The San Francisco call., 1903-12-20

said. The Child could not tell.
eft made me- cry" she answered,
but I felt good, too. I want her to
tell my brother that I am pretty
well. and that hope he Is the same
when she gets to heaven. Do you sup
pose she will get there by tonight"
They talked about her conduct on
that occasion so strangely and so long
that she never spoke any moro with
them about death or the life after It
But she thought about these things.
She wondered whether Mary Waters
remembered the secret place they
made together in hollow gate post.
Mary Waters had a way Of sometimes
telling things not quite as they really
were. Did she do so now? Or had
she told enough lies to send her to
hell? For liars inherit hell. 1t ia
not that this fact has been impressed
upon her mind by others. but she has
heard 1t in the Bible and heard it
read.
There are strange things In the Bible
One is commanded to refrain from do
ing so many things that one never
would do anyway. But those things
must have been done by the Israelites
and the Pharisees and the Hittites and
the Pubncans. Then did God mean that
the Americans must keep the same
laws7 But Americans were free and
equal They threw over the tea, and
with a wild whoop-waitl let US pre-
tendl
This is Boston It is still and quiet
Night is dark all around Soft and
stealthy come footsteps-ths Indiansi
They gather from the shadows Of the
trees and houses, they wave their tom
ahawks exultantly, they glide to the
wharf. In their path stands a little
girl IN a blue-checked apron. She falls
upon her knees In terror.
Save mel" she cries. The chief
laughs a horrid laugh; he raises his
tomahawk-the dog barks loud and the
child nearly drops the peas on her lap.
so frightened she is.
'I thought they were reall I thought
they were comingl" she whispers to
herself.
Let us think Of pleasant thingsI Peas
are so small If you count them by onesl
II people considered whenever they
gobbled peas so quickly that every one
had TO be shelled by one poor. tired
little girl! But no, they eat them with
out a thought Of how she sat in the
little tight chair and ratified them into
the pan. If they were only rich enough
to leave the chair and the peas and the
farm and go to a city! What city7
Oh, New York or Boston or Persia In
Persia the days are full Of richness
and the nights are Arabian. Along the
streets walk veiled and lovely women
does it matter that to the Child their
wreathes her mothers hat? BY all the
Persian monarchs, no.-driving black
dogs and white kinds, followed by tur-
baned slaves and glaring eunuchs. with
misty genii lowering in the back
ground. They enter a frowning por-
tal-but let US pretendi
This is Persia. The streets are mar
row; the people jostle and crowd to
one side a little girl in a blue-checked
apron. She walks along unknown, un-
noticed. Wait! Who is this? 1t is
slave in a turban with a scimitar fash
ing with jewels. He bows low.
Il am hidden to tell you that your
presence is desired by my master,
lovely maidenT" The lovely maiden
looks haughtily at him.
Il VIII follow you, Slave" che says.
They go on to a low, narrow door. The
slave says a magic word and the door
swings open. Through a long passage
and a great hall they go. There bursts
upon them a radiance of light. Flowers
I'LL the air with an unearthly fragrance.
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on silver salvers with dried fruit,
cakes and sweetmeats. which give an
appetite for drinking" Lovely slave
girls lead the maiden to the bath and
attire her in rich and costly robes.
They seat her in a golden chair and
give her a bowl Of seed pearls to string.
(These are the pearls.) She lifts her
lovely head and says in a voice Of sill
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