,A MODERN DEBORAH.
Translated from the German by H C, Collin:
At‘the eastern extremity of tin? long.
straggling street of Nagy-2:»..lethy. are
the crumbling ruins of a deserttd
house.
More than forty years ago. when the
Hungarian people awoke and began to
rattle their chains, there lived in this
house a young Jewish couple, Adm:
Sonnenfeld and his wife Eglantine.
Although scarcely fifteen years of age
when her husband first took her from
her lial‘ents’ watchful care. she was no
half-opened'bud, but a glorious wo-
man. a blooming rose of Sharon. Son-
nent‘cld, like many a young i“31111-2111
townsman, was a slender. fni.-..:lired
young fellow. His young wife. light,
was a lovely Jewe-ss of the purest Type.
Suppressed fervor lurked behind the
cold gaze of her dark, scornfzzl eyes.
and the mobile mouth could soften
sweetly to the warming kiss or harden
with deliberation for command. Her
husband was merely a pracucal man
of business, of a sly. and cunning dis-
position, called good-natured by his
friends because .he was too cautious to
risk doing an injury.
In spite of the differences in their
characters, Egl-a seemed to love her
husband even more than her father-
land, and that speaks volumes, for she
was an ardent Hungarian. She had
borne her husband two children, and
through her teaching they were grow-
ing up with. a fervent love of home and
fatherland.
One morning at breakfast, having
scanned the newspaper, she co“ —
mcnced:
“Adolf, ever? one is taking up arms
for the father-land, old men, boys and
even women. Why do you hold back '3”
“Are you mad?" cried Sonnenfeld,
half-irritated, half-frightened; “what is
Hungarian liberty to me? I am a
Jew. Even if I wanted to go to the
war they would only laugh at me. I
don’t know how to hold a gun.”
“You can learn—”
“I shan’t think of it!" cried Sounen-
feld, cutting her short; “we have sol-
diers enough—I am no hero.”
The truth came home to Egla that
. her husband was no hero, very short
ly. Ilussars came into the village, and
then all who had hitherto held back
came forward and joined the colors.
Sonuenfeld alone was not to be seen;
he seemed to have disappeared, and
only came in sight again after the last
horseman had quitted I\’-a.gy-l‘{€e3..;ethy. A
Egla found out afterwards that he had
been hidden in a recess in the cellar,
and supplied with food and drink by
the cook.
From that day she treated him with
silent disdain. That proved more gall-
ing than open hostilities or reproaches.
Hitherto he had taken no interest
whatever in the struggles of the fath-
erlaud, but now he began to interest
him-selfmore and more. But his sym-
pathies were all with the anti-Magyar
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‘nent‘eld bowed obscquiously
party. He hated the agitators who
had robbed him of his wife’s love, and
the patriots whose heroic courage had
branded him as a coward. He. could
barely hide his joy when Windisch-
gratz, with the imperial troops,
crossed the frontier and pushed on to
Buda-Pe-sth, but Egla grew ever paler,
ever quieter. When the Hungarian
capital fell and the national troops fell
back on Debriezin, Sonnenfc-ld felt sure
that all was over. He went about ra-
diant and joyful, as if he had won the
victory or inherited a million.
It was not long before the First Im-
perial Light Cavalry showed them-
selves in Nagy-Nemethy. A whole bri-
gade followed and pitched camp in the
neighborhood. Some of the soldiers
were billeted in the village, and the
general himself took up his quarters
in Sonnenfeld’s house. The husband
surpassed himself in hospitality, loy-
alty and attention to the wants of his
guest. Egla, who held herself aloof,
timid but ini'mical, one day saw the
general kick her husband out of the
door. She felt as if her heart was
crushed, then the blood rushed to her
face, but she endured to silence.
A few days later, hussars appeared
in the neighborhood, and the Imperial-
ist outposts exchanged shots with
them. During the night the brigade
became alarmed, for the Hungarians
approached on all sides and threatened
to overwhelm them. Every one was
afoot, the inhabitants stood in the
street doors whispering, while cannon
and heavily armed cavalry rattled by.
Egla, who had dressed “herself rapidly,
found that her husband had left the
house. She glided out after him, only
to find him bylthe garden hedge deep
in conversation with the general. Son-
as he
spoke. and the general laughed amica-
bly. That laugh seemed to Egla even
more insulting that the kick he had
givon husband a few days back.
