The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1903-12-26

eued Enclosures underground Descelu-
ing a few steps they found themselves
In long corridor out of winch opeheu
several small rooms some Is 10y II feet
I'm dimensions-throne rooms, so 10
speak. of the defunct and subllnated
bulls In the center Of the room stoou
the sarcophagus, hewn from single
block of granite or sandstone. the mass
i've shell Unfolding the remains or the
regal bovine which so many centuries
ago had housed the masquerading Osl-
ris
More than thousand years before
/ the last OF them had passed out OF the
life of Egypt, and not her own short
7 lifetime back. Il Frenchman OF Bou-
logne Marietta Pasha. had unearthed
their tombs, long lost in the irreverent
/ enshroudng sand Yet the solemnity
I Of it all. if any there was. did not
check the sCornful culver Of her lip as
Clarice reflected that her heart asked
not for Crisis. but for one friendly
touch TO save it from an aridity like
that of the surrounding desert. Alas,
cowcd by her oppressed feelings, intol-
eraatly rcsentful of Lucieu BOnvalc's'
degrading jealousy. scarce daring to
call her soul her own, She appealed
silently to the whole world for sym
patty, and there was none to heed her
and bring peace to her soul.
With quick sigh and a passing
tremor of her sensitive lips size averted
her dark brilliant eyes frum the sar-
cophagus standing grimly forth in the
Fare of the torches ana without
thought or intention turned them full
upon those of an attendant.
He was a young, handsome, pure type
( Arab. with clear, pale skin, clean cut
features, tall. sineWy, silent, gentle,
mysterious, suggesting an intensity Of
repressed passion. in that Pickering
light, down in the gaunt chamber of
death. his soul looked straight through
the glowing eyes which CLEANED be-
meath his straight black brows and
grasped that of the girl with sense Of
its desolation and hunger. 1t was a
river of cool refrcshment to her parch-
cd being. Life thrilled through her.
L
strictions numbed her by their viselike
grip, fell Off She breathed with the
joy of a released prisoner.
Her soul in that first impulsive mo
meut spoke back with all the eloquence
which can be uttered by the eye. 1t
was heart answering heart Time is
measured by intensity, not mere dura-
. IN va Ianfrt e thnt
ter perception, beStowal acceptance
and grateful relief - could not have
been a full minute But it was mile
stone from which life was to be meas
ured. When Clarce Bonvale left the
tombs of the Apis bulls and returned to
Cairo she was not an alien woman
alone in Egypt A friend was with
her, kinsman Of her heart-her proud
hungry young heart. The memory of
him in the long wanderings up the Nile
was tiny, bubbing spring in her be-
ing from which welled Solace and
strength. The rancor of loneliness had
departed. the wasting touch of aridity
was gone, the eager stretching forth
for something On which to lean felt a
prop and support. The image of that
Arab youth, the strong gentleness of
the passionate grasp he had laid upon
her. haunted her with soothing sweet
ness.
She seemed to feel it especially at
Philp. The soft charm of the little is
land and the graceful peace that brood
ed over t-sEe felt her new kinsman
more in them. With smile il oc-
Cured to her that here was where Osi-
ris the Bencticcnt was laid to his rest;
that to the old Egyptian there was 10
miehtpr oath than that sworn by
him who sleeps at Philc," 1t was AT
the solemn tomb that guarded the
stately bun which he had possessed to
be again with his adorers that she had
me- the one who had led her out of
I Egypt the dark land of her heart long
iugS that could find no rrSt When
would she soc linn next Would she
ever see hin again: And, if she did.
could he say more than he had said in
that first, quick, close. ma@ne ic fusion
of their souls? Well. Osiris the Bcupli-
cent. the struggler against evil, had
been good to her, II was enough.
They We're returning after their long
leagues up the Nile. At last their fee
we're Set homcward There was not 50
! much charm in that as that they We're
leaving Egypt, the place where she had
/ for the first time realized Lucicn Bon
vale
/ One night at Luxor she stood on the
wharf. waiting to embark on the little
steamer which pulled with impudent
impotence to be gone. Bonyale had left
her for a few moments on one of his
fuSsy. suddenly thought of quests,
Around her was a motley crowd, with
sprinklings of many nations i'm its mOv.
ing mass. In the noise and confusion
and small babel of Earring elements
strong fingers suddenly slipped smooth.
~. possrssiyely, into the hand which
hung listleSSly at her side. A hutter
ran through her, Her own fingers.
with an instinct of sympathy, closed
upon those which had been so gently
i