Day, and invited the newcomers to stay and have tea, which invitation was readily accepted. The conversation about the weather was general, and then the Sunday morning service at the church was mentioned. The compelling deep brown eyes of purehearted Mosetta Ellen Day, glowing with love for humanity, rested curiously upon the speaker; but she said nothing. Mosetta was of fine perceptions, and high mentality; possessed of great originality of thought, nor was this young woman's greatness wholly of the intellectual sort. Great she unquestionably was intellectually, but she was even greater morally? The best blood on earth was in her veins-Israel's red blood of Courage and Faith-Mosetta loved truth. Every fibre of her brain was honesty itself. Hypocrisy and hypocrites she hated with all her soul. And above all there was that out-pouring of sympathy for suffering humanity. She was a close student of human nature, full of life, and ambition and romance; a wonderful young woman-gifted with insight and expression-of broad culturewith the great artist's mind—almost a girl -young in years, but old in wisdom; she of the Ages. had a thirst for knowledge coupled with an amazing imaginative faculty. There was in her something beyond definition or description. It was power-seemingly unconscious of its own strength-unstudied, impassive, without one touch of haughtiness. She was usually silent, but saying that which she wanted to say in the straightest words; alive to everything around her, entirely without pose, or pretense; even in temper, showing breeding to her finger-tips. Her expression of beauty was illumined by the reflection of goodness; her oval face combined the traits of Keenness and Kindness. These qualities, as we all know, are not often found in the same person; yet they are the right and left hands of Justice. Mosetta had an abiding sense of the presence of God,—to her in a strange way was given a broad comprehension of the infinite purpose of life, which, working out its mission through right and wrong, makes for the human good. Mosetta Ellen Day (though American born), felt, as if it were seared in her heart, the woes of the oppressed of her people who fled here from the terrors and miseries and penuries of foreign shores-the "Jewish Pale" and other barbarous, malignant impositions put upon them in Christian (?) nations abroad. A vision of better things yet to bebeckoned Mosetta on-ever on-she had heard "voices" and seen "His Power" Light her way. With inspired wand she had already written several remarkable books, wherein she had tried to express "visions" of this inward Divine mystery-using her trenchant pen to better the condition of the poor,-for the uplifting of mankind. To make the world and human race, She had visited her humble friend, Mrs. Schmidt, that afternoon, to render her some service; and took no part in the conversation at first; but, when the taller nurse again made some slighting remark against the Jews, evidently not knowing Miss Day to be a Jewess, Mosetta straightened at this point unconsciously in her chair, and her full, well-curved lips made a fine, firm line as she replied: "It is obvious, Miss Muller, you do not like the Jews!" "No, I do not," was the curt reply. "I almost hate them!" of the Ages. "You know," she added with a selfsatisfied air, and a German accent, “I am a Catholic!" "You may be a Catholic, but are you a Christian? And if so, why are you so narrow, bitter and bigotted," persisted Mosetta, "as to vent your hate against any race? Especially a race which has done so much to uplift mankind; and which has given to the world the Bible?" "Ah, I see," exclaimed the nurse, as she suddenly felt her friend's foot beneath the table trying to stop her outspoken dislike for the Hebrew race; and ignoring the well-meant interruption, she continued: "I see you are a Jewess." "Of course I am," Mosetta replied, with deep pride shining in her great, brown, luminous, love-lit eyes. "You know," she added, with a fearless honesty and beaming_smile, “that my ancestors were Kings and Queens when yours were savages dwelling in caves?" A moment's tense pause ensued, the sound of the street cars came distinctly to them, and the ticking of the clock on the mantel was strangely loud. Mrs. Schmidt was trying to change the subject, but Mosetta wanted to convince the antagonists of her people; so she returned to the attack. "Of course," she said, "I ought not to dignify your slur upon my people with a reply, but, unfortunately, you represent a prejudiced and bigoted class of Christians filled with that vicious form of brutal ignorance and prejudice-this malicious sentiment which is seldom concealed, except for business or diplomatic reasons, and which finds its easiest and most venomous expression in race and religious hatred. "There are a certain stamp of Christians with a fancied superiority-little snobbish associations of narrow-minded men-organizations of of the little selfimportant nobodies who gather in Clubs and pride themselves on their 'exclusiveness' and who use their brain and time to offer affront,-insults to a great race. These mongrel Christians who imagine that in their veins flow the most illustrious blood in the universe. "We are we; don't you know!' They ostracize the Jew socially in their Clubs, and 'Mongrel' associations, these exclusive snobs;-and like toads in a puddle-puffed up by their own conceit, sit in solemn circle, |