Sim only caught detached words and
i.<'_*'.:l;etl phrases of the conversation;
hi i r110 gathered that while her hus-
ir. ..< assuring him of his devo-
t ._: the general was complaining that
. . -r. gain no information even
:;o:‘-. poorest peasant. At sunrise
:v ,: .‘1.._,’.;'_:ll;|t arrived bearing a sealed
1 :ter for the general. on reading which
i gave the order for the Imperialist
tr )ops to withdraw to the south.
Business was at a standstill. Son-
uenfeld alone showed a restless activ-
ity. He contracted for provisions of
all kinds for the supply of the Impe-
rialist troops. and after visits from sus-
picions-looking characters would ab-
sent himself from home for days to-
gether. Egla watched him with anx-
ious heart and increasing uneasiness.
One beautiful. sunshiny winter’s
day, hussars, with loaded cal-blues,
rode into the village. The villagers
received them with. loud hurl-abs and
cries of welcome, and the joy was in-
creased when a Ho-nved battalion fol
lowed them on foot. The Hungarians
halted, picketed their outposts, sent
lit-r
w EEK
out patrols to all points of the com-
mas. and their duty over, began to
think 0f the comm-issariat. The inhab-
itants of Nagy-Némethy brought out
the best they had to compensate the
brave fellows, if ever so little, for the
hardships of their campaign. Egla
did not like to follow the example of
the others without first obtaining ,her
husband‘s consent. She went in, search
of him,_but was unable to find him,
either at home or anywhere in the vil-
lage. Evil foreboding-s took possession
of her mind.
Night closed in. Every one slept in
Nagy-Nemethy-cvery one but Egla.
She sat on her bed waiting and listen-
ing. She felt that she must listen and
wait for something! Something so
terrible it hardly took form in her
mind, yet it was something that had
been hanging over her for a long time.
She sat and waited—one hour—two
hours—till she grew drowsy from Sheer
exhaustion. Suddenly she was star-
tled. Was it the sound of shots?—
what was that confused noise? The
trumpets brayed, words of command
were heard, and the firing increased.
She ran to the window, and as she
threw it open a bullet whisticd past
and impinged upon the wall behind
her. She drew back quickly and ex-
tinguished the light. There was fight-
ing in the streets of Nagy-Nemethy.
The Imperialists had advanced upon
the Honved battalion under cover of
the night, and the Hungarians had
been overpowered. A few of then.
managed to escape with the colors,
but the rest were taken prisoners or
died the patriot’s death.
Egla sat in her room like one in a
trance; her thoughts stood still. The
time passed away, but she was beetl-
less of it, till suddenly she started at
the sound of voices in the next room.
Her husband had returned, and with
him— How well she knew those
clear, commanding tones as she lis-
tened to the words of praise and the
promise of a great reward—to her hus-
band.
The Imperialists did not remain long,
and her husband went away in their
train. Egla obtained a conveyance,
and, wrapping her children up warm-
ly, drove away with them to her fa‘
ther’s house. Having placed them in
safety, she returned home on the third
day, and awaitingher husband’s re-
turn.
On the fourth evening after her re-
turn she heard her husband enter the
house softly, like a thief, and like a
thief he started when his wife, candle
in band, stepped out of her room be-
fore him. Placiag the light upon the
table, she seat-ed herself, and coldly
and sternly, like a judge, she com-
menced her examination.
“Where were you?”
“I have done a good bit of business.”
“I know‘it.”
“I have delivered a contract for
bread and bacon to-——”
“You have delivered up your breth-
ren? You spy!” shrieked the Jewess,
flaming with in dign'ation.
THE DEAR HOME LAND.
Words by CLIFTON. BINGHAM.
Andante moderato con espress.
Music by WALTER SLAUGHTER.
Arr. by W. D.
