The Detroit times., 1914-01-05
CHAPTER ~.

above all, memory- flooded back TO
him as though somewhere in his brain
= tiny, yet fatal eliot OF blood had
matted, setting free a long thwarted
tide. The morbid rage against his kind
ana against himself passed Ike an
evil dream. All existence. even 10 hla
own, seemed glo.1fled in this one per-
feet being, anu with this recognition
ot Perfection OF the Supremacy beau
Uful, came deep sense of freedom,
Of release from crushing Supplying
burden. without turning, he felt for
Heilig's hand, ana grasped it fever.
1shly.
rs she asleep?' he whispered
"She hears ana sees us not, Heilig
answered. But also she sleeps not
Her soul Is with Brahma. where there
IL no thought, no passion, no desire,
only an endless contemplation.
Her eyes are lileless. How divine
her eyes would be-. VIII she never
awake"
mot If the dear God is merciful
Hurst asked no further. he sat on
motionless and silent, unconscious
that the darkness behind him had
melted into the luminous gray of dawn.
and that the lamp above the altar had
faded. And suddenly shaft OF light
fell upon the dreamers face, ana
spread about her enveloping shrine
and god in one golden splendor
Come Heilig said imperatyeiy
Elm little while those devil worship
era of hers will return. There is dan
ger. Rouse yourselfl
Hurst seemed not TO hear him, ana
Heilig took the oars and carried them
to his place. Thy own soul seems
mot OF the wakefulest,' he muttered
in HIS own language. He began
row vigorously toward the shore, ana
with an oath the young man al n
pew tuFHeA- upon hun his 4 Ats ele1l---
ed, his black brows contracted
stop" lie said sayagely What
are you doing? 30 you mean 10 leave
her thereto those fends?
-4Iailig- continued 10 mil sIolcally- II
the oars.
..what would you haf me do?' he
asked.
"saye hel-take her with you--any-
thing
And SCI fire TO God knows what
powder-miae9 Afy friend. do you
share Herr Ehot's complacent belief
that Indian fanaiicism is dead Ana
what hat you to offer Sarasvati, the
divine daughter OF the gods? Will you
2if her to your parson TO Christanlze3
Will you lei her serve as ayah TO your
honorable mother VIII you make her
as these miserable outcastes, whose
faith yen have Iamplcd under foot
His big voice scftened. NO. no;
leaf her TO her faie-such rs. 1t Is;
Il Il the one TO which she was born.
Leaf her 10 her dreams-and TO TINS
her world"
Hurst put his hand to his head like
man waking from a long sleep.
~ beg your pardon" he stammered.
For moment the thought made me
mad--but YOU arc right--it would be
cruel--a hell for a hell And she be-
longs to this" He broke on ana
looked about him. the tense muscles
Of the face relaxing gradually $
though the beauty OF the transformed
world sank into his very soul. IT is
All part of her. he added, half 10
himself In silence they reached the
rough landing-place. The dawn was
passing slowly into day, and though
the phantom nisht-shadows still linz
nered in the temple courts. the nina
rets and pillars bathed their highest
points In the golden glory OF the sun
rise and threw their proud reflections
into the sacred pool beneath them.
And life awoke. The waters rippled
AGAINST the walls of their rocky prison
beating out soft melodious music,
and the leaves OF the solitary bo-trees
Tustled a mysterious converse with
the breeze. Above, ? delicate network
OF white cloud 6rifted to the west,
leaving an overwhelming space OF tur-
GuOiSe which faded into gold and am
her. and an awakening bird winged
'her way through the clear air 10 her
nest among the ruins.
Professor Heilig laid his hand upon
his companions shoulder. His rugged
resolute face had softened.
II hat shared my secret with you
he said an part IL was yours--but
tell no one OF 1t. unless you would haf
them say that you are as mad as an
old German professor. These things
are not for the wise and practical"
Hurst reused himself He looked
back at the island shrine. now glsten-
40 in the full daylight. and his face
11orkened.
>'Perhaps one day the wise and prac-
III will find her" he said with a
1en fear.
METER. In an hour she will haf
6Dpeared. Do your clever friends
ne at midnight or at daybreak to
Temple TO the Unknown? No. no,
~ are too clever for that They
low that the old Sakti rites are no
nre and that Kali has ceased to ask
6od as Offering So they come IN
- cool hours or the afternoon, and
<1k grave nonsense about dead reli-
Hon and old civilizations. and the prog
Dnoo OF Christianity. and the dear God
hows what else, until The very shad-
~ mock at them. A mystery Yes.
a. q mystery. An empty sanctuary
9hith at midnight belches out IFS
hundreds. and at daybreak lies dead
md silent. Yes. grant II you I. too,
IS not understand. but one day when
am tired OF life. 7 will try and find
0nt." dIe gave n grim laugh, and be-
IN 90 stride toward the broken gate.
Unx OF the outer temple. But then
<flhaps, n will be too late. and the
<ocfuary will haf opened OF herself
~ your wise friends will haf found
&ofr wisdom a poor thing compared
The folly they despised. | hope
&n11 III 20 see tit would be m
1nk.s He glanced sidewise at his
nnnfon "You do not listeu," he
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