The Mena weekly star., 1913-04-17
Prologue of The
 Wandering Jew

n belt of eternal ice, the ueser' boundaries of Siberia and of North arn America-the extreme limits ol the two worlds are separated by the narrow Straits of Boring.
 The month of September Is just al It's close. .,. ,.,.
 The equinox comes in with dark ness and the northern storms-nlgnt will soon displace one of the snort and dull days of the poles.
 The sky, of dark violet color Is feebly lighted by sun when Is without heat, whose white dlSc' scarcely seen above the horizon turns pale before the dazzling brightness of the snow which GOV CTS and conceals the bast steppes'
 To the north, this desert Is bound ed by a coast bristIlng with Dlach and gigantic rocks. At the foot ol their Titantic piles lies, mouonlesS the vast ocean, with its lceDOuld waves. extended chains oI frozen whose blue tinted peaks are lost from view i'll a mass ol snowy Vapor.
 To the east, between the two peaks of Cape Ouillkine, the eastern coniine of Siberia, there Is visible line of darkish green, whence slow ly creep forth numerous white and glassy icebergs.
 It is Bering'S Straits.
 Beyond it, and towering above It, are the vast gigantic masses ot Cape Prince of Wales the extreme point of North America. These desolate attitudes belong no more to the habitable world; their piercing and fierce cold rends the very stones, cleaves the trees and bursts the ground, which groanS in producing the germs of it's icy heritage
 No human being would seem en- duced with power to dare the Soll- tude of these regions of frost and tempest-of famine and of death.
 Yet, strange to say. we trace steps on the snow which covers these deserts, these vast boundaries of two continents divided by Boring $ Straits.
 On the American side are seen footprints which, by their smallness and lightneSs, denote woman $ presence.
 She has moved in the direction of the rocks, from whose heights are seen, beyond the strait, the icy steppes of Siberia.
 On the Siberian side footmarkS, larger and deeper denote the pres ence of a man. It would seem that this man and this woman, thus reaching from opposite directions the eXtremities of the globe have passed to see each other across the narrow armlet of the sea which separates the two worlds.
 Still more strange! This man and this woman have crossed these solitudes during a fearful tempest
 Some black pines. the growth of centuries, pointing their bent heads in different directions of the soli- tude. like crosses in a churchyard have been torn up, broken and hurled in various places by the storm.
 Through the raging hurricane. which uproots huge trees, which drives before it the mountains of ice and dashes them in masse, against each other with the noise of thunder-through this awful storm these travellers have made their way.
 Yes, they have made their way without deviating, even for a pace. from the straight line which they have pursued, as might be seen from their equal, regular and we'll defined foottrack.
 Who can they be, these two be- ings who march onward thus calm and resolved in the midst of the conVulSions and throes of Nature?
 Chance, will or fatality has formed, beneath the iron shod shoe or the man seven projecting nails. which form a cross.
 And everywhere he leaves this trace.
 To see these deep imprints in the hard and polished ice. one could compare it to a sheet of marble stamped by a foot of iron.
 But a night without twilight has succeeded the day.
 Dark, dark night!
 By the bright refraction of the sun on the sea, the steppe loses ifs pure Whiteness beneath q heavy cupalo of so deep a blue that # would seem black: the pale starS are lost in the depths of this nal- pablo obscure. '''
 Silence reignsl
 But towards the Strait of Rarino a feeble gIimmer appears on tho horlzon. At first it is softly brH- hant blue as the light which nre- ,edes the rising on the moon; then me brightness increases, spreads ana assumes rQseate hue.
 In the other quarters of inc heavens the darkness waxes deener and the whitened extent of the des. ert IS hardly dishnsuishabIe from Inc midnight blackness of inc yanlt 1d Armament.
 Tn the midst of this obscurity are leard strange, confused sounds
 u would seem like the nighl of arge nightbirds as they flap lheir wings around and over the plain.
 But no cry is heard.
 Fms fearful silence betokens inc approach Of one of those imposing phenomena which strike with ter 'or all animated beings. from fha