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ONE TOUCH OF NATURE MAKES THE WHOLE WORLD KIN 67
GO WITH YOUR GENTILE HUSBAND \"
Jacob and Helen had met, and that perhaps some important part of their plans had already borne fruit.
But when Helen entered, followed by a young man of unmistakable Gentile features, a sinister solemnity settled on the mother and father.
The parent instinct fled from the Rabbi at once and he stood perplexed, yet unbelieving, a Prophet and a Judge of his people.
"Father, this is James Mahoney," said the girl in a low yet firm tone. "I have loved him for a long time. Today we were married. Father, I have come to ask — your — blessing." Her confidence wavered in the last few words.
The old Rabbi passed a hand across his eyes as tho to remove a film. The other hand gripped the table against which he had staggered for support. For a moment the white-faced couple in front of him were displaced by the vision of Abraham sacrificing his son on the mountain.
"My daughter — and a Gentile!" he gasped hoarsely.
Then he slowly straightened up with the dignity of an impartial judge.
"You have sold your birthright! Go with your Gentile husband!" Turning, he walked from the room.
For a moment the mother, who had stood all the while a picture of grief and despair, appealed to the Rabbi, and then, turning to her daughter, pleaded with her to stay.
An interval of silence followed, and then the bride of an hour and her Gentile husband left the house, hand in hand.
With heavy hearts they took their way to the great Mahoney mansion.
Here James found his mother first.
"Mother, this is my wife," he said simply, placing Plelen's hand in hers. The mother, who had never cherished any image but that of Edith Saunders for her daughter, was stunned for a moment. But the next moment her