Margaret Deland

“ Mistair Coleman iss not a Chr-ristian—'e iss a goodt man.'"
Her thin hands, all knotted with work, clenched with the passion of her defense of Mr. Coleman; then they relaxed, and she sighed. "But my fr'en' s'e say to me, "E iss a Chr-ristian.' An' I wass obligedt to belief what s'e say. ... An' I wass ... of mooch confusement, for Mistair Coleman iss goodt. An' I t'au't an' I t'au't. An' one day I say to myself: 'Mistair Coleman a Chr-ristian? Well ... I will study dis Chr-rist.' So, I study Heem. An'—" She broke off, her eyes widening with the remembered astonishment of her discovery. ”

“ The Light Which Is Darkness
Take heed therefore, that the light which is
in thee be not darkness.—Luke XI, 35.
BY MARGARET DELAND
THE little Jewess sat and stared into the fire. Three of us Christians were sitting there beside her; we had tried our best to entertain all of our guests—members of a little club of working-girls—but especially we had tried to "make conversation" with this speechless Russian. Our efforts were fruitless. ”

“ But I did not lak ze beoples. Dare wass many Chr-ristians. I wass ver' un'appy. I t'au't mooch of my gran'fadder, an' ... my niece. An' zat—plood. An' I wass un'appy. When I go to Fordt Hall, I look aroun' an' "—her pale lips suddenly snarled back from her teeth—"I look at doze beoples, all aroun' an' I say, in my heart: 'I hate you! All of you!' So I wass ver' un'appy. It iss un'appy to hate." She sighed, and stared again at the fire. ”