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

hands of men or from the nature Of
our abiding place. We must defend
ourselves, prosper ourselves and live
for what we make Of life. After that
we shall not know the troubles and the
joys Of the world, for the tombs are
restful and soundless. Is it not so,
my Rachel?"
She shook her head. "Thou hast
gone astray, Kenkenes. but thou vast
untaught''-
II have reasoned, Rachel, and the
power I have found in my ponderings
makes all the gods seem little. Thy
God must manifest himself more fear
fully. He must overthrow my reason
Ing before I can bow to him. And if
Of surety he is greater than the pow
er have made, will he need any adora-
ton or listen to my prayers? Nay,
nay, my Rachel. If thou wilt have me
worship, let me fall on my face to
thee
She interrupted him with quick
gesture.
"Kenkenes, have prayed in vain
for the light to fall on thee?" she ask
ed sadly.
He smiled and moved closer, looking
down into her face as he had done
when he studied it as Athor.
NAY, hast thou done that and hast
thou not been heard? Thou dost but
fix me in mine unbelief. Did any god
exist he would have heard the suppli-
cations. Come, let US make an end Of
this. There are sweeter themes
would discuss. Where hast thou been
haunted cave?"
His lightness sank her hope to the
lowest ebb. A sudden hurt reached her
heart. His unregeneracy suggested IN
faithfulness to her. Their positions
had been reversed. 1t was she that
had been denied. Duty reasserted it.
self with a Gliding sting.
II have been a guest with Masa-
nath'-
THE daughter Of Har-hatv' he cried
retreating a step.
'The daughter of mine enemy" she
W CAL OA. H11C lOuuU Liz uClc w dCCl-
dent and took me to her home in Mem
phis. There Deborah died. And there,
eighteen days agone, l discovered who
it was that sheltered me, and now l
return to my people,"
Kenkenes whitened.
"And leave me?" he asked quietly.
Think me not ungrateful," she said.
II have said no word Of thanks, since
there is none that can express a 1.-THE
IT my great Indebtedness to thee.'
II have achieved nothing for thee.
Not even have 1 won thy freedom. I
have failed. But shameless in mine
undeserts I am come to ask my re-
ward nevertheless" He was very near
to her, his face full Of purpose and in
tensity, his voice Of great restraint.
THAT which once thou didst refuse to
hear thou hast known for long by other
proof than Words" he went on. Let
me say it now. l love thee, Rachel"
Taking her cold hands he drew her
back to him.
"Once I forbore," he continued, the
persuasive calm in his manner height
ening, because l knew it would hurt
thee to say me nay I told myself
that I was brave then when the actual
loss Of thee was distant But thou
wilt leave me now, and my fortitude
for thy sake Is gone. I am selfish be-
cause I love thee so. The extreme is
reached. / can withstand no more.
Dost thou love me, Rachel?"
What need for him to wait for the
word that gave assent? Was there not
eloquent testimony in her every fea-
ture and in every act Of that hour he
had been with her? But his hands
trembled holding hers till she told him
AYE"
Then ask what thou wilt Of me, /"
he said, the restraint gone, despera-
ton taking it's place. Il submit, so
thou dost yield thyself to me. Shall
I pray thy prayers, kneel in thy
shrines? Shall I go back with thee
into slavery? Shall learn thy tongue,
turn my back on my people, become
one Of Israel and hate Egypt? These
I1AlS5S Will w duu uOIc 81 0AdAA
find thee all mine own when they are
DONE"
But she freed her hands to cover her
face and weep. Kenkenes sighed from
the very heaviness of his unhappiness.
'"Thou shouldst hate me If to win
thee I bowed in pretense to thy God, y
he said weakly.
Perhaps his words awakened hope
or perhaps they made her desperate.
Whatever the sensation, she raised her
head and spoke with sudden assump:
ton Of calm: Isl. ... a.
"Naught could make me hate thee,
Kenkenes, but I should know If thou
didst pretend Thou art as transpar.
ent as air. Thou art honest, guileless
too good to be lost to the bosom that
must have thrilled with Joy when he
beheld what beautiful soul his hands
had wrought. Few of his believers
have conceived the greatness Of Je-
hovah as thou hast, O my Kenkenes
In that art thou proved ripe for his
worship. Thou hast found his might