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The Widow's Plight

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By I. L. PERETZ

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Two women are walking on the
, outskirts of the town; one tall and
1! strong, with angry eyes and heavy,
I resounding steps, the other thin, pale,
;;, small, with bowed head.
t ' "Whither lost thou lead me, Ilan-
il ; nab?" asked the second.
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"Wait, just a few steps more—
see! To the hill."
"Wherefore?" once more asked the
other with a sad, hollow voice, as if
she feared something.
"Thou shalt hear Come
" The
reached the hill.
"Sit down," said lIannah. The oth-
er obeys—seats herself on the hill.
Hannah sits down beside her. In the
silence of the warm summer day, a
conversation takes place:
"Croons, dolt thou know who thy
husband--may his soul rest in peace
—was?"
A shadow passes over Grenna's
pale face.
"I know," she answers, with drawn
lips.
"He was a scribe, Grenna! A pious
scribe—"

"I know," Grenna says, impatient-

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"Ife was a pious Jew."
"True."
":slay his virtues intercede for us
in heaven."
d , Greira is silent. •
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"It is not all the same! May his
virtues intercede for us in heaven!
Dost thou hear?"
"1 hear."
"What dolt thou say unto that?"
"What shall I say? I Know only
that this merit did not help us."
l'ause. 'rhe women understand each
other. The pious scribe died and left
a widow and three orphans—girls.
Grenna did not marry again, did not
give the children a step-father. She
toiled alone to support herself and
the children, but her labors were un-
blessed. "His virtues did not inter-
cede for them."
"And dust thou know why, Gren-
na?" Hannah broke in upon her si-
lence.

"Because' thou art sinful."
"I!" And the pale Grenna starts
up as if she had been shot. "I! sin-
ful!"
Hear thou, Grenna. Everybody
is sinful, but thou especially!"
"Grenna, not in vain did I had
you out of the town to the lake in
the field. We do not need the fresh
air, blessed be His name! Dost thou
see, Grenna, a mother, and especial-
ly the widow of a pious scribe,
must—"
"What must she?"
She must be more religious than
all. better than all, and must take
better care of her daughter."
Grenna's pale face becomes whiter.
Iler eyes blaze, her nostrils are dis-
tended, anti her blue, drawn lips
quiver.
"Rachel!" she cried out.
"Thou lost know, Grenna, I'm a
good friend of thine; but I must tell
thee the truth, or I should be guilty
before God. I shall not talk even of
thee. There will be no scandal
through me. It shall remain be-
tween us, and God in heaven will
hear."
"Do not torture me!"
"Well, listen! In a word. Last
night, late at night, I was returning
from the train, and on this hill sat
our Miriam."
"Alone?"
"No."
"With whom?"
"How should I know? I saw a
man's hat, a silk hat. Ile kissed her
on the neck. She was laughing and
nibbling sweetmeats."
"I know!" exclaimed Grenna, with
a voice as from the grave. "It is
not the first time."
"Thou didst know! What? Is she
betrothed to him?"
"No."
"No!" And thou didst know?"
"Yes."
"Grenna!"
But now Grenna is calm.
"Now be thou silent and hear what
I shall tell thee," she says, with a
rasping voice, and, grasping Hannah
by the sleeve, forces her to sit down
again.
"Listen," she continued, "I shall
tell thee all, and God in heaven alone
will hear us!"
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"When my husband died," Grenna
began.
"How are thou speaking, Grenna?"
"How shall I speak?"
"Without 'Peace be upon him?" '
Thou dolt not say, 'His spirit was
raised to heaven?'"
"It is all the same—whether he
died or whether his soul was raised
to heaven— -he was buried."
"Joined the graves of our fathers."
"As thou wilt—joined the graves
of our fathers—but he left me with
three orphans--daughters."
"Oh, a pity! Left no son to mourn
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"Still the prettiest —God bless
her!"
"Now she is sour, gray-haired. But
then she was as bright as the sun-
and—then I wits the pious scribe's
widow-1 guarded her as the pupil
of my eye. I never allowed her to
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me."
"Well, very good."
"Good as life," answered Grenna,
bitterly. "Come home to me and see
what she looks like now! Yes, she is,
truly a virtuous maiden, but 35 years
old! Thin—thou couldst count her
bones; a face sour, sad; lips always i nh
drawn. Very often those dull eyes ;
blaze up then burn with hatred—and ;
lost thou know for whom? Host
thou know whom she despises, whom M
those muttering lips curse?"
"Whom?"
"Me! Me, her own mother!"
"What art thou saying? Why?"
"Perhaps she, herself, does not • DR
know why, but I know! I have
placed myself between her and the
world, between her and the sun. I
have—how shall I say it—allowed
no warmth, no light to touch her
body. Night after night I haves
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thought of this, till I fathomed it,
clearly fathomed it. She must hate'
me —every fiber of her body hates I
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"What art thou saying?"
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somer and younger."
Grenna gasps for breath
chid cannot collect her thougand
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hts. She
hears something terrible; something,
worse than death, even worse than
"dying at the altar," the greatest mis-
fortune that can befall a Jew, and'
yet—Lord of the Universe—it must
be so!
"But I did not keep the younger,,
Leah, at home—she was employed as
a servant," Grenna continued, and'
her voice became hoarser, hollower.
"I objected enough then," recalled
, Rachel,
R ,aan et, "moved heaven and earth; a ' ,
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"I hoped that, at least, she would
get married, that she would have a
little dowry—one cannot save a
dowry from the onions which I sell."'
"And I guarded her also."
"Many an employer cast an eye I
upon her; many a respectable youth:'
wanted to make a plaything of her— I
but I am a mother. I was a true
mother! I tortured my legs and ten';.
times a day I went to see her to her
kitchen, begged and implored her.;
warned her. Ha! Spoke good words,'
pious words! Whole nights long I lay
awake and read the holy books, and,
in the morning, repeated them to her
and added something of my own ac-
cord! May God forgive me—one evil ;
spirit became ten, one lash of the
whip, a hundred. My words were
fire! and she was a weak child, a ;
weak, pure child; docile. The image
of her father—pale, without a drop I
of blood; and such good, moist eyes,
—but she was much handsomer."
"Thou (lost talk, may the merciful ;
One preserve us, as if she were
dead!"
"And lost thou think that she
lives? I tell thee she does not live!
She saved a dowry, and I gave her a;
husband!"
"She cried, poor thing, that she'
(lid not want him—that he is too
coarse, too common for her."
"But a student does not marry a
servant girl — with a dowry of thir-
teen roubles."
"I thanked God for anyone. A I
tailor. Let it be a tailor then. Well!
Ile lived with her one year! Took
her money and her health and what- ice
ever strength she had, and left her. ;
Ile restored her to me with nothing I I
—but consumption. She coughs blood.1
She is nothing but a shadow—not a',
human being. She cuddles up to me ;
like a child, as gentle as a lamb! And
whole night long she weeps.
"And dolt thou know why she'
weeps?"
"For her husband, may his name
be wiped off the earth!"
"No, Rachel. She weeps on my ac-
count! I have made her unhappy.
Her tears fall on my heart like mol-
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tears,"
She is once more silent and gasps

for breath.
"Well, I said to myself, 'Enough!' !
My third daughter shall live! Lire I
according to her own desire.'"
"She works in the factory—sixteen
hours a day and earns hardly enough
for bread. She wants sweetmeats,' ;
also let her have them! She wants'
to laugh, love, kiss—let her! Host !
thou hear, Rachel? Let her. can-
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No prayer at meals, at rising,
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And staff in my misfortune.
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