Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-06-28

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lost in the cycr-,hiiting SandsY
"'ASk your own heart, and be mind.
ful of its dictates. | cannot deceive
YOU if | would, for Allah has created
me to keep watch and guard over you.
II was convinced that the maiden
spoke truly. Turning to my ycilcl
companion, after one last glance TO
ward the city, | said;
"lcad on. | will follow YOU with
out reserve put my trust in you, al.
though the way appears difficult and
the end is rs closely vcilcd in obscurity
and doubt rs are your features hidden
from my sight.
"She turned and walked ncc,ly
across the desert, and soon the blisStuI
city was lost from view below the hor-
iaon, and all around us lay tho silent,
mcrClcss sands.
"Dav after day and night after
night we ploddcd on. Sometimes an
awful sense of WEAKNESS oppressed me;
my feet sunk TO the ankles in the re-
morselcss, yielding sands; the intense
heat shrivolcd my skin and parchcd my
lips. But my companion was never
weary and paused not. If | turned
laggard she prompted me to greater
excrtiou with the words: Even the
'cscrt has an end. Iondcr lies your
way. The troubles you now endure
are but blessings in disguise. At the
end there is eternal peace and laurel
wreath for your brow, Would you
fall now, after you have suffered SO
muchp"
AT each sound of hervoicc my faith
was renewed rs if by magic and my
strength came back TO me.
at seemed to me that months had
been consumed in our Journey, when at
last we attained the banks of a limpid
stream. Beyond it was a stretch of
palms and ccdars, intcrminglcd with
| luxurious plants and the most cNquis-
ite of flowers.
"'Iou have attained the reward of
your sutlerings,' said my guide. Here
at last is rest and peace. All your
journcyings are at an end and now
comes your reward. llcnccforth you
will never know want, but pass your
remaining days on earth in doing good
to your fellows. Our paths lie a little
apart from this time, but | will watch
over you. A sense of my presence will
always be vouchsaicd to you. and in
Paradise we shall be reunited
"'But, | implorcd, why must you
angel, my guide, my savior in all the
trials which have bcsct my path. Re
main ever at my side, for | may yet
fail without your aid
81 would that it might be so; but
fear it cannot. BE patient. In anOth-
cr state of existence we cannot be part
cd
".Thcn let me see your face once
before we part Your voice has sus-
tanned mc-to look upon your features
would be far greater bliss.
"'Know YOU not that the face of an
Arab maiden is ever yelled? Even Sc
it is with the angels when in human
company. If you should but look into
my eyes | should become human like
yourself; though our companionshil
could never end.
land that is my chief desire. was
my response; and scizing hcrvci / tore
it from her face. 1t was not a couu
tcnancc of rare beauty, as the world or.
dnarily judges the Establishments o
women; but it was pure and sweet ant
true. 1t touched my heart rs never
had woman 5 face appealed to it be
fore.
1.-The great soulful eyes looked stead
fastly into my own. You have founC
me, after years OF vain searching, ant
released me from my bondage. Hence
forth am with you to the end of life
For you | was created, and faithful vii
| remain unto you until death; anG
even the grave will not hide Us from
each other.
Il awOkc, The fire had died away
to cmbcrs, and the room was GROWN.
cold. Long marvc.cd what such ;
dream could portcnd. Weeks ROLLED
by, and the face OF the Arabian maidcr
was ever before me. The month,
passed into years and still every lin
camcnt Of those angelic features an,
the expression OF the deep, soulful eye
remained implanted in my memory
Half unconsciously | scanned the face
Of thousands in the busy streets, bu
among all the hurrying throng tia
face was never encountered. Still,
was impressed that one day | shoul,
find it. perseyercd in my profession
and, when downcast by adverse for
tunes, that silent face strengthened
me. as it had in my dream of the jour
ncy across the desert. y
Il had become intensely interested
for my friend was an excellent story
.oller. At this point he paused.
"Well," said !, inquiringly, "wha
came Of it?'
Two years ago" he continued, .
came to San francisco. One day
shortly after my arrival, | WAS stand
ing on strcct-corncr waiting 1or
car, and in the meantime turned anc
carelessly glanced at case of photo
graphs displayed al the foot of u lligh
OF stairs leading to an artists studio
gave start as my face rested upot
one face. The deep, dark eyes locke,
into mine, the regular features, lh'
very folds Of the hair, caught up grace
fully over the high, intellectual fore
head, were those of the maiden of M
dream!
II lost all interest in the car AN,
hastened up the stairway TO the studio
The photographer evidently considered
me an escaped lunatic.
You have a picture in your case be
low-whose is itP' ! inquired nervous
ly.
"A picture! Why, there are tw
hundred! How should know wuici
one you meanP'
livery true; did not think of that
But, pardon me, sir, one of those pho
tographs reminds me most forcibly q
an absent friend whom ! greatly desir