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A - pril rain; There were blossoms in the woodside,sang the birds a - gain. But my heart cried out in longing, all was sad to
home all grew, And I missed the happy dear ones that of old
wonder’d if ’twas springtime far a-cross the sea! In
wonder’d if they miss’d me far a. - cross the Sea ! In
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dream of
be;
Did the sun- light shine on
me; Did they sometimes long just
a - cross
a - cross
the dear home-land, far
the dear home-land, far
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to clasp my hand 01‘ perchance,was l
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the sea,
the sea,Did they wonder was I Lap-ry, did they
the old sweet strand, Were the birds of ' A - pril sing-ing
for-got-ten
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2. I
could not find the blossoms that at .
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“What do you mean?" Sounent'cld
was pale as a ghost.
the general.”
“Anything further?”
band tried to laugh.
The beautiful Jewess stood up and
gazed steadily in his face. ""his fur-
ther. You are a traitor and deserve to
'die, but I have loved you and would
not have the name that I have borne,
and the name of my children, dishon-
ored before the world. You shall not,
therefore, swing from the gallows as
you deserve, for I will let you kill your~
self here upon the spot.”
“I believe you have lost your rea~
Son,” cried her husband.
For answer she glided quietly into
her room and fetched a loaded pistol.
“You must die,” cried Egla, “and if
you have sunk so low that you do not
understand how great is the enormity
of the crime you have committed, or
if your cowardice be so great you dare
not kill yourself, then I will be your
, executioner in the name of the father
. land.”
She placed the muzzle of the pistol
: against his breast. when the wret-ch
! fell upon his knees, begging and en-
treating her to spare his life.
The tragic figure stood superbly
above him, gazed at him for a mo-
ment with unutterable contempt, and
then uncooked the pistol.
“No, truly, you are not worth pow—
der antic-shot.”
She turned from him and went into
her own room, when he feverishly
sprang to the door and fastened it be
hind her.
Egla listened, and when she felt cer-
tain her husband had gone to bed, she
wrapped herself in a fur cloak and
stepped out through the long window
into the night.
' As day broke the tread of horses
I sounded in front of Sonneufeld’s house,
and a few blows from the butt end of
a musket soon broke open the door.
Hussars, with his wife at their head,
burst into the room where he was
sleeping.
“There is the spy,” cried she, coldly;
i"he is my husband, bur 1 would see
and the bus-
1 him hanged.’
i Sonnenfeld, whining vainly, pleaded
5 for pardon. as the hussars bound his
‘hands behind him and dragged him
forth. His wife looked on silence.
When the rope was placed round his
neck, and the end slung over the lime-
tree. she swung herself into the saddle
of a horse that the hussars had pre-
pared for her, and galloped away, fol-
lowed, in a few minutes, by the sol-
diers.
At the takingof “'aitzen a beautiful
woman rode in front of the Honved
battalion—it was the Jewess of Nagy-
Némethy. Once again she was seen in
the forefront of the fight when the
Poles of Mazuchelli’s regiment stormed
the green hill of K-onzorn at the point
of the bayonet. ant. there she fell rid-
dled with bullets, but- vn'apped in the
standard of her country and staining
the colors with her blood—Argentina
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heart cried “ go ;” It was springtime.and the dear ones,they had miss’d me so. They came with smiles to greet me,aud to me
slower. espress.
heart with joy was breaking in the dream I dream’d, My heart with joy was break-ing, in
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- woke once more— on
dear home - land, far
Dear Homeland-a
“I overheard your conversation with .
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my way
FEATHERED FRIEND.
SOME ERRONEOUS IDEAS REGARDING
THE OSTRICH CORRECTED.
One Egg Equal to Eighteen of an Ordi-
nary Fowl’s—Forty Minutes Required
to Boil :Hard—Food Tossed in a Sac]:
in the Neck Before it is Swallowed.
The ostrich has been observed with in-
terest from very early times; it has
frequently been the subject of remark
by African travelers; and it has been
domesticated and farmed in the Cape
Colony for some thirty years. Yet it
is remarkable how little is known
about it in scientific circles, and how
many misconceptions still prevail as
to its nature and habits.
This article is founded on personal
observations made during nine years
of uninterrupted ostrich farming in the
Karroo of the Cape Colony, and dur-
ing travels about the country general-
1y.
The ostrich hen lays every day, and
the egg weighs about three pounds; it
is a tasty and nutritious food, how-
ever prepared, very rich and excellent
for making pastry and cakes. The
empty shell of a fairly large one ex-
actly held the contents of eighteen
fowls’ eggs. It takes about forty min-
utes to boil an ostrich egg hard. The
period of incubation is about six
weeks.
