Cheyenne record., 1916-10-12
CHAPTER xxIx-contInuea.


You would have followed me across
the world upon your knees. and you
served me like a slave. And IL re-
paid you with a white mans coin!
left you to break your heart among
the dusky people who were kinder
than II But the Winds OF
God blew upon my conscience and my
heaIt and returned. Your face and
your faithful eyes. waiting, waiting.
brought me back from the far cities
only to see you die in the lodge Of
Koaavmie with my babe on your
breastl Or-you say l but dreamed.
Kahvanna1"
With failing sight the speaker tried
to pierce the mystery. gazing at Siletz.
'Did dream Of death and retribu-
tion-and of Kolawmie. who-bent
above the babe to put that sign upon
her faoef l struck his hand away
when It had set but . fraction of the
fatal bar-the sign that said you were
wild. that forbade you to the shallow
cities, that made you white mans
toyl You-you-Kahwann
havs forgot. What is it l would re-
member"
The eagerness left the Preachers
eyes. they became suddenly calm and
mild.
With . cry that cut high above the
STEADY sounds of the wind and the
fires siletz sprang up. a hand flung to
her lips. where the sign of the Siletz
. stood out-broken in its inception!
my father!" she cried pitifully, "oh,
my father!'
6Andry was breathing heavily, q
mist in his eyes and a sadness upon
his heart. His victory over Hampden
had lost its SAVIOR. - :
ows had drifted away from the Preach
o. forever and the look of gentle ten
derness had returned.
my daughter" he said softly. why
do you weep7 Ah-the night closes
down and It is dark. have lost my
way. What is the path?"
His fingers CROPPED blindly for the
fute.
What is the way out of the laby-
rinth Of youth-and sin-and prim-
roses7 All. have forgot!"
"asA q ouuoCA IAbplldllOu 0duuIy
stopped and picked up the instrument.
He had played bit at college. Softly,
silverly. the joyous notes began. "Je-
sus, Lover of My Soul" to 60 on to
that ancient plea of trusting faith.
"Other refuge have I none. Hangs my
helpless soul on thee," strange voice
OF glory amid the death and danger,
tho sin and stress Of the moment
=. A holy peace spread on the white
features.
why. certainly!" whispered. the
traveller of the hills, how could for
Getf That u the Way out"
And then. Hush! The murmur OF
many wings All. 1t is Gods hand!
I go-de profundis! Gloria in ex-
ceisis!"
With tGAt last whispered word the
wandering player of hymns. the
preacher to the irresponsibles and the
lover of humanity fumbled stiffly at
his habits skirt Sandry knelt. found
. deep pocket, felt therein and brought
out small Bible of a long-past day.
Its edges were thin and frayed and
greatly worn. Its stiff back, with the
age-black. raised lettering. had long
since lost its corners. He knew 1t
instantly for the counterpart of that
one on Siiets' stand In the little south
room. 1t lad many openings Of its
own. and 1t fell apart. first at the
psalms and then at . passage whose
beginning caught his eye as he placed
II In the loving hands that made to
grasp its familiar bulk-and failed.
Tho stately words whose solemn fore.
cast had struck him once when he
sought Tor some clue to the Preacher
identity now seemed to ring in his
ears. . stupendous requiem for the
nAmeless. high-souled. drifter.from the.
waysof-men who had spent his blame.
loss life in fanciful atoneinent for q
shadowy wrong.
Who shall ascend into tho hill OF the
Aordf He that hath clean hands and a
pure heart Who hath not lifted up his
sool unto vanity. nor sworn deceitfully.
The Preacher was of that past
which he had DO long forgotten and
which Destiny had decreed should
Aash back to him for one revealing
moment.