little sun, which vainly trying to scorch
and to bind-and he felt the sky and the SIM nm.
der his feet ~
Judas had long selected place where
ne would Kill himself after the death of Jesus 1t
was on a mountain high above Jerusalem ond
there stood only one tree. bent, half decaved and
tossed by the wind, which tore it on all sides
one OF its crooked branches was outstretched to-
ward Jerusalem. as if blessing or threatening Il
ana Judas chose that branch for fastening the
49, upon II Within two days Jesus of
Nazareth and Judas Iscariot the Traitor left +be
earth. AeA' 1ne
All night Judas was dangling upon the tree like
some monstrous fruit over Jerusalem. and the
VINO turned his face now toward the city now "a.
Talu Ihe desert as though it wanted to show