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THE HEART OF A JEWESS
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quietly. *'I dont want the money, dear, which I gave it to you. What's the matter? I guess I dont understand already."
Jacob shifted his position. His broad face flushed darkly from chin to narrow forehead.
^'Ahe7% that was when " He
hesitated, then went on doggedly — "when we was going to get married. But now " He hurried on, stum
Suddenly the pent-up water of misery and delayed sorrowing burst the barriers of her soul. With a horrible animal-like shriek, she hurled the money into the craven face, smirking before her dizzily in the swaying of the world, and flung herself into the harborage of her father's arms. Above her white unconsciousness, the old man raised a face terrible with betrayed and outraged fatherhood.
THE W^EDDING CEREMONY AT THE SYNAGOGUE IS DELAYED
bling over the shameful words. ' ' Dont look at me like that, Becky. It's the schatchen comes to me a month ago and says : ' I can to get you a girl mit ten thousand dollars,' he says. She's awful homely, but I'm poor, and I should to be thinking about doing well for myself "
"Ah "
Rebecca looked at the man as tho she saw him for the first time.
"So that is what it is you wish to tell. You 're going — to — get — married "
The wretched Jacob shrank from the look like a whipped dog and was gone. It was a month later, for, God knows how, the clocks will still tick on somehow, even tho hearts are broken. An automobile, whirling recklessly thru the crowded street, bearing a bridal party headlong toward the synagogue and matrimony. A girlish figure crumpled, somehow, under the wheels ; shrieks ; a gathering crowd, and, finally, an ambulance, with its banshee wail of ill, hurrying hospitalward with its broken burden, the