Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-01-25

aI1enaDle. He entered the bari Peni
had loaded with Rachers BELONGINGS
ana would not be coaxed or menaced
into disembarkirg
AT the Marsh of the Disseminated
Soul the bari nosed among the reeds
and grounded gently. Rachel stood for
a moment gazing sadly across the
stretch of sand toward the abrupt wall
against which it terminated inland.
Pepl, already on shore, reached a pa
t1ent hand toward her and awaited her
awakening. Anubis landed with q
bound and made in series of wide
circles for the cliff His escape aroused
Rachel, and she stepped out Of the
boat After moments thought, she
babe Pepi pull away from the shore
and await her at safe distance.
Il shall stay no longer than to write
my whereabouts on the tomb
With sigh that was almost a sob
Rachel walked back over the sand to-
ward the cave that had been her only
shelter once
She climbed the rough steps, but had
not reached the top before she paused,
transfXed.
An Egyptian, not Pepi, was hauling
q boat into the reeds. The craft Sc
cure, he turned up the slant, walking
rapidly.
There was no mistaking that COM
handing stature
Anubis descended on him like an ar
row. The man saw the ape, halted Il
fraction Of an instant, caught sight Of
Rachel, and, with cry, his arms flung
wide, broke into a run toward her.
The world revolved slowly about
Rachel, and the sustaining structure Of
her frame seemed to lose it's rigidity
Ehe put out her hands, blindly, and
they were caught and clasped about
Kenkenes' neck. And there in the
strong support of his Tightening arms
her face hidden against the leaping
heart, all time and matters of the
world drifted away. In their place
was only vast content, featureless
and full of soft dusk and warmth.
Gone We're all the demure resolu-
tons, the memory Of faith or unfaith.
Nothing was patent to her except that
this was the man she loved and he had
returned from the dead
Presently she became vaguely aware
that he was speaking. Though a little
unsteady and subdued, it was the same
melody Of voice that she seemed to
have known from the cradle.
"Rachel, Rachel" he was saying,
''why didst thou not 90 to my father
as l babe thee? Nay, do not chide
thee. The joy of finding thee hath
healed me Of the wrench when I found
thee not at my fathers house at dawn
today. But tell me, why didst thou
not go?"
IL teared''- she faltered after q
silence.
my father? Nay, now, dost thou
fear me-? Not so, and my father is but
myself, grown old"
1T was not that feared him, but
that l feared that thou And she
paused, and again he helped her.
''That l was dead? That had played
thee false? Rachel! But how couldst
thou know? Forgive me. Since the
tenth night left thee l have been in
prison.
I'm PRISON. she exclaimed, lifting
her face. ALAS, that 1 did not think
of it. 1t is mine to beg thy forgive
ness, kenkenes, and on my very
knees
$50 thou didst think it, in TRUTH
She hid her face again and craved his
pardon.
But he pressed her to him and
soothed her.
may, l do not chide thee. Had I
been in thy place 1 might have thought
the same. But it is passed, gone with
the horrors of this horrible season. Osi-
ris be thanked"
"Thanks be to the God Of Israeli
she demanded from her shelter.
And the God of Israeli" he said ODE
diently.
NAY, to the God Of Israel alone.
she insisted. raising her head.
He laughed little and patted her
hands softly together.
1T was but the habit In me that
made me name Osiris. There Is NO
god for me but Love"
$50 long, SO long, Kenkenes, and not
any change in theeT" she sighed.
"How hath Egypt been helped of her
gods these grievous daysY
1.-The gods and the gods and ever the
4ods!' he said. what have we to do
with them? Deborah babe me turn
from them, and this have done with
all sincerity. Much have l pondered
on the question, and this have 1 con-
cluded. Egypt's holy temples have
been vainly built; her worship has
been wasted on the air. There was
and is Creator; but, Rachel, that
power whose mind is troubled with the
great things is too great to behold the
petty concerns Of men. My fortunes
and thine we must direct, for, though
we implored that power till we died
from the fervor of our supplications,
It could not hear, whose ears are filled
with the murmurings Of the travelling
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