"One husband shall carry a lance so bright; He shall roam the desert for spoil at night; And when morning shines on the tall palm tree, He shall find sweet welcome home with me. "The other a sailor bold shall be: He shall fish all day in the deep blue sea; And when evening brings his hour of rest, He shall find repose on this faithful breast. "THE MOTHER. "There's no chance my child, of a double match, For men are scarce and hard to catch; So I fear you must make one husband do, And try to love him as well as two. "Goodbye, I must go to the office; kiss me, mother!" * * * * * "Well, good morning, Miss Rachael, junior partner; how is the firm business coming on? What must we take up first? You have been with me more than five years and it's always a smile and a pleasant word. You are twenty-five and not married. Some one of your race and faith is very slow finding out what a fine wife you would make. My mother was after me today, saying; 'John, you must get married; you are nearly thirty;' and I said; 'mother, if I do, I guess it will be Mary, or Rachael.' You don't know Mary, and I doubt if I would if I met her; I have not seen her for five years." "Mr. Cornwall, there's lots of mail to answer and in an hour you are to take depositions in the Asher case." "Rachael you are too practical. Why don't you let me love you. I am convinced that with just a little encouragement I would propose. It's time we both were married. We have never had a quarrel in all these years. I am worth twenty-five thousand and have a good business. You can have everything you want. Why not, Rachael?" "That's just why I am practical; to keep my head and my place; I like the work.--Yes, you can hold my hand if you wish and kiss me just once. But if you ever try it again, I must return to Louisville. Were you of my race and faith, you would not have to ask me twice. I hope when I do marry the man will be much like you; but he must be a Jew. We are a scattered people, without flag or country; yet a proud nation, seeking no alliances with other people. Your religion, founded on my faith, holds mine in both reverence and abhorrence. We have different sacred and fast days. I must eat other foods. We follow different customs in rearing our children. If I should marry you I must become a stranger to my own people and will be despised by yours. I will bring neither riches nor position and, like Ruth of old, must turn my back upon my own people. Thy people are not my people. For this time I will call you John, and again say it cannot be. I am crying; Oh! please! please let's work!" CHAPTER X. MARY AND JOHN ARE MARRIED. About two weeks after Caleb Saylor and Rosamond were married, John Cornwall left Harlan on a business trip for Boston and Pittsburgh. As he had never gone east over the C. & O., he concluded to travel that route, boarding the train at Winchester.