The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1916-06-29

above him, as though 1t was from
} thence that her voice came to him ~
Is not likely that we shall meet gain y
: she went on rapidly, 'and want Won
to remember what I am saying-as
long as you live. am not unbapnv
Richard that. 1 have gam
bled away my heritage in mad hour
and have no right even TO sorrow. 7
love you. l thank God that you came
Into my life. Remember thatp' sbA
bent over him and with her handker-
chief brushed the sweat Of breaking
fever from his forehead. Can Won
hear me still, Richard--can you still
understand me7''
Il understand" he answered.
| you must live-for my sake. am
only 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
of, familiar sound.
"That Is what the little gray lady
would have said. we cannot throw
down our weapons In the first Skin
mish.' have often thought Of that.
Tell her-I have not forgotten
Il Will tell her."
He was silent moment. Then his
eyes opened fully. and smile of bril-
liant hope, as OF 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 hoarseIy. And
with swift change OF tone, infinitely
pathetic in its 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 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, Ieav-
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
liked 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
Hood against the topmost minarets.
which glowed back in splendid an
swer. The bivouac fires had long since
died out, and the siclSly 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 namer
Then came the gay, joyous call of a
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 strong hands
bound the unreslsting figure into a
semblance of its first helplessness.
Stern Indignation blazed in her eyes
as she lifted them for moment, but
she neither finched nor hesitated. Only
as a stifed 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
peaceful dreamless sleep.