Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-12-21

braid her, yet even this slight consola-
ton was denied her by the cruel Ma"
haranee,
by this means close the avenue that
had been made for missionary work.
Just as | was losing hope we caught
sight of Jumeeras slender form
through an arch at the further end OF
the court. Without moments hesi-
tatlon, l bounded after her, she fed
from me like a lawn, but overtaking
her threw my arms around her gasp
ing: "Jumeera, Jumeera, don't run
away, have something to say to you"
Reluctantly she turned her face
wearing all expression Of defiance.
What do you wantY' she asked
sulklly.
II want to talk to you, Jumeera," I
said kindly. throwing myself upon a
mat, and drawing hcr towards me. She
squatted In front Of me, but would not
allow me TO take her hand.
What do you want with me Mem
Sahib2" she asked again In naughty
tone.
II want you to let me come and see
you sometimes" / said.
you want to come and see me, Men,
Sahib?" she replied frownlng resent
fully, what for? / have no presents
to give you!'
And want none, Jumeera," ] said.
III want nothing, but that you should
let me love you, She stared at me IN
creduously,
Wont you try and love me, Ju-
meera?' / pleaded.
why, / don't know how to love
Mem-Sahib," she replied, Smiling a
little this time), ''and even II / did,
you would not believe II, | have no
gifts 10 prove II TO you"
20 Jumeera!" / cried, ut pains me
so much, that you will not understand
that do not want anything from you,
except your love, for l love you, Jul
meera, indeed l do" Sobs choked my
utterance, and even she seemed touched,
for she drew closer to me. and taking
the end of my sash In her hand, she
pressed 1t to her lips and said in soft
ened tone;
"Gurrah Pawwah" protector Of the
poor "how can you speak like that;
am an outcast, 4 widow, and cursed
by the gods. no one can love me"
THAT is just why / came, Jumeera,"
said, drying my eyes, because know
some one who loves you very much"
Taking her hand | told her OF our low
ing Heavenly Father who made this
beautiful world for us, his children, to
live In, and assured her that she was
Just as dear 10 him, as I, She seemed
TO understand, for the frown vanished
from her brow. and her beautiful eyes
assumed dreamy expression, as II
searching In her mind for some forgot
ten memory.
How l should Ike TO see the Chris.
tain Cod" she murmured
You may, Jumeera," | replied, "
you will live for IT," and / explained
that II we were worthy In this life, We
should one day return into His pres
ence.
"And are you quite sure He loves me,
-Sahib?" she asked with eager
anxiety. assured her that knew
that He did and also that He had prom
Used 10 take special care OF widows and
orphans. Suddenly an idea seemed to
strike her, and springlng to her fett,
her eyes flashing, and an expression OF
intense hatred, upon her face she de-
manded lercely.
"Then why doesn't He kill the Ma
haranec"'
| was terribly shocked, and gravely
told her that our Heavenly Father did
not work IN that way, but was gentle
and forgiying, ano if she allowed o
spirit Of vengeance TO take possession
OF her, lie would be greatly displeased.
The poor girl was broken-hearted at
the rebuke, and wept bitterly.
II knew he would not love me II he
knew me-" she sobbed and It was some
time before she was sufficiently calm
for ma TO explain. that inasmuch as we