The Washington times., 1912-05-02
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
Darkness andDawn
By George Allan England o,. yDSy AM., ca,
Copyright, 1s11
(T'he Frank A. Munsey Co,

vigil.
Dawn broke, all a fame Of gold and
crimson, as they landed in a sheltered
little bay on the west shore.
Here, though the forest stood unbro-
ken IN thick ranges all along the back
ground, II had not yet invaded the slope
that led back from the pebbly beach.
must have been a splendid orchard, they
caught a glimpse Of white walls over
grown with mad profusion of wild
roses, wistarias and columbines.
This was once upon a time the sum-
mer- place, the big concrete bungalow
and all, Of Harrison Van Amburg. You
know tho millionaire, the wheat man?
II used to be all his in the long ago.
that time can never change. 1t was his
wei. It's ours now. Our home!'
Together they stood upon the shelving
beach, lapped by, the river. Somewhere
caroling with liquid harmony.
Stern drew the rude boat up. Then,
breathing deep, he faced the morning.
,oo,f You S.r and ! Beatrice" said hs, and
And love!" she whispered.
And hope and lifel" And the earth
reborn. The arts and sciences, language
and letters. truth, all the glories OF the
world handed down through us!
Listen! The race Of men, our race,
must live again-shall live! Again the
forests and the plains shall be the con-
quest Of our blood. Once more shall
sea-, and the world go on to greater
wisdom, better things!
"A kinder and saner world this
time. No misery, no war. no poverty,
for we are wiser than those other folk.
and there shall be no error
He paused, his face irradiate. To him
REQUIRED the prophecy OF the greatest
orator
slowly he spoke again:
Beatrice, 1t shall be a world where
thrones have crumbled and where kings
are dust. The aristocracy OF idleness
shall reign no more! world without
a slave. Man shall at last be free!
A world at peace, adorned by every
form of art, with music's myriad voices
thrilled, while lips are rich with words
Of love and truth. world In which no
exile sighs, no prisoner mourns: world
on which the gibbet's shadow shall not
fall.
IA race without disease of flesh or
brain. shapely and fair, the welded
harmony OF form and function. And as
| ] look, life lengthens. Joy deepens, and
| over all in the great dome shines the
eternal star of human hope!
And love"' she smiled again, deep
and sacred meaning in her words.
within her stirred the universal moth
erhood. the hope Of everything to be,
| the call OF the unborn, the insistent
| bryo.
And love-" he answered, his voice
| now very tender, very grave.
Tired. yet strong, he looked upon her
And as he looked his eyes grew deep
and eager.
sweet as the honey of Hymettus was
| the perfume OF the orchard, all a pow
der of white and rosy blooms, among
which the bees. ollen-dusted. labored
at their joyous. fructifying task. Fresh
| the morning breeze. Clear, warm. radi-
ant the sun Of June, the summer sun
uprising far beyond the shining hills.
| Life everywhere-and love!
| Love, too, for them. For this man
this woman, love: the mystery. the
pleasure and the enternal pain.
! With his unhurt arm he circled her
! He bent, he drew her to him as she
raised her face TO his.
And for the first time his mouth
! sought hers.
Their lips. long hungry for this mad
ness, met there and blended In kiss ol
passion and Of Joy.
Crhe End.)