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+<table align="center" border="1"><tr><td align="center"><span class="head1">THE STORY</span><br><span
+class="head2">OF THE</span><br><span class="head1">OTHER WISE MAN</span><tr><td
+height="15">&nbsp;<tr><td align="center"><span class="head3">By</span><br><span class="head1">Henry van
+Dyke</span><tr><td height="15">&nbsp;<tr><td align="center">
+<img src="images/logo.jpg" alt="Harper and Brothers Logo"><tr><td height="15">&nbsp;<tr>
+<td class="head1">NEW YORK AND LONDON<br>HARPER &amp;
+BROTHERS<tr><td height="15">&nbsp;<tr><td height="40">&nbsp;<tr><td height="15">&nbsp;</table>
+<br><br>
+<p align="center" class="smaller">Copyright 1895, 1899, by HARPER &amp;
+BROTHERS<br>&mdash;&mdash;<br><i>All rights reserved</i></p>
+<br><br>
+<p><i>Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,<br>May keep the path, but will not reach the
+goal;<br>While he who walks in love may wander far,<br>Yet God will bring him where the blessed
+are.</i></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">Contents</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#1">P<span class="smaller">REFACE</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;vii
+<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#2">T<span class="smaller">HE </span>S<span class="smaller">IGN </span>I<span class="smaller">N
+THE </span>S<span class="smaller">KY</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;3
+<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#3">B<span class="smaller">Y THE </span>W<span class="smaller">ATERS OF
+</span>B<span class="smaller">ABYLON</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;25
+<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#4">F<span class="smaller">OR THE </span>S<span class="smaller">AKE OF A
+</span>L<span class="smaller">ITTLE </span>C<span class="smaller">HILD</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;43
+<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#5">I<span class="smaller">N THE </span>H<span
+class="smaller">IDDEN </span>W<span class="smaller">AY OF </span>S<span
+class="smaller">ORROW</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;55
+<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<a href="#6">A P<span class="smaller">EARL OF </span>G<span class="smaller">REAT </span>P<span
+class="smaller">RICE</span></a>&#8230;&#8230;65</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4"><a name="1">Preface</a></p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I<span class="smaller">T</span> is now some years since this little story was
+set afloat on the sea of books. It is not a man-of-war, nor even a high-sided merchantman; only a
+small, peaceful sailing-vessel. Yet it has had rather an adventurous voyage. Twice it has fallen into
+the hands of pirates. The tides have carried it to far countries. It has been passed through the
+translator's port of entry into German, French, Armenian, Turkish, and perhaps some other foreign
+regions. Once I caught sight of it flying the outlandish flag of a brand-new phonetic language along
+the coasts of France; and once it was claimed by a dealer in antiquities as a long-lost legend of the
+Orient. Best of all, it has slipped quietly into many a far-away harbor that I have never seen, and
+found a kindly welcome, and brought back messages of good cheer from unknown friends.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;Now it has turned home to be new-rigged and fitted for further voyaging. Before it is
+sent out again I have been asked to tell where the story came from and what it means.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;I do not know where it came from&mdash;out of the air, perhaps. One thing is certain, it
+is not written in any other book, nor is it to be found among the ancient lore of the East. And yet I
+have never felt as if it were my own. It was a gift. It was sent to me; and it seemed as if I knew the
+Giver, though His name was not spoken.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The year had been full of sickness
+and sorrow. Every day brought trouble. Every night was tormented with pain. They are very
+long&mdash;those nights when one lies awake, and hears the laboring heart pumping wearily at its task,
+and watches for the morning, not knowing whether it will ever dawn. They are not nights of fear; for
+the thought of death grows strangely familiar when you have lived with it for a year. Besides, after a
+time you come to feel like a soldier who has been long standing still under fire; any change would be
+a relief. But they are lonely nights; they are very heavy nights. And their heaviest burden is
+this:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You must face the thought that your work in the world may be almost
+ended, but you know that it is not nearly finished.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You have not solved the
+problems that perplexed you. You have not reached the goal that you aimed at. You have not
+accomplished the great task that you set for yourself. You are still on the way; and perhaps your
+journey must end now,&mdash;nowhere,&mdash;in the dark.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Well, it was in one
+of these long, lonely nights that this story came to me. I had studied and loved the curious tales of
+the Three Wise Men of the East as they are told in the "Golden Legend" of Jacobus de Voragine and
+other mediaeval books. But of the Fourth Wise Man I had never heard until that night. Then I saw him
