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Updated: June 6, 2025
Her sheer loveliness of being intoxicated him; suddenly it seemed as absolutely necessary to life as the virtues of moral rectitude and homely labor. Personally, he discovered, he preferred such beauty to the latter adamantine qualities. He had a fleet moment of amazed self-consciousness: Elim Meikeljohn his father an elder in the house of God astray in the paths of condemned worldly frivolities!
He was tremendously sorry that Elim had been overlooked the truth being that no one had known what a good companion Elim was. It seemed to Elim Meikeljohn, drinking sherry, that the night before he had not existed at all. He did not analyze his new being, his surprising potations; he was proceeding without a cautious ordering of his steps.
He went within, stopping to glance through a number of lately arrived letters on a table and found one for himself, addressed in his father's painstaking script. Alone, once more without his coat, he opened the letter. Its beginning was commonplace "My dear son, Elim" but what followed confused him by the totally unexpected shock it contained: Hester, his wife, was dead.
Though never again likely to see Kalgan, I often in thought go along its narrow, hard streets, and its up and down sideways, call in at your house, see all your faces, even that of the youthful Stephen, and the studious Etta; and often go up over the Pass into the grass land. 'It is like a rest for a little while beside the palms and wells of Elim to meet you all here.
It is an Elim in the desert! Goodly palmtrees and abundant water! O! why", he exclaimed aloud, in an impatient tone, as if chiding himself, "should I ever distrust the goodness of the Lord?" The firelight, playing over his honest face, revealed eyes moistened with the gratitude welling up in his heart.
The simple question of the colored woman had largely slain it. His own personality, the vision of his forthcoming life and necessity, rose to the surface of his consciousness. Elim realized what had drawn, him to his present situation it had, of course, been the memory of Rosemary Roselle.
He recounted the episode of the "Yankee army," delighted by her less formal tone, then the old man returned as enigmatically as he had disappeared. The ropes were cast off, the sloop swung out into the current, and their smooth progress was resumed. A few more hours and they would be at Bramant's Wharf. There, Elim knew, he would be expected to leave Rosemary.
From there it is half a day to Sunbat; the inhabitants sow flax and weave linen, which they export to all parts of the world . Thence it is four days to Ailam, which is Elim . It belongs to the Arabs who dwell in the wilderness. Thence it is two days' journey to Rephidim where the Arabs dwell, but there are no Jews there . A day's journey from thence takes one to Mount Sinai.
Rosemary Roselle's upright figure gradually sank. He realized that she was asleep on her arm. Elim bent forward shamelessly and studied her worn countenance. There was a trace of tears on her cheek. She was as delicate, as helpless as a flower sleeping on its stalk.
He read it slowly, made a penciled note in a small precise hand on its margin, folded it once more and marked it with a C minus. He went carefully through the pile, jotting occasional comments, judging the results with A, B or C, plus or minus. Finally only the two he had placed at the bottom remained. Elim took one up again, gazing at it severely.
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