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Be As Scarlet
(A Tale of tke First Easter Day)
By Montanye Perry
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KNOW not what to our mistress. She changed."
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The maid who spoke was leaning idly against a low wall which divided the small, paved yard from the street, before a rather pretentious house in the city of Jerusalem.
The man whom she addressed nodded thoughtfully, his eyes lingering on the girl's dark, vivid face with evident enjoyment.
"It is true," he said, slowly, "for a week she has been unlike herself."
"At times, she is as haughty and overbearing as ever," continued the girl, "then a sudden change passes over her. She seems bewildered, almost timid, and becomes gentle and kind. I saw it first as I combed her hair one morning. My brush slipped and pulled quite sharply. She seized it from my hand and beat me with it furiously. All at once she paused, a strange look came over her face; she dropped the brush and began to pat me, pityingly. Then she gave me a string of coral, bidding me cry no more. Often has she beaten me, but never before has she softened or given me gifts."
"Yesterday," said the man, "Peter and myself carried her litter, as usual, to the river. There she was joined by Simon, the evil faced one, who comes so often here. We pushed off in the barge and rowed slowly, keeping near the shady bank. She suffered Simon's embraces freely for a few moments; suddenly she sat upright, looked about her in a strange manner, and sharply commanded us to row back. He remonstrated, but the mistress sat as if dazed, gazing at him with a look half
think of fearful, half-loathing. As the barge reatly reached the shore, Simon jumped out and went angrily away, but she remained indifferent. On the way home, she stopped us to throw some silver to a lame leper. Never before have I seen her give alms."
"Last night," the girl said, "I crept down stairs and peeped in at the dance. Men and women alike were half drunken with wine and excitement. A girl, wreathed in vines, with clusters of grapes in her hands, danced madly in the center of the room, a ring of men circling about her. They called for our mistress to join them and she started forward, then stopped, standing as if touched by some mysterious spell. A silence fell over all the dancers. They
THE INTERRUPTED BEATING.
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