+distinctly, moving through the shadows in a little circle of light. His countenance was as clear as
+the memory of my father's face as I saw it for the last time a few months before. The narrative of his
+journeyings and trials and disappointments ran without a break. Even certain sentences came to me
+complete and unforgettable, clear-cut like a cameo. All that I had to do was to follow Artaban, step
+by step, as the tale went on, from the beginning to the end of his pilgrimage.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;Perhaps this may explain some things in the story. I have been asked many times why I made the
+Fourth Wise Man tell a lie, in the cottage at Bethlehem, to save the little child's
+life.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I did not make him tell a lie.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;What
+Artaban said to the soldiers he said for himself, because he could not help it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;Is a lie ever justifiable? Perhaps not. But may it not sometimes seem inevitable?<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;And if it were a sin, might not a man confess it, and be pardoned for it more easily than
+for the greater sin of spiritual selfishness, or indifference, or the betrayal of innocent blood? That
+is what I saw Artaban do. That is what I heard him say. All through his life he was trying to do the
+best that he could. It was not perfect. But there are some kinds of failure that are better than
+success.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Though the story of the Fourth Wise Man came to me suddenly and
+without labor, there was a great deal of study and toil to be done before it could be written down. An
+idea arrives without effort; a form can only be wrought out by patient labor. If your story is worth
+telling, you ought to love it enough to be willing to work over it until it is true,&mdash;true not
+only to the ideal, but true also to the real. The light is a gift; but the local color can only be
+seen by one who looks for it long and steadily. Artaban went with me while I toiled through a score of
+volumes of ancient history and travel. I saw his figure while I journeyed on the motionless sea of the
+desert and in the strange cities of the East.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And now that his story is
+told, what does it mean?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;How can I tell? What does life mean? If the
+meaning could be put into a sentence there would be no need of telling the story.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; H<span class="smaller">ENRY VAN </span>D<span
+class="smaller">YKE.</span></p>
+<br><br>
+<p>Y<span class="smaller">OU</span> know the story of the Three Wise Men of the East, and how they
+traveled from far away to offer their gifts at the manger-cradle in Bethlehem. But have you ever heard
+the story of the Other Wise Man, who also saw the star in its rising, and set out to follow it, yet
+did not arrive with his brethren in the presence of the young child Jesus? Of the great desire of this
+fourth pilgrim, and how it was denied, yet accomplished in the denial; of his many wanderings and the
+probations of his soul; of the long way of his seeking, and the strange way of his finding, the One
+whom he sought&mdash;I would tell the tale as I have heard fragments of it in the Hall of Dreams, in
+the palace of the Heart of Man.</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5"><a name="2">THE SIGN IN THE SKY</a></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">The Sign in the Sky</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I<span class="smaller">N</span> the days when Augustus Caesar was master of
+many kings and Herod reigned in Jerusalem, there lived in the city of Ecbatana, among the mountains of
+Persia, a certain man named Artaban, the Median. His house stood close to the outermost of the seven
+walls which encircled the royal treasury. From his roof he could look over the rising battlements of
+black and white and crimson and blue and red and silver and gold, to the hill where the summer palace
+of the Parthian emperors glittered like a jewel in a sevenfold crown.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;Around the dwelling of Artaban spread a fair garden, a tangle of flowers and fruit trees,
+watered by a score of streams descending from the slopes of Mount Orontes, and made musical by
+innumerable birds. But all color was lost in the soft and odorous darkness of the late September
+night, and all sounds were hushed in the deep charm of its silence, save the plashing of the water,
+like a voice half sobbing and half laughing under the shadows. High above the trees a dim glow of
+light shone through the curtained arches of the upper chamber, where the master of the house was
+holding council with his friends.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He stood by the doorway to greet his
+guests&mdash;a tall, dark man of about forty years, with brilliant eyes set near together under his
+broad brow, and firm lines graven around his fine, thin lips; the brow of a dreamer and the mouth of
+soldier, a man of sensitive feeling but inflexible will&mdash;one of those who, in whatever age they
+may live, are born for inward conflict and a life of quest.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His robe was of
+pure white wool, thrown over a tunic of silk; and a white, pointed cap, with long lapels at the sides,
