The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1917-03-09

Utah, tt build up the nation OF peace
and righteousness.
Emmanuel said something which
| Amen.
The sound seemed to sting the
| speaker as a whip stings a nervous,
h~igh-spirited horse. He started, cast
a glance at the doctor, and then pro-
ceeded with more abandon than be-
fore. His words poured like a lava
| torrent from his mouth. In the next
interval Emmanuel spoke again. This
time there was no installing his
word. They were Allah il-Allah."
And AXel seemed to lean toward
him; he swung round, facing him,
and thumped his fist upon the desk
and flung his arms aloft, as an an
cient prophet might have done, de-
nouncing Baal. l understood the doc
tors purpose. He was beginning to
recall to him the scene which was
afterward to be burned into his brain,
for the purpose of awakening his for.
gotten self.
Axel ended in a thunder of ap-
plause. His auditors sprang from their
seats and cheered, ran forward, Jul
rounded him. Lady Sibyl looked at
me with trimming eyes
isn't he wonderful" she said. 20,
doctor, can't you believe now? Who
else is he but a prophet of God?"
Then 1 saw that Emmanuel had
arisen and was standing Immediately
in front Of Axel, staring into his eyes.
1t was a strange contrast; the
preacher, built in the mold of a
hero, and the little Greek doctor, with
his face upturned, and his mild
brown eyes, just fixed sternly
upon those of the other.
"Come!" said the doctor, and he
placed his arm within the preachers.
He said something more, but it was
too low for me to catch the words.
Whether 1t was English or Arabic
do not know, but 1 felt that their two
wills had met in combat and that the
doctor had conquered. It seemed as
though AXel were actually in a hyp.
motto condition, for he followed I'm.
manuel without seeing any of his ad.
mirers, brushing them away, and
went like a lamb in the direction of
Room II, and we all followed. Then
we trooped in, and somebody-Car,
ruthers, 1 think closed it, and we
were inside a Syrian house.
1t was like M of those little repro
auctions of foreign scenery that one
encounters at expositions; it was at
once genuine and yet unreal. The
couches, with their Oriental cover.
ings, were such as might have been
seen in any home; the rugs were
from the ambassadors own reception
rooms, where l myself had seen
them; the leopard skins, too, that
lei in furriers' shops. 1t did not i'm.
press me as spectacular-it was mere
ly grotesque and ornate.
Above our heads the sword, the
yataghan of the prophet, swung with
a slight ~oscillating movement from its
SuppOl u "OEcH CdIltl udI.
l saw Lady Sibyl look at the room
in surprise; Carruthers glanced al
each of US, not understanding; the
Turkish ambassador, whom l had rec
ognized on the platform, attired il
rather rough clothes, and evidently
DESTROYS of ~concealing his identity
smiled slightly at me, as though in
depreciation of the stage setting. Bu1
the next moment we were all looking
at Axel.
Doctor Emmanuel, standing on tip
toe, had placed his hands upon the
great fellows shoulders, and the mis-
sionary vas swaying backward anG
forward, and staring into the doctors
eyes.
"Hajid!" said Emmanuel, and ther
followed some Arabic words whose
meaning l did not know.
Axel stopped rocking and his whole
body became rigid as steel. His
hands fell to his sides, his arms stiff
fened.
"Hajid!" said the doctor again, but
now in English. you have been hid
den too long. Come forth"
What is the meaning of this tom