Arizona republican., 1901-03-11

room. but when once the door was closed she sank on her knees by the old. home made bed and sought cJnso- lation of him who is a very present help in trouble
 Well, don't that beat you? thought I knowed women about as well as the Maker, but I guess I'm only in the A B c class yet. I wonder if there arc any two of 'em alike"
 CHAPTER XXlv.
 Toward morning Vahatha dropped into uneasy slumber and dreamed a dream. She thought she was wander ing by beautiful fake, set like gem m the midst of green forest. The water was as clear as crystal, and the sun was busy all the day etching love- ly designs in its depths with the leaves and grasses and flowers that grew on the banks. Everything was still as death. even the birds stopped their singing, and the south wind stole away and hid in the shadowy !eaf-clusters.
 And she walked along the wooded bank until she came to q tiny cave. moss-veneered, and with the delicate fingers of the ivy caressing it as though It was a living thing. And flowers sweet and rare held their lips up to be kissed and their fragrance was as sweet as che breath of angels.
 A woman lay in the cave sick unto death, and her nama was Love. And in her arms she held two babes, and she was kissing them for the last time. They were twins. One was fair as the morning in all its glory; hut the other was sad and grave and sweet like ev- enng chimes. And where one went the other must go throughout all time, for they were bound together by a mystic cord, And as she looked she saw that this cord was hollow as reed, and it was as though syphon connected their two hearts, for the blood was ever running from one to the other. And as the blood flowed back and forth their faces indicated the change When the twin that was like the morning was full her face shcne like the face of an angel and smiles full of rapture and love wreathed her sweet brow and lips. But when the one that was like the ev- ening chimes was full she became so sad you could not look upon her with out tears gathering in your eyes and choking in your throat. The blood of the one that was like the morning was white as snow, and the blood of the one that was like the evening was black as coal That was when they were born, and before they had taken the first step in the world. But now the blood was ever mingled, and neither fluid was ever by itself, for they could never be separated more.
 And as she dreamed she thought the centuries passed away as the seconds fly, and the twins grew old together but they went always hand hand and the syphon was ever busy sucking the blood of one into the body of the other
 And she cried with a loud voice and said; Who art thou that art doomed to travel together through all the ages and cannot be separated?"
 And the one that was like the morn ing answered in sweet tones, like the tinkling of many bells in tune: "We are the twins that are called joy and grief. We are always together. for we cannot part. And where my sister i: there must I be also: and when l lie down to rsst my sister lies down by my side. And when We visit man or wom- an, we visit together. and so it must be to the ending of time"
 And Vahatha awokc and wondered al the dream, for she did not understand its meaning. But we whc are old; wt understand.
 | tat earth. He forcsaw He would be S, rusy forgiving the sins pf the world II, would not have time for its suffering and sorrow, so He created women witt infinite capacities for self-sacrifice ant sympathy.
 She wages constant warfare witt sickness, and carries our gricfs even {, the feet of the cross. She chases grin death about from pillar to post, an( wherever he rages she is found ,amp ing on his trail.
 i All night Vahathl broodcl over ha, I lover, and for each sin of his commits sion she accused herself.
 But we, God and l. will save him, she cried to hs: soul. exultingly. "I my self will be the sacrifice. l will go tt him, aye, even to the bottomless pit, i ncsi be, and God will nerve me to thu sweet privilege, l know. I have Hi. promise to save to. the uttermost, anc He never forgets nor forsakes.
 Tt is my fault. should have beer kinder to him. l was often unnecessa rily severe. He used to believe; hi! faith was once as strong as mine. O how wish he had not taken that triI to the city. He has never been tht same since. He Is ike a new book il Nh old cover.
 'But-it is natural, I guess. for maj to doubt They want a reason for ev erything. If thing mystifies they prefer to doubt rather than to believe when 1t is so much >,as.er and better tt believe. It seems to me man glories il perversity. If not, why does he spend all his time in trying to prove there k no God. instead of searching for req sons to strengthen his faith in God He will sit up all night reading argu mcnts favorlng infldelvy, and allow tho m!cs to make nests in the leaves of hi. bible. He is like the child who search. es for worms and grrbs for his hook ir the river sands, needless Of the nugge ts of gold he paws aside.
 Tt seems to me woman's way is best lieves and knows and is satisfied. Af. ter all mans search for the truth wonder how much nearer the truth h.