+rested on his flowing black hair. It was the dress of the ancient priesthood of the Magi, called the
+fire-worshippers.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Welcome!" he said, in his low, pleasant voice, as one
+after another entered the room&mdash;"welcome, Abdus; peace be with you, Rhodaspes and Tigranes, and
+with you my father, Abgarus. You are all welcome, and this house grows bright with the joy of your
+presence."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There were nine of the men, differing widely in age, but alike
+in the richness of their dress of many-colored silks, and in the massive golden collars around their
+necks, marking them as Parthian nobles, and in the winged circles of gold resting upon their breasts,
+the sign of the followers of Zoroaster.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They took their places around a
+small black altar at the end of the room, where a tiny flame was burning. Artaban, standing beside it,
+and waving a barsom of thin tamarisk branches above the fire, fed it with dry sticks of pine and
+fragrant oils. Then he began the ancient chant of the Yasna, and the voices of his companions joined
+in the beautiful hymn to Ahura-Mazda:</p>
+<table class="smaller" border="0"><tr><td align="left">We worship the Spirit Divine,<tr><td
+align="right">all wisdom and goodness possessing,<tr><td align="left">Surrounded by Holy
+Immortals,<tr><td align="right">the givers of bounty and blessing,<tr><td align="left">We joy in the
+works of His hands,<tr><td align="right">His truth and His power confessing.<tr><td>&nbsp;<tr><td
+align="left">We praise all the things that are pure,<tr><td align="right">for these are His only
+Creation;<tr><td align="left">The thoughts that are true,<tr><td align="right">and the words and deeds
+that have won approbation;<tr><td align="left">These are supported by Him<tr><td align="right">and for
+these we make adoration.<tr><td>&nbsp;<tr><td align="left">Hear us, O Mazda! Thou livest<tr><td
+align="right">in truth and in heavenly gladness;<tr><td align="left">Cleanse us from falsehood, and
+keep us<tr><td align="right">from evil and bondage to badness;<tr><td align="left">Pour out the light
+and the joy of Thy life<tr><td align="right">on our darkness and sadness.<tr><td>&nbsp;<tr><td
+align="left">Shine on our gardens and fields,<tr><td align="right">Shine on our working and
+weaving;<tr><td align="left">Shine on the whole race of man,<tr><td align="right">Believing and
+unbelieving;<tr><td align="right">Shine on us now through the night,<tr><td align="right">Shine on us
+now in Thy might,<tr><td align="left">The flame of our holy love<tr><td align="right">and the song of
+our worship receiving.</table>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The fire rose with the chant, throbbing as if it were made of musical flame,
+until it cast a bright illumination through the whole apartment, revealing its simplicity and
+splendor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The floor was laid with tiles of dark blue veined with white;
+pilasters of twisted silver stood out against the blue walls; the clearstory of round-arched windows
+above them was hung with azure silk; the vaulted ceiling was a pavement of sapphires, like the body of
+heaven in its clearness, sown with silver stars. From the four corners of the roof hung four golden
+magic-wheels, called the tongues of the gods. At the eastern end, behind the altar, there were two
+dark-red pillars of porphyry; above them a lintel of the same stone, on which was carved the figure of
+a winged archer, with his arrow set to the string and his bow drawn.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The
+doorway between the pillars, which opened upon the terrace of the roof, was covered with a heavy
+curtain of the color of a ripe pomegranate, embroidered with innumerable golden rays shooting upward
+from the floor. In effect the room was like a quiet, starry night, all azure and silver, flushed in
+the east with rosy promise of the dawn. It was, as the house of a man should be, an expression of the
+character and spirit of the master.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turned to his friends when the song
+was ended, and invited them to be seated on the divan at the western end of the room.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;"You have come to-night," said he, looking around the circle, "at my call, as the
+faithful scholars of Zoroaster, to renew your worship and rekindle your faith in the God of Purity,
+even as this fire has been rekindled on the altar. We worship not the fire, but Him of whom it is the
+chosen symbol, because it is the purest of all created things. It speaks to us of one who is Light and
+Truth. Is it not so, my father?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"It is well said, my son," answered the
+venerable Abgarus. "The enlightened are never idolaters. They lift the veil of the form and go in to
+the shrine of the reality, and new light and truth are coming to them continually through the old
+symbols."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Hear me, then, my father and my friends," said Artaban, very
+quietly, "while I tell you of the new light and truth that have come to me through the most ancient of
+all signs. We have searched the secrets of nature together, and studied the healing virtues of water
+and fire and the plants. We have read also the books of prophecy in which the future is dimly foretold
+in words that are hard to understand. But the highest of all learning is the knowledge of the stars.
