The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-12-18

sandstone. the massive shell unfolding the remains of the regal bovine Wnicn SO many centuries ago had housed the mas querading Osiris. .s.
 More than a thousand years before the last of them had passed out ot tne hie of Egypt, and not her own snort iiie,ime hack a Frenchman Of Boulogne, Mariettef Pasha, had unearthed their tomos. long lost in the irreverent enshrouoihg ssnu. val the sojemnity of it all, if any there uas dId not check the scornful culver or her lin as Clarice reflected that her neart as,ea not for Osiris. but for one trienuiy to,,ch to save 1t from an aridaty hke tnat of the surrounding desert Alas oo"eo h,, her onpressed feelings. intoierantiy re- ssntful of I,ucien Bonvales degrading 3salousv scarce daring to call ner soui her own, she appealed silently 10 the whole world for sympathy. ana there was none to heed her and bring peace to her soul. ., .rn.,,o.
 With A quick sigh and passing tremor o, h.r sensitive lips. she averted her dark, hr,Ii,snt eyes from the sarcophaRus' s.andiny grimIy forth in the flare Of the ,orcbes and. without thought or intenuon' turned them full upon those or an at- tendant. u. +,,,.
 us was a young handsome, pure type Ar.h vitb clear, pale skin, clean cut yaatures tSll. sinewy, silent. gentle, mys- terious suggesting an intensiy oi
 nressed passion. In that nckering hsht, down in the gaunt chamber or oea.n' ms soul looked straight through ene sio"s eyes which gleamed beneath ns his ct hrows and grasped that Of the Sirrs with sense of its desolatfon ana
 Surser If was . river of cool refresn- msnt to her parched being. Life thrilled through her. The shackles. whose usn.- ar,n~ coDatrictions numbed her by tnefr vineIixe grip. fell off. She breatned with the ioy of q released prisoner.
 Her soul in that first impulsive mo- ment smoke back with all the eioquence which can be uttered by the eye, was l heart answering heart. Time IS meas ured by intensity. not mere durauoh. IHe whole length of that encounter--percsp, lion. bestowal, acceptance and grateful ralief--couId not have been full min ute But 1t was a milestone from which life was to be measured. when Clafice pouvale left the toTnbs of the Apis pulls ana returned to Cairo. she was not an alien woman alone in Egypt. A friend waa with her, e kinsman of her heart her proud. hungry young heart Ine memory of him in the long wanderlnss LID the Nile was tiny, oubonne sprns In her DG1nK ITOUE WtNSR
 ana strenSth. The rancor of loneliness had denarted, tho wasting touch of arid ,ty was gone, the eager stretching forth for aornethinw on which to lean felt Q prop ana support The image of that Arab youth. the strong gentieness Of the naaaIonate grasp he had laid upon her, haunted her with a soothing sweetness.
 She seemed to feel it especially at Philae. The soft charm of the little is- land and the graceful peace that brood- ed over it--she felt her new kinsman more in them: With a smile 1t occurred to her that here was where Osiris the Renehcent was laid to his rest, that to the old Egyptian there was no migntier oath than that sworn "by him who sleeps at Pbilae." It was at the solemn tomb that guarded the stately bull which ne had possessed to be again with his ador- CTS that she had met the one who had led her out of Egypt, the dark land or her heart longings that could ma no rest When would she see him next! Would she ever see him again? And If che did could he say more than he had said in that first, quick, close. magnetic fusion of their souls? Well, Osiris the B~nNfcent. the struggler against evil, had been good to her. It was enough.
 They were returning after their long Iaap,,es up the Nile. At last their feet were set horneward. There was not so much charm in that as that they were leaving Egypt. the place where she had for the first time realized Lucien Bon vale.
 One night at Luxor she stood on the wharf. waiting to embark on the little steamer which puffed with impudent i'm potence to be gone. Bonvale had left her for few moments on one of his fussy. suddenly thought of quests. Around her was a motley crowd, with sprinklings of many nations in it's moving mass. In the noise and confusion and small babel of jarrinR clements strong fingers sud denly slipped smoothly. possessively into the hand which hung listlessly at her side. fiutter ran through her. Her own fingers, with an instinct of sympathy, closed upon those which had been so gently pushed into her warm palm. She looked up with a soft welcoming of child like eagerness.
 There in the flooding light of the moon stood her hearts hnsman, the strong young Arab of the Serapeunn. 1mpassive. powerful with a repose that the west knows not of, his dark eyes under the strong brows burned with fire which told of his intense feeling.
 His eyes bent on her unwaveringiy, he murmured softly. 'T have brought YOU my heart and something to remem- Der me by when you are gone so far away to your country. Do not forget me in the long years to come or that love you"
 The crowd pressed. He was gone He had melted into 1t. and was lost. Clarfes raised her hand and, with tremulous smile, looked to see what artless sou | venlr he had left with her for .rememb- rance of him-two tiny images of Osiris and Isis, such as are found in the tombs! Osiris the Beneficent!
 By him who sleeps at Philas," she said to her heart.
 Come, are you ready?" asked Bon | vale. reappearing. |
 Yes" she answered quietly, slipping | the figures into her pocket.
 Ten years later. on Christmas Day | again, . beautiful woman In black stood