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Yet thy prayer is but the same that the whole world whispers beneath the silent moon, in the palace and the cottage, among the snows and on the burning desert's waste. 'Oh! my love, thy lips, thy lips. Oh! my love, be mine, now, now, beneath the moon, beneath the moon! "Leo, I thought better, higher, of thee."
It was not there. It had come unfastened as she lay in her grief; she had left it to be buried so deep just a few days later, when the greatest storm which had ever been known to sweep the desert piled the sand, the desert's own cloak, to the height of hills, under which slumbered all those who had sought peace at her breast; under which, guarded throughout all ages by his dogs, peacefully slept her son.
A broad bar of dense black shut out the April sky, except in the extreme west, where a strip of pale blue formed background for several clouds of striking color and shape. They alone, in all that expanse, were dyed in the desert's sunset crimson. The largest projected from behind the dark cloud-bank in the shape of a huge fist, and the others, small and round, floated below.
He returned to camp and sought his comrade. "I reckon we're two of a kind," he said. "It was a woman who drove me into the desert. But I come to remember. The desert's the only place I can do that." "Was she your wife?" asked the elder man. "No." A long silence ensued. A cool wind blew up the canyon, sifting the sand through the dry sage, driving away the last of the lingering heat.
She had watched for hours, counting his steps across the desert's desolation one by one, tracing his course from Starlight "home" by all the signs along the trail which she and he had traveled together. She ran downstairs like a child. She had momentarily forgotten even Glen. Nothing counted but this sight of Van his presence here with herself.
"The desert's no man's paradise this time o' year. Hotter than Billy-be- , and no cops looking after the traffic. They'll shoot a man for his shoe-leather." "Any man can have my shoes when I can't use 'em." "Heard of Petra?" I nodded as casually as I could.
One embrace, sweet sister, and he bent down and whispered, 'Tell the good Bostenay not to spare his gold, for I have a deep persuasion that, ere a year shall roll its heavy course, I shall return and make our masters here pay for this hurried ride and bitter parting. Now for the desert! The Slaying of an Ishmaelite SPEED, fleetly speed, thou courser bold, and track the desert's trackless way.
Worth wished to return to the half buried outfit to make another effort to learn the identity of the Desert's victim, but Texas refused. "'Tain't that I ain't willin' to do what's right," he said, "but you see how that sand acted. Why, Mr. Worth, you couldn't move that there drift in a year, an' you know it.
Blest Leucothea, befriend me! >From cerulean halls attend me; Hear my prayer of agony. In the ocean desert's raving, Storm-tossed seamen, succor craving, Find in thee their helper nigh. Wrap him in thy charmed veil, Secret spun and secret wove, Certain from the deepest wave To lift him to its crests above."
Slipping from her horse's back, she groped her way forward, leading the pony, and trying to shout. For a rod or more she battled against the driving dust, then halted as before. Not another sound would the desert render up only the strange dry swishing by of the particles of stuff rasping the desert's surface as they passed and rose. "Barney!" she called, by a mighty effort. There was no response.
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