+To trace their courses is to untangle the threads of the mystery of life from the beginning to the
+end. If we could follow them perfectly, nothing would be hidden from us. But is not our knowledge of
+them still incomplete? Are there not many stars still beyond our horizon&mdash;lights that are known
+only to the dwellers in the far south-land, among the spice-trees of Punt and the gold-mines of
+Ophir?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There was a murmur of assent among the listeners.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;"The stars," said Tigranes, "are the thoughts of the Eternal. They are numberless. But
+the thoughts of man can be counted, like the years of his life. The wisdom of the Magi is the greatest
+of all wisdoms on earth, because it knows its own ignorance. And that is the secret of power. We keep
+men always looking and waiting for a new sunrise. But we ourselves know that the darkness is equal to
+the light, and that the conflict between them will never be ended."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"That
+does not satisfy me," answered Artaban, "for, if the waiting must be endless, if there could be no
+fulfilment of it, then it would not be wisdom to look and wait. We should become like those new
+teachers of the Greeks, who say that there is no truth, and that the only wise men are those who spend
+their lives in discovering and exposing the lies that have been believed in the world. But the new
+sunrise will certainly dawn in the appointed time. Do not our own books tell us that this will come to
+pass, and that men will see the brightness of a great light?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"That is
+true," said the voice of Abgarus; "every faithful disciple of Zoroaster knows the prophecy of the
+Avesta and carries the word in his heart. 'In that day Sosiosh the Victorious shall arise out of the
+number of the prophets in the east country. Around him shall shine a mighty brightness, and he shall
+make life everlasting, incorruptible, and immortal, and the dead shall rise again.'"<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;"This is a dark saying," said Tigranes, "and it may be that we shall never understand it.
+It is better to consider the things that are near at hand, and to increase the influence of the Magi
+in their own country, rather than to look for one who may be a stranger, and to whom we must resign
+our power."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The others seemed to approve these words. There was a silent
+feeling of agreement manifest among them; their looks responded with that indefinable expression which
+always follows when a speaker has uttered the thought that has been slumbering in the hearts of his
+listeners. But Artaban turned to Abgarus with a glow on his face, and said:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;"My father, I have kept this prophecy in the secret place of my soul. Religion without a great
+hope would be like an altar without a living fire. And now the flame has burned more brightly, and by
+the light of it I have read other words which also have come from the fountain of Truth, and speak yet
+more clearly of the rising of the Victorious One in his brightness."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He
+drew from the breast of his tunic two small rolls of fine linen, with writing upon them, and unfolded
+them carefully upon his knee.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"In the years that are lost in the past, long
+before our fathers came into the land of Babylon, there were wise men in Chaldea, from whom the first
+of the Magi learned the secret of the heavens. And of these Balaam the son of Beor was one of the
+mightiest. Hear the words of his prophecy: 'There shall come a star out of Jacob, and a sceptre shall
+arise out of Israel.'"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The lips of Tigranes drew downward with contempt, as
+he said:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Judah was a captive by the waters of Babylon, and the sons of
+Jacob were in bondage to our kings. The tribes of Israel are scattered through the mountains like lost
+sheep, and from the remnant that dwells in Judea under the yoke of Rome neither star nor sceptre shall
+arise."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"And yet," answered Artaban, "it was the Hebrew Daniel, the mighty
