Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1916-09-08

taken something from the pocket or
Dor mantle rnd held il to his lips
"Drink thisr she commanded tersely.
ITS of no good"
IL wish it. You must have strength
to listen to me-" He yielded and lay
still. his bright delirious eyes fixed in
tently on the long white track Of stars
above him. as though it was from
thence that her voice came to him. 1T
is not likely that we shall meet again.
she went on rapidly, "and want you
to remember what | am saying-as
long as you live. | am not unhappy,
acknowledgements that. | have gam
bled away my heritage in a mad hour.
and | 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 ,ndker-
chief brushed the sweat of breaking
fever from his forehead. "Can you
hear me still, Richardson you still
understand meT'
II understand" he answered.
"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"
He started, as though at some far
off. familiar sound.
THAT is what the little gray lady
would have said. we cannot throw
down our weapons in the first Skin
mlsh.' l have often thought of that.
Tell herr have not forgotten"
II will tell her.
He was silent a moment Then his
eyes opened fully, and a smile of bril-
liant hope, as of a man who has laid
strong hands on an adverse fate.
flashed over his wan features.
I'VE 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 beauti-
full"
That was all. His voice, reused for
that brief moment in the strength of a
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 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 tn,
western sky, where slowly, almost i'm
-perceptibly, the dawn was breaking
, In all the glory of reawakened life tn,
pale-gold heralds of the morning ros,
| above the distant horizon and, gather
t ing warmth and deeper fire as they
swept the desert broke in one mingled
flood against the topmost minarets
: which glowed back in splendid an
: swer. The bivouac fires had long sine
died out, and the sickly ghost of nigh
crept back into the groves of olive
! From the high tower Of the mosque
white-robed figure greeted the one Co
}. in solemn Thanksgiving
= holiness to thee, o God, praise b
{ to thee. Great is thy namew
t Then came the gay, joyous call of
. bugle and the clatter of arms.
The woman rose slowly to her fee
: She stood for a moment facing tn
grandeur of rising light; then she ben
down, and with swift strong hand
, bound the unresisting figure into
: semblance OF its first helplessness
! Stern indignation blazed in her eye
: as she lifted them for a moment, bu
I she neither fiinched nor hesitated. Onl
as a stifled groan broke from the blood
I less lips she bent lower and kisse
him.
Forgive me- God bless you, dear.
He smiled family, as though in apo
ogy, in weak unconscious gratitude
then, signing, passed from stupor int
, a peaceful dreamless sleep.