The old idea that an ostrich can only
leap over a very low fence, or across
but the narrowest sluit (gully), is in-
correct. The birds will, when startled
(never deliberately), sometimes go over
a six-strand wire fence nearly five feet
high, .putting one foot on one of the '
middle wires, and striding over with
the other.
Considerable misconception prevails
as to the manner in which the ostrich
runs. When a bird really settles itself
to run it holds its head lower than
usual, and a little forward, with a deep
loop in the neck. The neck vibrates
sinuo-usly, but the head remains
steady, thus enabling the bird, even at
top speed, to look around with unshak-
en glance in any direction. The wings
lie along the sides about on a level
with or a little higher than the back,
and are held loosely just free of the
plunging “thigh.” There is no at-
tempt to hold them extended. or to do
rive any assistance. from them as or
guns of flight.
Even as a chick the ostrich is a pow-
erful swimmer. I have known several
birds to swim some distance down the
Great Fish River when it was running
fairly strong. .
The ostrich feeds in a peculiar man-
ner. It tosses the food into a sack in
the upper part of the neck, and then
swallows it. I have seen a bird toss
fully a quart of mealies (Indian corn)
into this sack before swallowing: and
it is no common thing. to see two.
“swallows" traveling down the neck at
the same time with a clear interval be-
tween them; or to see one of them (it
of large and loose food, e. g.. grain)
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the nature of the soil.
a little quicker.
o - ver-uow-lng with a deep con - tent; In
slide back into the sick aft'ér Béifi'g
swallowed, if the bird lowers its head
to continue feeding before the food ‘
has traveled some considerable dis-
tance down the neck. The food travels
slowly and performs a complete circuit
of the neck before reaching the crop.
Jruslled bones are greedily eaten; if
too large a piece should stick in the
net-k, it is a simple matter to cut it
on and sew the wound up again.
As the breeding season approaches
a cock and hen will pair, and, having
selected a site congenial to their in-
clinations, proceed to make a nest.
The nest is simply a hollow depres-
sion, more or less deep according to‘
It is made by
the pair together. The cock goes down
on his breast, scraping or kicking the
sand out backward with his feet, cut-
ting the earth with his long and pow-
erful nails. The hen stands by, often
fluttering and clicking her wings. and
helps by picking up the sand with her
beak and dropping it irregularly near
the edge of the growing depression.
When satisfied with their work (and
they are easily satisfied, often too
easily) the hen begins to lay an egg in '
the nest every day. During the laying
,period the nest is often unattended,
and is not slept on at night. A nest
in which only one hen is laying con-
tains on the average about fifteen eggs;
but she often begins to sit before she
has laid her full complement. Some
times she will lay four or five after be
ginning to sit, though not often so
many. The hen generally begins the
sitting; she will occasionally sit for
one or two days and nights before the
cock takes his turn. When sitting as-
sunles its regular course, the hen sits
from 8 or 9 a. m. to about 4 p. m., and
the cock from 4 p. m. to about 8 or 9
a. In. The bird whose turn it is to be
on the nest keeps its seat until the oth‘
er arrives to relieve it, when they at
once change places.
The color of each is admirably
adapted to the time spent on the nest,
and furnishes interesting examples of
protective coloration. It is scarcely
possible to conceive a more effective
disguise than the sober brownish gray
of the hen for day sitting, and the
black of the cock for night—S. C. C.
Schreiuer, in Zoologist.
- As It. Looked toAHim.
People who have seen cottonwood
warp when it came from the saw can
appreciate a story Gene Ware tells
about the first savvmill erected at Fort
Scott. After the first day’s sawing
the owner of the mill came down from
town, where he had been celebrating
the “opening” with the boys. He looked
over the crooked boards scattered
about the yard for a moment, and then
inquired with drunken gravity:
"Boysh (hie), has that lumber been
measured yet?”
“It has not,” replied the foreman
of the mill.
“Well, when it gets still, take a (hic)
corkscrew and measure it.”—Ka.nsas
City Journal.
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dream I cross’d the we - tel-a, for
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it seemed. My
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the album I dream’d,I a -
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i. - cross the sea, They re; member me, they miss me, and they pray for me!
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