The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1905-11-30
CHAPTER VII.
At Hassem's House.

AL f1dSSem s house.
Ulin had lost none Of her wondrous
beauty; but she had become pale, and
the healthy flash Of the eye was gone.
Late in the evening she sat in her
chamber, with her brow resting upon
her hand, and ever and non a deep
sigh escaped her.
my dear, good Mistress" spoke AL
bia, gliding to the side Of the princess,
and resting her hand a~ffectionately
upon her arm, st cannot bear to see
you suffer so. What is it?"
1T is nothing, Abba" Ulin spoke
without raising her head, and her
voice was low and sad.
Don't tell me that" urged the at
tendant. She got down upon her knees,
and gazed earnestly up into Ulin's face.
"Oh, my dear lady, you are misera-
BILE and unhappy. Why will you not
pour out your sorrows to me? Perhaps
I a help you bear them. You know
l love you; you know that / will be
faithful. Tell me all. and I will suffer
with o If I can; and I will help you
If there is help to be had. AS l live at
this moment, so, if it should appear to
me necessary, would I lay down my life
for your welfare. Will you not trust
me?"
"Ulin leaned her head forward upon
Albia's shoulder, and burst into tears.
"Oh, Abba, o are my friend-you
are my sister. I know you love me;
and l cannot tell you how grateful /
am"
They why will you not lift the veil
from your sorrow, and allow me to
feel still more for you?"
II had almost resolved to tell you,
Abba"
Then make the resolution sure, and
admit me to your fullest confidence"
The princess dried her eyes, and
finally lifted her head from her com-
panion's shoulder.
Dear Abba, I know not how to COM
mence. I am a child-a poor, foolish
child-as you will say when I have
told you all. You will say that I de-
serve to suffer, and that punishment
should be mine"
NAY, my lady" responded the bond
maiden; you must not commence in
that way. Tell me first all the cause
of your sorrow; and leave it for me to
base my own judgment. Come-trust
me, and let me give you ali my SYM
pathy."
A few moments the princess was 81
lent, and then she said. with a low
tremor in her voice:
Dear Abba, when I said that I
would marry with the king I did not
think what I was doing. That TRANCE
dream, so wonderfully repeated. led
my father to breach the subject, and l
did not refuse. When he talked Of
my being queen, and of my giving
birth to a king to a king of Damascus,
thought it might be my duty to offer
myself. / did not then know Horam.
But-now-I have learned new things.
I dread the fate which l have courted.
| fear and loathe the man whose wife
l have promised to become. When l
first promised to give myself to Horam
felt that l could perform the duty
without the sacrifice Of any real vir-
tue or comfort Of life. But, oh, how
changed 1t has all become. Not only
does my whole nature shrink from the
sacrifice, but it seems as though a fate
worse than death were involved in the
ordeal. Last night I dreamed that Ho-
ram was my husband, and that he
meant to kill me-. He did not plan to
drown me, as he did poor Helena; but
he declared that I should be thrown
alive into a den Of wild beasts. It
makes you 'shudder, Abba"
"Oh. how t%errible!"
And yet, my dear girl, I dreamed
that / felt a relief when I knew that
death was coming, even though 1t was
to come so dreadfully. just think what
a state Of mind that must be. oh. it