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of paper. Again and again I besought him to remain. I used all my charms. But, no. Therefore I killed him and sent him by my assistants to a far city. But I kept the paper. So-I' She went to the Sphinx and spoke. Oh, mighty one, shall I give to the man whose father I loved, the paper he left here? For a moment, the air was Charged, then the eye of the Sphinx dropped outl The priestess put her hand into a hole which seemed to go far back into the head of the Sphinx, and drew out a paper. Re- pla:ing the eye, she turned to him with, To you, son of the Great Wvhite Visitor, I give this paper for which your father gave his life. Take it, and golf' Alan, overcome by his emotions,eould not speak for a moment. Then he re- plied, 'cPriestess, thank you. I can say no moref' He grasped her hand a moment and went out into the night, wondering. She had murdered the one. Vlvhat had led her to be kind to him? Dk Pk if Pk bk The great court of the king was brilliantly lighted. On each side of the throne stood throngs of curious eourtiers. Conversation was going on in low under- tones: Vlihen will he eome?,' 4'How does he look? Suddenly, down the Court, came Alan Hempstead, hero of the Arabian mission. Tall, handsome Alan, yes, the same Alan who had slept' under a canopy of blue sky in the Arabian desert. He stopped and knelt before the throne. The king arose. Alan Hempstead, I wish to knight 'ou for attem vttn and suceeedinf in a . . . it great mission which meant so mueh to your king and country. Rise, Sir Alan, and receive the thanks of vour kin f and an ' T? country! RUTH MANTELL, 'Z3. A Qlutumn S ring oes blithel f vast us' x l . 7 Summer's voice is gay, Autumn touches all our hearts To gladness on its way. Vkhenever Autumn burns the world To red and golden brown There is a little ghost comes In a quiet gown. And says, Do you remember?I' And. Can you quite forget IYhen it is November And the sun is set?'7 ISLSIE I'IAYIiK, '2I. Ghz Qllummg uf Sprung Tum COMING or SPRING Spring has come with all its glory, And I love to tell the story Of the spring. When the snow has gone away, And it rains most every day, Then it's spring. When the trees begin to bud, And we slip-slop in the mud, Then it's spring. Then the robinis song we hear, 'Tis the best time of the year, In the spring. Then the ltlaster hat we greet On the maiden shy and sweet, In the spring. And the silken hosels displayed. Other seasons we'd not trade For the spring. Then the Kiay flowers and the grass, And the violets as we pass In the spring, AII do whisper, 'lCIod is love, Ijarth and sea and sky above, In the spring. IJORIS Dixon, '23,
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been with his father, the route that had been taken five years before. But night came on and he and his party were still in the desert. Alan was for keeping on, but the guide told him that the Arab would have gone long before. Therefore, he was finally content to spend a night of rest, for he really was tired. He did not realize how tired until he spread his coat on the hot sand and lay down. Xlyriads of stars twinkled in the sky, and a low wind moaned. He could hear the heavy breathing of his tired companions. Iiventually he slept, not the sleep of youth, but that of exhaustion. lvhen at last he awoke, he felt dizzy and weak. A musty smell seemed to choke him. He found that he was in a small tent, lying on a silken rug. The Hap was raised and a tall Arab who Alan could tell was one of the wandering tribe came in. He looked at Alan and, finding him awake, grunted. Then he went out. Alan could hear voices outside but he was too weak to care. In a few moments, another Arab came in with a tray. He gave Alan a little water and a very small amount of food. Alan did not realize that he had been put to sleep with what the natives call the sleeping magic, that he had been kidnapped from the camp in the desert, and that he was weak because he had not tasted food for almost three days. Now he murmured to himself, Pretty stingy with their grubl After he had eaten, he felt stronger. He arose from his couch and said to the Arab, Where am I, anyway? The Arab muttered something about a White Sphinx from which answer Alan could make nothing, He raised the flap and looked out. The Arab looked at him for a minute but did not speak again. Alan went out. The place seemed to Alan to be a fruit- ful oasis. Palms, fig trees, date palms, and other tropical trees were abundant. hfany small, goat-hair httts were scattered about. To one side was a large well at which two natives were drawing water. In the center stood a great white tent, on the fiap of which were many curious figures embroidered in gold. Perhaps the chief of the tribe lives there,,' Alan said to himself. Then having satisfied his curiosity he turned and sauntered back toward his own quarters. As he walked, the natives pointed to him and muttered something about the great white visitorf, He had but reached his tent, when the man who had brought him food came running up to him. Bowing low the Arab murmured, f'Oh, master, the high priestess sends for you. Alan had no idea where to go but the Arab led the way to the white tent, then bowed to the ground and hurried off. Alan raised the fiap and walked in. In the center of the large pavilion stood a pure white figure of solid ivory. Two large sapphires formed its glittering eyes. Its claws were of shining gold. It was the Great VVhite Sphinx! Alan was struck dumb by the beauty and grandeur of it. He did not notice a white-robed figure stretched on a couch. But now, the figure, rising, greeted him, 'iOh, son of the Great VVhite Visitor, wel- come. Sitf, Alan started. Did she mean that his father had once visited this place? He sat down upon the richly decorated couch to which she pointed. Her veil was now thrown back, and never in his life had Alan seen a face so beautiful. She, too, wore ornaments such as only the Orient can furnish. Again she addressed him, '4Oh, white man, the Fearless, I heard of your glory, and I knew you were the son of the Great Wihite Visitor. hlanysuns ago he came to me, and fell at the entrance of this tent. I cared for him with my own hands, because I loved him. But he would not stay. He must hasten back to some great king and give him a scrap
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