The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1916-06-22
CHAPTER xxlx-conunued.

"NhAN INV w w oSAtes
the world upon your knees. and you
served me like a slave. And IL r
paid you with a white mans coin!
! lef: you 70 break your heart among
the dusky people who were kinder
than J.! But the Winds Of
God blew upon my conscience and my
heart and ! returned. Your face and
your faithful eyes. waiting. waiting.
brought ms back from the far cities
only 10 see you die In the lodge OF
Kolawmie with my babe on your
breast! Or-you say | but dreamed.
Kahwanna?"
With falling sight the speaker tried
to pierce the mystery, gazing at Siletz.
Did ! dream OF death and retribu-
tion-snd OF Kolavmie. who-bent
above the babe to put that sign upon
her face? | struck his hand away
when II had set but G fraction Of the
fatal bar-the sign that said you were
Wild, that forbade you TO the shallow
cities, that made you q white mans
toy! You-you-Kahwanna-ah. |
have forgot. What Is II ! would re
member"
The eagerness left the Preachers
eyes. they became suddenly calm and
mild.
With a 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 It's inception!
My father" she cried pitifully. "oh,
my father"
Sandry was Breathing heavily. a
mist in his eyes and q sadness upon
his heart. His victory over Hampden
had lost It's SAVIOR.
But the past with It's pitiful shad.
ows had drifted away from the Preach.
er forever and the look OF gentle ten.
derness had returned.
My daughter" he said softly. why
do you weep? Ah-the night closes
down and It is dark. | have lost my
way. What is the path"
His fingers CROPPED blindly for the
flute.
What is the way out Of the laby.
rinth OF youth-and sin-and prim.
roses? All. ! have forgot"
With a sudden inspiration Sandry
stopped and picked up the instrument.
He had played a bit at college. Softly.
silverly, the Joyous notes began. "Je.
sus, Lover OF Ny Soul" e go on 10
that ancient plea OF trusting faith.
other refuge have | none. Hangs my
helpless soul on thee" q strange voice
OF glory amid the death and danger,
the sin and stress OF the momen
A holy peace spread on the white
features.
Why, certainly" whispered the
traveller OF the hills. how could | for.
get! That Is the Way out"
And then, Hush! The murmur OF
many wings. All. It Is Gods hand!
l go-de protundis! Gloria in ex.
ceisis!"
With that last whispered word the
wandering player OF hymns. the
preacher TO the ~irresponsibles and the
lover OF humanity fumbled stiTiy a,
his habit s skirt. Sandry knelt, found
a deep pocket, felt therein aud brought
out a small. Bible Of a long past day.
It's edges were thin and frayed and
greatly worm, Its stinf be OK. with the
~age'blacA, raised lettering, had long
since lost It's corners. lie knew II
Instantly for the counterpart OF that
n On Si.et2' stand In the little south
o II lad many openings OF it's
own, n ., fell apart, first at the
psalms and then at q passage whose
beginning caught his eye as be placed
II In he loving hands that made 10
grasp ia familiar bulk-and failed.
The stately words whose solemn fore.
cast had struck him once when he
sought for some clue 20 the Preachers
Identity now seemed 70 ring IN his
ears, a s~tupondous requiem for the
nameless, hlga. souled. drilterfrom the
ways-of men who had spent his blame.
l,sa life In fancitul atouement for a
shadowy wrong.
WHO shall ascend into the rUl OF the
I|ofdf Tie Mot hath clean hands and n
pure heart Who hath not llfteG up his
SOU unto vanity, nor sworn Gectltt4uy
The Preacher vas OF that past
which he had Sc long forgotten n
which Destiny had decreed should
fash back TO him for one revealing
moment