+searcher of dreams, the counsellor of kings, the wise Belteshazzar, who was most honoured and beloved
+of our great King Cyrus. A prophet of sure things and a reader of the thoughts of God, Daniel proved
+himself to our people. And these are the words that he wrote." (Artaban read from the second roll:)
+"'Know, therefore, and understand that from the going forth of the commandment to restore Jerusalem,
+unto the Anointed One, the Prince, the time shall be seven and threescore and two
+weeks.'"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"But, my son," said Abgarus, doubtfully, "these are mystical
+numbers. Who can interpret them, or who can find the key that shall unlock their
+meaning?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban answered: "It has been shown to me and to my three
+companions among the Magi&mdash;Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar. We have searched the ancient tablets
+of Chaldea and computed the time. It falls in this year. We have studied the sky, and in the spring of
+the year we saw two of the greatest stars draw near together in the sign of the Fish, which is the
+house of the Hebrews. We also saw a new star there, which shone for one night and then vanished. Now
+again the two great planets are meeting. This night is their conjunction. My three brothers are
+watching at the ancient Temple of the Seven Spheres, at Borsippa, in Babylonia, and I am watching
+here. If the star shines again, they will wait ten days for me at the temple, and then we will set out
+together for Jerusalem, to see and worship the promised one who shall be born King of Israel. I
+believe the sign will come. I have made ready for the journey. I have sold my house and my
+possessions, and bought these three jewels&mdash;a sapphire, a ruby, and a pearl&mdash;to carry them
+as tribute to the King. And I ask you to go with me on the pilgrimage, that we may have joy together
+in finding the Prince who is worthy to be served."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While he was speaking he
+thrust his hand into the inmost fold of his girdle and drew out three great gems&mdash;one blue as a
+fragment of the night sky, one redder than a ray of sunrise, and one as pure as the peak of a snow
+mountain at twilight&mdash;and laid them on the out-spread linen scrolls before him.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;But his friends looked on with strange and alien eyes. A veil of doubt and mistrust came
+over their faces, like a fog creeping up from the marshes to hide the hills. They glanced at each
+other with looks of wonder and pity, as those who have listened to incredible sayings, the story of a
+wild vision, or the proposal of an impossible enterprise.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At last Tigranes
+said: "Artaban, this is a vain dream. It comes from too much looking upon the stars and the cherishing
+of lofty thoughts. It would be wiser to spend the time in gathering money for the new fire-temple at
+Chala. No king will ever rise from the broken race of Israel, and no end will ever come to the eternal
+strife of light and darkness. He who looks for it is a chaser of shadows. Farewell."<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;And another said: "Artaban, I have no knowledge of these things, and my office as
+guardian of the royal treasure binds me here. The quest is not for me. But if thou must follow it,
+fare thee well."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And another said: "In my house there sleeps a new bride,
+and I cannot leave her nor take her with me on this strange journey. This quest is not for me. But may
+thy steps be prospered wherever thou goest. So, farewell."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And another
+said: "I am ill and unfit for hardship, but there is a man among my servants whom I will send with
+thee when thou goest, to bring me word how thou farest."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But Abgarus, the
+oldest and the one who loved Artaban the best, lingered after the others had gone, and said, gravely:
+"My son, it may be that the light of truth is in this sign that has appeared in the skies, and then it
+will surely lead to the Prince and the mighty brightness. Or it may be that it is only a shadow of the
+light, as Tigranes has said, and then he who follows it will have only a long pilgrimage and an empty
+search. But it is better to follow even the shadow of the best than to remain content with the worst.
