ANXIOUS and nervous from the expected sorrow of the coming day, Mr.
Mordecai rose early from his couch of restless slumber. Restlessly
he walked the library floor backward and forward, awaiting the
appearance of his daughter Leah. At length he said to his wife, as
she summoned him to the morning meal, "It's very late. I wonder why
Leah does not come down. I'll just step to her room, and see if she
is ready; fatigue and anxiety may have caused her to sleep later
than usual this morning. I'll join you in the breakfast-room in a
moment."
After a moment had elapsed, Mr. Mordecai stood gently tapping at his
daughter's chamber door. There was no response. He gently opened it.
The room was vacant. Not a sound or a voice greeted his entrance.
Stiff and well-arranged, the elegant furniture stood mutely against
the cold, cheerless walls. The ominous tidiness of the deserted
bed-chamber bespoke a fearful story. The father stood for a moment
in amazement, silently surveying the apartment, his heart half
trembling with a vague fear; then he said, in a hoarse, frightened
tone, "Leah, my daughter, where are you?" There came no reply, but
the faint echo of his whispered words, "Where are you?"
Stepping forward softly into the room, he paused again, and then
with slow, uncertain step approached the casement that looked out
upon the front garden. There was nothing without but the sunshine
and the breeze, and the passing crowd already beginning to throng
the streets. Again he turned, with anxious heart, away from the
crowd without, to the deserted room within. "Where's my daughter?
Leah, dear Leah, where are you?" A folded scrap of paper upon the
escritoire caught his eye, and springing forward he seized it, half
hopefully, half fearfully, and tremblingly unfolded it. These are
the words it contained:
"OWN DEAREST FATHER: Can you, will you ever forgive your disobedient
Leah? I shudder when I think of you, reading these lines in the
morning, when I shall be far away from your loving embrace! But,
dear father, you know I did not desire to go to Saxony, so far away
from you; fearing, yes, even knowing that circumstances would arise
to prevent my return. I cannot explain my meaning, dear father, for
fear of imperilling your happiness. I prefer to live on, as I have
done for years, with the secret of my sorrow-the secret that impels
me to this act of disobedience-hidden in my heart. I fear your
wrath, and yet, dear father, I cannot go. I prefer to remain and
marry the one whom, next to yourself, I love above all mankind-Emile
Le Grande. Yes, dear father, when your eyes peruse these lines, I
shall be his wife, and far away on my journey to our distant home.
He loves me, and I love him, yet more than once have I refused his
love, in deference to your teachings, that 'to deny my people and my
faith, by marriage with a Christian, was worse than death, and an
everlasting disgrace.' Can I hope, then, for your forgiveness, even
though I seek it on bended knees, dear father? Had I been allowed to
remain at home, I never should have married him, certainly not in
the clandestine manner I propose. I flee to the love and protection
of Emile, as an alternative to a dreadful fate. Oh! pity and forgive
me, father; love me, even though I bring sorrow to your tender,
loving heart. In my new home, I shall watch and wait for some
tidings, some missive like a white-winged dove, bearing me a single
word of love and remembrance from my beloved father. If it comes
not, alas! ah me! you may always know there's a sorrow in my heart
that no amount of happiness or prosperity can ever eradicate-a
darkness that no sunshine can ever dispel.
"And now again, and lastly, my father, I pray that the blessing of
the great God of Israel may ever rest upon your venerable head; and
will you not, too, invoke His blessing to descend upon the head of
your unworthy and unhappy child? Dear, dear, precious father, now
adieu, a long tearful adieu, till I receive your blessing.
"Sorrowfully, your own "LEAH."
Stupefied and amazed, Mr. Mordecai scarcely realized the import of
the words that his flashing eye devoured, till the familiar
signature was reached. Then, as if a flood of light had burst upon
his blinded vision, came the dreadful revelation; involuntarily he
exclaimed, "Eternal God! It cannot be! It is not possible, that my
child has fled from me! Gone with a Christian dog, to become his
wife; seduced by his honeyed words from the embrace of my love to
that of his faithless heart! Torn from my home to follow the
wanderings of a villain! Oh, God! Oh, heaven! It cannot be! It must
not be! I swear, by Israel, it shall not be! Oh my child! my
daughter, my own precious Leah? Where art thou? Where hast thou
fled, my daughter?"
In frenzy Mr. Mordecai smote his breast, tore his silvery locks, and
bowed in grief as the fatal letter fell from his trembling hand. The
depths of his sorrow were stirred, and the tears that flowed from
his burning heart left the fountain dry and shrivelled. Then, as the
calm succeeds the storm, so, when this fierce tempest of emotion was
passed, Mr. Mordecai regathered his strength, summoned the forces of
his pride, revenge, and hatred, dispelled all traces of his sorrow,
steeled himself for the duty before him, and with a heart of stone
in a bosom of adamant, took up the letter and descended the stairs
to the waiting family below. Untasted before them was the morning
meal. With wild look and emphatic step Mr. Mordecai entered the
breakfast-room, and stood before the family holding the letter aloft
in his trembling hand. "See here," said he, with a ringing voice,
"read here the story of a child, that sought to break an aged
father's heart. But hear me first. Hear this my oath. This heart
shall not break, I swear it shall not! Leah has gone-fled with a
Christian dog, to become his wife. Read it for yourselves when I am
gone; but hear me, you that remain. Sarah and Frederick. My blessing
shall never rest upon her, living or dying. As she has chosen to
bring sorrow upon the gray hairs of her father, so may God rain
trouble upon her disobedient head. May her children wander,
uncircumcised dogs, friendless, and neglected-as she has neglected
me-upon the face of the earth, ever seeking bread, yet feeling
constant hunger! Despised of her people, and rejected of her
people's God, may she ever feel the need of a friend, and yet find
none! Her disobedience is cursed forever, so I swear it by the God
of Israel! Mark my words, and remember my wrath!" he concluded,
looking fiercely into the eyes of the two children who sat silent
before him. "Read this for yourselves; and then burn it, and scatter
the ashes to the winds." No one made reply to that outburst of
implacable, burning rage, that so consumed the father's heart. They
had never seen him in such a frenzy before. Mr. Mordecai then
hurriedly left the house, and passing Mingo, at the porter's lodge,
went out without a nod of recognition. Urbanely bowing and smiling,
Mingo let his master pass, wondering at this singular breach of his
accustomed politeness.
As the lodge door closed after Mr. Mordecai had passed out, Mingo
bethought him of something, and hastily pursuing his master, said:
"Here, master, is this your yourn?"
"What?" asked the master morosely.
"This book, sir; I found it in the lodge."
Mechanically, Mr. Mordecai took it from the servant, and placed it
in the inner pocket of his coat, and then passed on without a word.
In the house, all were startled, all dismayed, at the disclosure in
the letter; all, save Rebecca, were filled with sadness. She felt no
regret. The brother and sister moved silently and sorrowfully about
the house, and in and out of the vacated chamber, hardly realizing
that their gentle sister had indeed gone.