Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-02-16

| consciousness that he, the hrst master
builder in the vicinity of Jerusalem, wal
undertaking the trade to the point of alb
surdity, one might almost say, of indecency
What could it matter? Lazarus would have
given Annas q villa to be at Capernaun
just then.
On this evening, as he walked nervously
up and down the strand, watching the sail
of Zahara, he observed man stop and watch
the same, with something more than casual
attention, The man was a fisherman. He
cast the deep and always grave eye of his
calling upon the sea. Il hope those fell
lows will not row the women too far, he
said, 1--WE are to have achange in the wind. d"
Then Lazarus perceived that he knew the
man, and said: 81 salute you, Peter. Tell
me. The lady is not likely to get into any
trouble, is she, yonder?"
Lazarus. salute you. Your face is a
stranger of late to me. As to the lady, all
I can say is that these pleasure boats are
poor affairs. 1t is 8 singular thing to me
thai the richer q man is the more doth be
tempt danger upon the face of the waters.
Never yet did I know property to supply
mariners sense"
With these words Peter passed on, for he
was a busy man. Peter had fish to get to
market But Lazarus had Zahara in crazy
y.
scious of each others thoughts, almost as
Indifferent to them, as if they had been
separate and divergent plants swinging in
space; neither knowing that the time and
the topic were to come, upon which their
natures would beat as one pulse, and that a
throbbing artery.
Peter, the fisherman, had already turned
the curve of the beach toward the town
when q light breeze tickled the surface of
the lake, as fingers play with sensitive flesh.
The water seemed to writhe little play
fully. Then sound like slight, protest
ing laugh wbirred across from shore to shore.
This was followed by a little shrek
of rising wind. Then, in a mo-
ment, came whirl and darkness, foam
and fury, uprOar and confusion. One of
the violent and dangerous squalls to
which GaliIee was subject struck the lake.
The peaceful tints of the water darkened
into angry masses of color; pearl and rose
and gold became slate and black and iron.
Cries arose from the pleasure boats. The
clumsy sails OF the age, struggled in the tor
nado, and came down. People made for the
shore as fast as their senses permitted. These
flaws from the gorges among the hills were
greatly feared upon the shores of the lake,
and there was little fooling with them.
Cries of excitement or fear arose from the
boats and from the benches. One mad little
boat capsized, but a couple Of sturdy young
Jews were the only passengers, and, being
nearly ashore, they swan for it comfortably
and attracted but little attention.
The wind mad now beaten itself into a
maniacal temper; and q vicious-looking
storm-cloud swung over the sea, and hung
in mid-heaven. In the midst of the uproar,
the sun sank; and the sudden darkness Of
the hill-country was added TO the dismal
scene.
Among the crowd upon the beach-a sour
rylng mass of incoherent men, these land
ing, and those shouting, some pushing up
the shore to get away, and others pushing
down to it to see what was going on-one
man stood in kind of stupor, straining his
eyes over the black belt of water, where the
foam was flying wildly. 1t was Lazarus.
He was transfxed with agony. Zahara's
boat had become invisible.
"a boat" cried Lazarus, suddenly start.
ing to his senses, "a boat to save lady! A
boat and boatmeni pay price for itl''
But the bystanders shook their heads,
looking dogged and sullen through the half
light. No man stirred. Lazarus ran down
to the water and seized a skif and began to
push it out wildly. Half a dozen hands
snatched it away from him.
"You get no boat and no boatmen from q
Galilee fisherman in blow like this, said
one of the men imperiously, eff you would
kill yourself-which is contrary to the law
you get no help from u.s."
At this moment an authoritive voice came
crashing into the crowd:
ga boat! A boatl Fifty denarin for |
boat and the rowers thereofl'' 1t was the |
voice OF the High Priest. his venerable |
figure trembled with terror. His long
beard blew in the wild wind. His face was
convulsed. A Roman, standing by, said |
"some of his women are across the lake"
Lazarus ran up to Annas and poured forth |
wild words-a torrent of them; offering his |
services, himself, his body, soul, all Lazarus
to save Zahara.
"But wrench thou the boat from these
craven fellows and will reach her, by the
God of our fathersi 1 save Zaharap'
Annas, in the naturalness of the awful |
moment, held out his hand and grasped the |
hand of the builder. The two men swayeG |
together on one mighty impulse. They ran
down into the water, wading out. The high |
priest flung handful of gold into the face |
of a fisherman with a force that knocked |
the fellow fat, and, snatching his boat from |
him, hauled it into the water. Lazarus |
sprang in. Then the senses of the High |
Priest returned to him.
fare you familiar with seacraft?'' he |
asked suddenly. Can you row well?'
NO." answered the inland mechanic, |
mot well. But 1 have handled oars. 1 |
can get to her"
''She is safer without you," answered the
High Priest, coldly. The storm was now a
tempest. 1t beloved at the two men, so
that they could with difficulty hear each
others voices through the blast The lake
had become a curtain of cloud, and wind,
and night. The High Priest stood distract
edly calling certain slaves of his, and urging
them into the boat.
"Ho therel In with you'll Row forthI
Row yonder to your mistress, ye dogsr
Lazarus, moved by one of the uncon-
trollabls impulses that madden or inspire
men, turned from the disheartening scene
and dashed off down the shore upon his own
Scarcely knowing what he
did, or why he did it, but urged BY the wild
longing to get as near as possible to the en-
boat, the young man rushed along
the edge of the lake on the leewsrd side of
the storm, making mad haste, scrambling
1ver rock and wreck, and beating onward
blindly. OF course, if Zahara had crossed
the lake, it was a hopeless undertaking to
reach sight of her. But, suppose she had
been blown out of her way, the boat might
even be in sight, as soon as the clouds should
lift, and the course which the lovers instinct
iook proved not so aimless as it seemed.
Lazarus made, in this wild way, a long
or leagues, for aught he
1new-he had lost all estimate of time or
Ipace. Whether it was midnight or morn
ng. if he were in Capernaum or Jerusalem,
ne knew not, when suddenly, to his blurred
md bloodshot eyes there appeared vision
If little beaten boat, laboring heavily in
he sea, and blown directly toward him half
leapue ont Iazarus flung all his snnI |