Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-06-28

the eldest and trustiest cit IS prOvls-
Toned for years to come. There is no
door to the fortress, SO no one can en-
ter without the sentinel's knowledge.
Be viglant. Your head shall be the
price OF your remlssness
The days, the weeks, the months flew
by. One night poor traveller was wan
dering along, tired and hungry, his
clothing tattered, his heart utterly cast
down. At last he could walk no far
Their, such was bis exhaustion, and seek
inga spot to rest he saw the skeleton of
an OK in a neighboring field Thankful
for the shelter from the wind he crept
inside, and with silent prayer to God
fell asleep The elements ragged with
out, but he cared not for the storm.
He forgot his cares and 6uferings in
blessed, restful sleep
While the traveller thus slept, all I'M
conscious of what was preparing for
him, huge bird with mighty pinions
alighted from the distant hills. and, lift
ing up the skeleton with the youth at
rest, bore them aloft to the top of Solo
mons tower. The burden then
proving too heavy, it was set down on
the roof before the door of the beautiful
princess. Then the bird flew away
with a shrl! scream that awakened the
young traveller. He arose in terror,
gazed about him, and began to walk up
and down the roof, from which be could
decry only the rocks below and the
clouds above. In the distance he saw
the fast-disappearing pinons of the
| bird that had brought him there, and a
sharp pang smOte his heart as the full
measure of his Wretchedness was real
lied.
Suddenly he decries woman advanc-
ing toward him. She is young and
beautiful, and with a commanding air,
yet gracious and kind. 1t was the
princess taking her daily stroll on the
youth, exclaimed: "Who art thou?
How earnest thou here?"
Il am q Jew of Acco," was the reply.
at was bird that brought me-"
"But you are tired and tattered, " she
continued. "Iour face bears the mark
OF misery. You look troubled and suf-
fering. Come, tell me your history"
He told her of his wanderings and
how he had sunk to rest in the skeleton
Of an OK, and then of his flight through
| the air. And she listened cntrancod to
his story, admiring his courage and
sympathizing with his sorrows. She
had him clothed in new garments. Her
servants bathed and anointed him.
i
ance and his whole being assumed
Ioveler aspect. AS they spoke and
strolled together kindred tastes were
revealed. For the first time the prin-
cess realized the beauty in her fathers
words, which he had written decades be-
fore: "My friend is mine and / am
his" while the youth, as he contem-
plated the solitary tower and the lm-
prisoned maiden, exclaimed with Solo
mon: GA locked-up garden is my sister
bride, a locked-up spring, a sealed foun-
tain ~
The north wind blew and the south
wind blow. They loved, for both were
beautiful to each otherand the world was
Fly and seek happiness in some distant
spot, far away from the king?
"Nay, nay, beloved - she exclaimed.
"My fathers wisdom would discover
our hiding-place, and his chieftain,
Benaiah, would drag us back to Jerusa-
lem"
''Thore is one resource, dearest" he
rejoined, after a pause. Marry me
here"
"Marry you? Yes, that l will; but
how can we marry according to the law
Of Israel? Who're is the ink with
which to write the marriage certificate ?"
despair not, beloved. | am pre-
pared for every emergency" He
barred his arm, and, opening small
vein, used his blood as ink, and the
marriage was secretly solemnized, with
the words; MAY God be my witness
to-day, and the angels Michael and Ga
briel."
Their spell of happiness was brief
The custodians of the princess were
thrown into the widest CONSERVATION
when they discovered what had taken
place They stormed, they ragged, they
threatened. But it was too late to
argue with the pair. No more time was
to be lost, so they hastily sent the
swittest-footed of their number to the
royal palace, and the story was soon
told
Solomon at once ordered his mantle
to be brought. 1t was of green silk, in
terwoven with fine gold and embroid-
cred with images Of all kinds. He sat
upon it, and swiftly was horne on the
wind to the solitary tower.
"Where is the youth he cried, as he
gained entrance, "Who has dared marry
my daughter?'
Nay, father, the princess pleaded,
''be not angry with him. Reproach me
but spare him, for love is our master,
and thou didst write in thy Song Of
Songs love is as strong as death. .
$50 thou art the man who has pre-
sumed to marry a priIlcessw he ex-
claimed, scornfully, as The youth was
brought to him.
90 king, be not severe. | but obeyed
the words of Solomon: Many waters are
not able to quench love, nor can the