The Story of the Other Wise Man eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Story of the Other Wise Man.

The Story of the Other Wise Man eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 44 pages of information about The Story of the Other Wise Man.

Artaban trembled.

It was the old conflict in his soul, which had come to him in the palm-grove of Babylon and in the cottage at Bethlehem—­the conflict between the expectation of faith and the impulse of love.  Twice the gift which he had consecrated to the worship of religion had been drawn from his hand to the service of humanity.  This was the third trial, the ultimate probation, the final and irrevocable choice.

Was it his great opportunity, or his last temptation?  He could not tell.  One thing only was clear in the darkness of his mind—­it was inevitable.  And does not the inevitable come from God?

One thing only was sure to his divided heart—­to rescue this helpless girl would be a true deed of love.  And is not love the light of the soul?

He took the pearl from his bosom.  Never had it seemed so luminous, so radiant, so full of tender, living lustre.  He laid it in the hand of the slave.

“This is thy ransom, daughter!  It is the last of my treasures which I kept for the King.”

While he spoke the darkness of the sky thickened, and shuddering tremors ran through the earth, heaving convulsively like the breast of one who struggles with mighty grief.

The walls of the houses rocked to and fro.  Stones were loosened and crashed into the street.  Dust clouds filled the air.  The soldiers fled in terror, reeling like drunken men.  But Artaban and the girl whom he had ransomed crouched helpless beneath the wall of the Praetorium.

What had he to fear?  What had he to live for?  He had given away the last remnant of his tribute for the King.  He had parted with the last hope of finding Him.  The quest was over, and it had failed.  But, even in that thought, accepted and embraced, there was peace.  It was not resignation.  It was not submission.  It was something more profound and searching.  He knew that all was well, because he had done the best that he could, from day to day.  He had been true to the light that had been given to him.  He had looked for more.  And if he had not found it, if a failure was all that came out of his life, doubtless that was the best that was possible.  He had not seen the revelation of “life everlasting, incorruptible and immortal.”  But he knew that even if he could live his earthly life over again, it could not be otherwise than it had been.

One more lingering pulsation of the earthquake quivered through the ground.  A heavy tile, shaken from the roof, fell and struck the old man on the temple.  He lay breathless and pale, with his gray head resting on the young girl’s shoulder, and the blood trickling from the wound.  As she bent over him, fearing that he was dead, there came a voice through the twilight, very small and still, like music sounding from a distance, in which the notes are clear but the words are lost.  The girl turned to see if some one had spoken from the window above them, but she saw no one.

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