The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-01-24

/ till my debt is paid. swear It
thou knowest that | sweoH mot vain.
he turned and crept noiselessly
20 the uoor. Nor think TO betray
ue' ne ADDED. Sir David Is al
ready marked, and when fail a
oozeh VIII take my place. Tonight
OF tomorrow. The end will be the
lie was gone. She took O stumbling
step toward the door as though 10
ioiow MIN, then swayed and sub.
7ldeu slowly on her knees beside the
,taule. The minutes passed and she
ala not move. The twilight deepened
TO night and only the reflections on
ne ceiling and the red glow OF the
nre broke through the gathering
gloom Unconsciously her hand be-
gan TO feel over the silken quilt that
covered the chlds quiet form. In.
stlnctlvely she sought for the one liv-
ING comfort that was left her and in
stead touched something that was
cold--cold and harder than stone.
Yet another minute passed Real
l<atlon, Ike pale light breaking
through mist, came to her slowly.
neh she started up, her hands
searching in feyerish silence through
the darkness, and suddenly she
nloaned and stood still, arrested BIZ
the irightful annihilating thing that
she had touched She did not cry
ont after that. Her conception OF
life, half-childish, half-mystic as IL
was, left her crushed and helpless
before these grim realities OF death
aud dishonor. All reasoning almost
all feeling sang engulfed IN a chaos
or hideous, formless suffering. Not
Tor her were the consultations OF re-
lgion nor the stole behests of intel
lect.
religion, as much as drifted back
10 her in, that moment, was to her a
vague shifting substance to which It
was vain to hold out hands OF sup
plicauon and death itself, the last
refuge, opened out before her eyes
ON endless vista OF future lives filled
with the same agony In lower meaner
FORMS. Even now her childs soul
tainted with the dishonor Of its
birth. had passed on into some foul
body, TO begin the frightful cycle OF
It's transmigrat lions. For IL and for
her Nirvana, that state OF contempla-
tive measureless peace, was lost, and
out OF her dumb despair there arose
fierce somber resentment against
the forces that had dragged her from
her divine state A smoldering ha-
tired burned up among the ashes of
her grief-a hatred that scarcely
knew itself nor its object, but called
out to the unknown powers a pas
sionate vindication of It's own ex-
istence. Wronged, betrayed beyond
all measure, she beat wildly against
her invisible taunters, seeking venge-
ance. above all, escape
She rose, shivering in every limb,
and crept nearer TO the fire. Escape?
Was there none? In the days when
evil dreams had risen before her had
not she had the power TO lift herself
above them into endless spaces OF
peace and silence? Her bewildered
brain sought after the sacred formu-
las, her lips formed them-but no
change came to her. The dreams,
shaped as dead children as men and
women who Knocked and threatened
her, as cold dank mists and yellow
darkness, closed her in, and sudden
| ly, like some tortured fren2ied ami
NAL she screamed aloud
"Sarasyati,"
The door had opened. A flood of
| light fell upon her, and as though
lawaking from some awful trance, she
turned little and saw David Hurst
standing in the doorway. He was In
evening dress and his square broad
shouldered figure stood up massively
against the bright background.
! "Sarasvatii" he repeated. Il
thought | heard you call. Are you
! thereg'
IL am here
He switched on the red shaded
lights over the mantelpiece and she
saw his face.
Il came to say good-by." he said.
"The carriage is waiting. | wish |
hadn't TO go, but I've promised. Good
night, my wife"
"You are going" She passed her
feeble hand over her forehead. Eyes
II ember-tonight--" He watched
her in silence, vaguely alarmed. And
suddenly she came toward him on
tiptoe as In the days OF her lost
beauty. her fingers TO her lips, a
curious painful laughter in her eyes.
1.-the, graceful, almost feline, she
crept up to him and laid her hands
upon his shoulders. Take me with
you" she whispered. Take me with
you. am so tired OF the darkness
want the Highland music--and