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| above him, as though lt was frOLl
thence that her voice came to him. I'll
is not likely that we shall meet again.
she went on rapidly, ''and l want you
| to remember what l am saying-as
| long as you live. l am not unhappy
| Richard-remember that. l have gam
bled away my heritage in mad hour,
and l have no right even to sorrow.
| love you. l thank God that you came
into my life. Remember that!' She
| bent over him and with her handker-
chief brushed the sweat of breaking
fever from his forehead. ''Can you
hear me still, Richard-can you still
| understand me?'
Il understand" he answered.
t'You must live-for my sake. / am
only a poor human being-I cannot do
without you on my earth. And then
you cannot throw down your weapons
now"
off, familiar sound.
THAT is what the little gray lady
would have said. We cannot throw
down our weapons in the first skir-
mish.' / have often thought Of that
Tell her-I have not forgotten
Il will tell her."
He was silent a moment. Then his
eyes opened fully, and smile Of bril-
liant hope, as of a man who has laid
strong hands on an adverse fate
flashed over his wan features.
1--WE must go on-at whatever cost
we must go on" he cried hoarsely. And
with a swift change of tone, infinitely
pathetic in it's sheer joy and gratitude:
How beautiful you are, how beauh-
full
That was all. His voice. reused for
that brief moment in the strength of n
reborn happiness, passed like a ripple
on the face of the deep silence. Very
gently she slipped the long cloak from
her shoulders and laid it over him. He
did not move. The long-drawn-out
seconds became minutes, the minutes
hours. One by one the great host of
watchers above them flashed out. leav-
ing a blank waste of darkness. A chill
wind, sand-laden from the south.
brushed against her face. Still she
knelt there, with the mans uncon-
scious head against her knees, her eyes
fixed In proud strong patience on the
western sky, where slowly. almost i'm
perceptibly. the dawn was breaking.
In all the glory of reawakened life the
pale-gold heralds Of the morning rose
above the distant horizon and, gather
ing warmth and deeper fire as they
swept the desert. broke in one mingled
food against the topmost minarets,
which glowed back in splendid an
swer The bivouac fires had long since
died out, and the sickly ghost Of night
crept back into the groves of olive.
From the high tower Of the mosque a
white-robed figure greeted the one God
in solemn Thanksgiving
Holiness to thee, o God. praise be
to thee. Great is thy name"
Then came the gay, joyous call of
bugle and the clatter of arms.
The woman rose slowly to her feet.
She stood for a moment facing the
grandeur Of rising light; then she bent
down, and with swift stro hands
bound the unresisting figure into Il
semblance Of Its first helplessness.
Stern indignat ton blazed in her eyes
as she lifted them for a moment, but
she neither flinched nor hesitated. Only
as a stifled groan broke from the blood
less lips she bent lower and kissed
him.
Forgive me. God bless you, dear"
He smiled family, as though in apol-
ogy, in weak unconscious gratitude,
then, signing, passed from stupor into
a peaceful dreamless sleep.