The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-01-13

der winch a miracle Ntu diioNfu Hlll
20 draw into the empty treasure
house Of his lie.
AS u gardener watches the opening
of some lovely flower so he-had
watched the marvel ot her develop.
meut swiftly yet surely, Nith all
the powers OF assimilation ot her or
iigin she had acquired his language
a partial understanding for his world
Almost without his knowledge she
had crept into the secreJ places OF
his heart. but her own heart re.
NAMED CLOSED He stood forever on
the threshold and Knocked and for
ever she answered with the lmitless
I surrender OF her whole self and for
ever he knew I'm her life there was a
sanctuary-known hardly 10 herself
where he would never tread And
ne loved her the more For love is
born OF mystery and dies when IL Ia
fed on the plain gray truth which IL
sometimes not quite SO true us our
dreams
The darkness deepened and still he
waited patiently, allowing the hal
lowed evening peace 10 sink deep into
/ his being, then she turned 10 him and
lifted her face TO his.
My beloved" she said simply.
! he took the slender hand lying on
the stone-work and held it, aad there
was again silence. But ii was as
though the two spoken words con
tinued 10 vibrate on the still air like
notes OF music drawn from an instru
ment by the touch OF master.hand
"Sarasvati," he said at last, this
7 L.
Yes" she answered He felt that
her whole life concentrated itself In
that answer and yet there was al
ways that unconscious reservation.
why do you ask me-" she said. DO
you not know the answer"
II am not always sure" he returned
thoughtfully "Yes--sure OF your an
swer--of you-but not of the truth
That morning when we faced the peo-
pie together-tonight when / feel the
cold damp mists rise about us--l am
afraid. remember the peace and
the warm sunshine out OF which |
brought you"
! "Out of the loneliness-out OF a
long sleep full OF shapeless dreams
into your lfe--into your love- She
turned and laid her hands upon his
shoulders. MY husband, do not
see the people who pass us; | do not
| feel the mist RISE about me all is
warmth and sunshine see no face
but yours live in you-I know no
world but you. Her low voice broke
and died into a passionate silence
He held her TO him and through the
gathering gloom their eyes met in
'wordless communion. The mysteri.
Gus bond which had come between
them in that first silent meeting re.
vealed itself again in all its strength
In all its spiritual purity. And yet
he knew, even though the darkness
hid the expression OF her face, that
there was trouble written there, the
vague haunting trouble OF which he
had caught glimpses in moments
| whose close resemblance TO each
other worried him.
He had seen il on board ship when
some trivial valse had called the plea
sure-loving Anglo-lndians, homeward
bound, to their evening business. lie
had seen ii when some beautifully
dressed Englishwoman, leaning on the
arm OF her partner, had brushed past
them as they saI together hidden in
shadow near the prov OF the vessel.
lie had seen IT in the Corso at Rome
when inadvertently their carriage had
been caught In the stream OF wealth
and brilliancy tina, flower toward the
! villa Borghese He had felt the pain
that shot through her and. without un-
derstanding, had instinctively drawn
her closer 10 him and had borne her
quickly to some lone spot whittier the
voices and laughter OF men could not
penetrate Tonight--if uuclearly--he
understood
Nevertheless / have taken you from
your dreams.' he said. II have drawn
you into a world OF realities And the
realities are grim. ugly things
Are they, indeed, the realitiesy'
she questioned. thoughtfully. "To me
they are still "a shadows which fit
between US and the light. ! see them
They have faces which they turn to
me--they are mocking faces--full OF
cruel curiosity and scorn--but they
do not hurt me or blind me 10 the light
not yet--not yet.
"Sarasvati' h exclaimed Am
not also a reality"
She shook her head.
II love YOU" she said almost be-
meath her breath. Il love you--so
fthat YOU nave Gecome tie tight itsaifr
\ But il Is not this | love" She laid her
/ hand on his shoulder and passed IL
softly over his breast THAT Is the
shadow. husband ! love the reality
which | saw In my sleep, which called
! 10 me before your tongue uttered my
name ID j. not this face ] see, but
/ the face OF your soul which saw be-
I fore my eyes were opened. / love YOU
as others can no, love you for they
nave never seen YOU. 4 shadow passes
/ before them and beholdl they cry 10
4 one another that there are more love
lily shadows. But | have seen the light
and know that it IS great and strong
and beautiful
"Sarasvati," he said tenderly. you
are still not OF this world VIII YOU
never be-"
perhaps She turned her head
away from him and ne felt that "a faint
ighudder passed through her Perhaps
one day shall have t& be-and then
and then--the hight VIII 90 out"
There was a new infection in her
voice. He drew her closer TO him
"My wife. Of what are you afraid
he questioned.
"Of the shadows" she cried. and
chung To him with a passion rare In
her. "Now you belong TO me. but one
day they may claim you--you may be
come one OF Thorn" She caught
her sreath. Then / shall have TO
choose"
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