The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-03-14

or if that fail, in any other fashion
that seems good TO you"
Thou shalt not KILL saith your law
tell Inc, then, Issachar, does it say thai
thou shalt hand over a woman to a fate
she holds to be worse than death
Doubtless it is foolish of her, and we
should not heed such woman's folly, yet
this one has a certain strength OF will
and l question If all the elders of the
city Will bring her living to the arms
of Ithobal.''
1T is naught to ME if she weds Tho
bal, or wedS him not, save that / dc
not love that heather man, and surely
she would bring ruin on him. What ]
would have you do is to prevent her
from marrying Aziel; the way leave
to YOU"
"And what should I be paid for this
service, holy Issachar?"
The Jew thought and answered: "a
thousand gold shekels."
1.-TWO thousand gold shekels," replied
Metem reflectively. Nay, / am sure
you said two thousand, Issachar. At
least, 1 do not work for less, and it is
a small sum enough seeing that to earn
it l must take upon myself the guilt of
severing two loving hearts. But l
know well that you are right, and that
this would be an evil marriage for the
Prince Aziel, and also for the Lady
ELISA, who then day by day and year
by year must bear the scourge of your
reproaches, Issachar. Therefore I will
do my best, not for the money, indeed,
but because ! see herein a righteous
duty. And now here is parchment.
Give me the lamp that 1 may prepare
the bond"
My word is my bond, Phoenician,"
answered the Levite. haughtily.
Mortem looked at him. Doubtless
he said, 'but you are old, and this is
a rough country, where accidents
chance at times. Still, the thing would
read i'll, and. as you say, your word is
your bond. Only remember, Issachar,
two thousand shekels, bearing interest
at twenty-five shekels a month. And
now you are weary, holy Issachar, with
so am L. Farewell, and good dreams
to you"
The Levite watched him go, mutter-
ing to himself: ALAS, that 1 should
have fallen to such traffic with a knave,
but 1t is for your sake and for your
souls sake. o. Aziel, my son. May God
grant that fate be not too strong for
me and you"
For two days from this night ELISA
lay almost senseless, and by many it
was thought that she would die. But
after she had been wounded. and noted
that her arm was but little swollen
md had not turned black, he announced
that she would certainly live. whatever
the doctors of the city might declare.
whereon Saxon, her father, and AzieI
blessed him, but Issachar said naught
1t was as the Phoenician was walking
through the market place the next
that an aged black woman,
hpf ha ~
aging that she had a message for his
EAR from the King Ithobal. who was
without the city. and who de-
sired to see the merchandise that he
lad brought with him from the coast
If Tyre. Now. Metem had sold all his
wares at a great advantage. Still, as
he would not neglect this opportunity
IF trade, he purchased others from his
elbow merchants and, loading two cam
is with them, set out for the camp of
lthobal, riding on a mule. BY midday
lie had reached it. The camp was
pitched near water in a pleasant grove
If trees. and on one of these not far
rom the tent of King Ithobal Metem
noted that there hung the body of a
black dwarf.
Behold the fate of him who shoots
It the buck and hits the doe Well,
have always said that murder is q
dangerous game, since blood cal out
or blood" thought Metem, as he rode
oward the tent.
At it's door stood King Ithobal. look
ne very hue and sullea In the sun
light. Metem dismounted ard pros
rated himself obseQuiousiy.
May the king live forever" he said j
the great king, the king to whom all
he other kings Of the earth are as the
little gods to Baal, or the faint stars to
he SUM-"
Rise, and cease from batteries, "
aid Ithobal. shortly. It may be greater /
han the other kings. but at least you |
10 not think So"
IF the king says so, so let it be- re- /
lied Metem calmly. "A woman yonder |