The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-01-30

the stIhed breasts and looking up
Hurst saw the stars were once more
above them And IN that instant the
yeil of passion was lifted from his
soul. Beneath that great vanlt OF
heaven. in sight OF that innnity which
is beyond apprehension, the despeT-
ate ruthless struggle OF the last hour
became a tragic symbol Through
tangled jungle OF falsehoOd. bigOtry
and folly, poor humanity fought It's
way upward toward God, killing and
hating only TO find at the summit OF
their pisgah the unfathomAOle mys-
ltery of the stars. And many had tal.
| len by the wayside. many had sui
fered--to no purpose. The ruins N
great temple rose up In stern re.
hinder or times passage and the Tin.
| iteness OF mans knowledge. The
stones OF the courtyard We're worn
away by ~eEsAifeFs- Who had passed
with their faith into the shadows OF
forgotten things--and In the distance
new faiths, new creeds, rolled on to
the same end.
A momentary hush had fallen on
the tumultuous crowd Like a boiling
torrent that has been freed suddenly
. y \
had spread out over the brow OF the
hill, swerying together again as they
passed through the mighty gopura,
and In the solemn majesty OF the
night even the chant OF the yogis had
died to silence. Hurst came on slow
ly. His strength. born In the heat OF
battle. forsook him now and his heart
beat faster with an emotion that was
\ "a FMS in ffr1 La1 - -.
him that with that sudden change
from the blackness OF the jungle TO
this holy twilight a miracle had taken
place In hrs own life He was not
the man who had wrested success
from an unwilling fortune He was not
the man who had sacrificed dream
10 an ambition. He was David Hurst,
the outcast, who come now 10 see,
for the last time. the hidden treasure
of his own soul. He passed beneath
the arch OF the gopura. Before him
lay the slumbering silver surface Of
the sacred pool. and ia the midst the
red reflection OF the beacon that
ed out of the water.
The multitude had poured down
toward the sanctuary and Hurst fol-
Z
that now fate alone had hold upon
the threads OF the future. The doors
OF tho sanctuary stood open. Those
who went in came out again, and
armed with Heilig's knowledge, Hurst
felt no wonder He allowed himself
to be caught once more in the
mighty stream that narrowed as II
reached the low building, pouring
| B., oh, ,asst Eat
| Hurst saw with his own eyes. The
sive stone steps led down into the
somber depths.
''Sarasyau, Sarasvau,"
! The shout seemed 70 come from
the heart OF the earth and those fight
ing with grim fanatic tenacity for
place upon the steps caught up
the cry and plunged recklessly into
the darkness. In the hideous melee OF
the descent Hurst kept his foothold.
Half carried by the crush on either
side. he passed helplessly over the
mangled bodies of those who had
fallen beneath the Juggernaut OF hui
man fury. Their last feeble groans
seemed 10 him louder than the shout
ing OF the multitude, for he was
ness had gone out or his blood.
"Sarasvati Sarasvatil"
The bottom OF the steps was
reached at last. For a moment Hurst
and those In the foremost ranks were
swept forward by the onrlsh from
behind. then as though at some given
signal, the swerving struggling mass
dropped to their knees and silence
a. % .
mosphere. Half hidden by a pillar
against which he had been thrown in
the final struggle, Hurst alone re-
NAMED standing Dazed, sickened and
half blinded by the blood that trickled
from his forehead, he was at first
only conscious OF a moving tangible
darkness. then little by little as his
vision cleared the Buried Temple
arose from out OF the mist of legend
and became an immense reality,
Istupendous realization OF his child
hoods widest dreams Tall slender
pillars, carved with the history OF
the nine avatars and lighted at their
base by the light Of innumerable
torches. lifted their graceful capitals
70 the dome which, invisible yet I'm.
aginAble. shrouded itself I'm perpetual
tihiNs fH'itupNNf Att'think LTONl VI
olet to sable hung in the side aisles
and hid behind their veil the dimly
outlined figures OF the temple SER
wants. and down the nave one long
flood OF delicate light poured from
the altar
All this Hurst saw, through 10 hls
knowledge his eyes never left the
.glittcring splendor that rose star-like
against the armament OF darkness.
/ Throne or altar could give IL no
name. He realized only the figure that
sat between the jeweled arms, the
dark head. crowned with one string
OF priceless rubies. resting half proud
ly half YEARLY against the high back
OF the golden chair Beneath. a white
ROBBED priest fed the altar fires with
incense ana a man. crouching on the
/ lowest step or the dais, had his face
! as though In worship.
The daughtes OF Brahma is In her
temple!"
The priests chanting tones vibrated
through the silence, and like an echo
thrown back a thousandfold. the
+ kneelinR Nlorshippers took up the tri.
iumphapt announcement and repeated
UT untM it rose In sonOrous waves az
passion into The vapltcd Weights OF
the TEMPLE Then The tide. checked
for n moment rolled forward and its
black waves beat against the altar