Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1917-11-15

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nmprc"iscN Yet ne wnS good 10 toak
f. She mad not lied when she said
lie loved him. ana ne understood her
ana was sorry. But he did not iooG
sorry nor did he offer any argument TO
! ,unrch her love. He was servant If
he raj; his life and his love had been
;aaia since The day he first buckled
% has spurs. ana Yasmni would not
have understood that
Nor did she understand that even
Imposing ne had loy. h.. ,t.. q his
henrt, not on any conditions would he
have admitted 1t until absolutely .ree,
my more than that If She crucifed him
lie would love her the same, supposing
nat he loved l7r at all. Nor did she
rust the 'Old gods" too well or let
hem work una 'dcd.
Gone with mo Athplstanr" she said.
She tooS his arm-found little jeweled
Iippers in ciosct heNn In the wall
uut them on ana led him to the cur
tains he had entered by. She led down
the steps, and at the foot told him to
put on his slippers, rs if he we're a
rhild. Then hurrying rs if those opal
eyes Of hers were Indifferent to dark
or daylight, she picked her way among
hOWldcrs that he could feel but not
see, along floor that was only smooth
IN places, for II distance that was long
enough by two Or ,ilree tines TO lose
him altogether. When he looked back
there was no sign OF red lights behind
him. And when he looked forward,
there was a dim outer light In front
and Wifi of the cool fresh air that
presngeS the dawn.
She led him through gap on to a
ledge Of rock that hung thousands Of
feet above the home Of thunder
ledge less than six feet wide, less than
twenty long, tilted back toward the
cliff. There they sat, watching the
stars. And there they saw the dawn
come.
Morning looks down into Khinian
hours after the sun has risen, because
the precipices shut it out. But the
peaks on every side are very beacons
of the range at the earliest peep Of
dawn. In silence they watched days
herald touch the peaks with rosy Jew
eled fngers-she waiting us If she ex-
pectcd the marvel OF 1t all to make
King speak
1t was cold. She came and snug
gled close TO him, and it was so they
watched the sparkle Of dawn's jewels
die and the peaks grow gray again, she
with an arm on his shoulder and
strands Of her golden hair blown past
his face.
"0f what are you thinkingf" she
asked him at last.
"Of India princess"
"What of Indian"
"She lies helpless"
"Ah You love India2"
ayes"
"lOu shall love me better You shall
love me better than your life! Then.
for love Of me, you snail own the India
you think you love! This letter shall
60" She tapped her bosom. st Is
best to cut you OF from India first.
You shall lose that you may win!'
She got up and stood in the gap,
smiling mockingly, framed in the dark
ness Of the cave behind.
II understand" she said. you
think you are my enemy. Love and
hate never lived side by side. You
shall seel"
Her hands slipped into his, soft and
warm: her eyes fastened on his and
held them. And as they did so King
sank, like sack half-enpty and top
pied over sidewlse on the floor asleep.
He neither dreamed nor was con-
scious Of anything, but slept like ~
dead man, having fought against her
mesmerism harder than he knew.
; Statesmen, generals. outlaws, all
make their big mistakes and manage
TO recover. Very nearly always IL Is
nm apparently little mistake that does
most damage In the end, something
unnotlceabe at the time, that grows
In geometrical proportion, minus In
stead Of plus.
= Yasminl made her little mistake that
minute In believing King was utterly
mesmerized ut last and utterly In her
power. Whereas In truth he was only
weary. 1t may be that she gave him
orders In his sleep, after the accepted
manner Of mesmerists; but II she did,
they never reached him: he was far
too fast asleep. He slept so deep and
long that he was not conscious Of mems
voices, nor Of being carried, nor Of
time, nor Of anxiety, nor Of anything.
Continued next week.