New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1918-01-11

was not she. At first a wild thought
possessed him that she had killed her
self.
The only thing to show who he had
great plumed helmet, on a little table
by the bed. But she was the woman
of the lamp-bowls and the frieze. A
life-size stone statue in n corner was
so like her, and like Yasmini too, that
it was difficult to decide which of the
two 1t represented.
She had lived when he did, for her
fingers were locked in his. And he
had lived two thousand years ago, be-
cause his armOr IA about as old as
that, and for proof that he had died
in it part of his breast had turned to
powder inside the breastplate. The
rest of his body was whole and per-
fectly preserved.
Stern, handsome in n %high-beaked
Roman way, gray on the temples, firm
Tipped, he lay like an emperor in har-
ness. But the pride and resolution on
his face were OutdOne by the serenity
Of hers. Very surely those two had
been lovers.
Both of them looked young and
healthy-the woman younger than
thirty-twenty-five at a guess-and
the man perhaps forty, perhaps forty
five. Every stitch of the mans cloth
inU had dapoyad 90 tbnt bic o.,,o,
rested on the naked skin. except for Il
dressed leather kilt about his middle.
The leather was as old as the curtains
ut the entrance, and as well preserved.
But the wOman's silked clothing was
as new as the bedding. Yet. they both
died about the same time, or how could
their fingers have been i%nterlaced?
And some Of the jewelry on the wOm-
ans clothes was very ancient as well
as priceless.
He looked closer at the fingers for
signs Of force and suddenly caught his
breath. Under the woman's fimsy
sleeve was Il wrought gold bracelet.
smaller than that one he himself had
worn in Delhi and up the Khyber. He
raised the loose sleeve to look more
closely at it. and the movement laid
bare another bracelet, on the mans
right wrist. Size for size, this was the
same as the one That had been stolen |
from himself.
Memory prompted him. He felt it's
outer edge with a finger nail. There
was the little nick that he had made
in the soft gold when he struck il
against the cell bars In the Jail at the
Mir Khan palace! He touched the
gold. II was warm. He repeated the |
test on the woman's wrists. Hers was
warm, too. Both bracelets had been
worn by a living being within an
hour
He muttered and frOwned In thought,
and then suddenly jumped backward.
The leather curtain lear the bed had
moved on Its bronze rod.
aren't they dears?" a voice said in
behind him. "Aren't they
sweet?"
Yasmini stood not two arms lengths
way, ipNCiCi tidn TIE uedO woman |
because of the merry life In her. young
and warm, aglOw, but looking like the
dead woman and the woman of the
Oma Of the lamp-bowls-
The statue-come TO life, speaking to
in English more sweetly than II
t had been her mother tongue. The
abuse their language. Yas-
mini caressed II and made Il d its
work twice over.
Being dressed as a ratiye. he
lov. Knowing him for what
was, she gave him the senna-
tips Of her warm fingers to
liss, and he thought she trembled
when he touched them. But a second
alter she had snatched them way and
vas treating him to raillery.
Man of pills and blisters !" she said,
tell me how those bodies are pre-
Spill knowledge from that
skull of thinei !"
He did not answer. He never shone
q conversation at any time, having j.,
made as many friends as eremies by
aging nothing until the spirit moves