+And those who would see wonderful things must often be ready to travel alone. I am too old for this
+journey, but my heart shall be a companion of the pilgrimage day and night, and I shall know the end
+of thy quest. Go in peace."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So one by one they went out of the azure
+chamber with its silver stars, and Artaban was left in solitude.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He
+gathered up the jewels and replaced them in his girdle. For a long time he stood and watched the flame
+that flickered and sank upon the altar. Then he crossed the hall, lifted the heavy curtain, and passed
+out between the dull red pillars of porphyry to the terrace on the roof.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;The shiver that thrills through the earth ere she rouses from her night sleep had already begun,
+and the cool wind that heralds the daybreak was drawing downward from the lofty, snow-traced ravines
+of Mount Orontes. Birds, half awakened, crept and chirped among the rustling leaves, and the smell of
+ripened grapes came in brief wafts from the arbors.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Far over the eastern
+plain a white mist stretched like a lake. But where the distant peak of Zagros serrated the western
+horizon the sky was clear. Jupiter and Saturn rolled together like drops of lambent flame about to
+blend in one.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Artaban watched them, behold, an azure spark was born out
+of the darkness beneath, rounding itself with purple splendors to a crimson sphere, and spiring upward
+through rays of saffron and orange into a point of white radiance. Tiny and infinitely remote, yet
+perfect in every part, it pulsated in the enormous vault as if the three jewels in the Magian's breast
+had mingled and been transformed into a living heart of light.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He bowed his
+head. He covered his brow with his hands.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"It is the sign," he said. "The
+King is coming, and I will go to meet him."</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5"><a name="3">BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON</a></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">By the Waters of Babylon</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A<span class="smaller">LL</span> night long Vasda, the swiftest of Artaban's
+horses, had been waiting, saddled and bridled, in her stall, pawing the ground impatiently, and
+shaking her bit as if she shared the eagerness of her master's purpose, though she knew not its
+meaning.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Before the birds had fully roused to their strong, high, joyful
+chant of morning song, before the white mist had begun to lift lazily from the plain, the other wise
+man was in the saddle, riding swiftly along the high-road, which skirted the base of Mount Orontes,
+westward.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;How close, how intimate is the comradeship between a man and his
+favorite horse on a long journey. It is a silent, comprehensive friendship, an intercourse beyond the
+need of words.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They drink at the same wayside springs, and sleep under the
+same guardian stars. They are conscious together of the subduing spell of nightfall and the quickening
+joy of daybreak. The master shares his evening meal with his hungry companion, and feels the soft,
+moist lips caressing the palm of his hand as they close over the morsel of bread. In the gray dawn he
+is roused from his bivouac by the gentle stir of a warm, sweet breath over his sleeping face, and
+looks up into the eyes of his faithful fellow-traveller, ready and waiting for the toil of the day.
+Surely, unless he is a pagan and an unbeliever, by whatever name he calls upon his God, he will thank
+Him for this voiceless sympathy, this dumb affection, and his morning prayer will embrace a double
+blessing&mdash;God bless us both, and keep our feet from falling and our souls from
+death!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;And then, through the keen morning air, the swift hoofs beat their
+spirited music along the road, keeping time to the pulsing of two hearts that are moved with the same
+eager desire&mdash;to conquer space, to devour the distance, to attain the goal of the
+journey.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban must, indeed, ride wisely and well if he would keep the
+appointed hour with the other Magi; for the route was a hundred and fifty parasangs, and fifteen was
+the utmost that he could travel in a day. But he knew Vasda's strength, and pushed forward without
+anxiety, making the fixed distance every day, though he must travel late into the night, and in the
+morning long before sunrise.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He passed along the brown slopes of Mount
+Orontes, furrowed by the rocky courses of a hundred torrents.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He crossed
+the level plains of the Nisasans, where the famous herds of horses, feeding in the wide pastures,
+tossed their heads at Vasda's approach, and galloped away with a thunder of many hoofs, and flocks of
+wild birds rose suddenly from the swampy meadows, wheeling in great circles with a shining flutter of
+innumerable wings and shrill cries of surprise.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He traversed the fertile
+fields of Concabar, where the dust from the threshing-floors filled the air with a golden mist, half
+hiding the huge temple of Astarte with its four hundred pillars.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At
+Baghistan, among the rich gardens watered by fountains from the rock, he looked up at the mountain
+thrusting its immense rugged brow out over the road, and saw the figure of King Darius trampling upon
+his fallen foes, and the proud list of his wars and conquests graven high upon the face of the eternal
+cliff.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Over many a cold and desolate pass, crawling painfully across the
+wind-swept shoulders of the hills; down many a black mountain-gorge, where the river roared and raced
+before him like a savage guide; across many a smiling vale, with terraces of yellow limestone full of
+vines and fruit trees; through the oak groves of Carine and the dark Gates of Zagros, walled in by
+precipices; into the ancient city of Chala, where the people of Samaria had been kept in captivity
+long ago; and out again by the mighty portal, riven through the encircling hills, where he saw the
+image of the High Priest of the Magi sculptured on the wall of rock, with hand uplifted as if to bless
+the centuries of pilgrims; past the entrance of the narrow defile, filled from end to end with
+orchards of peaches and figs, through which the river Gyndes foamed down to meet him; over the broad
+rice-fields, where the autumnal vapors spread their deathly mists; following along the course of the
+river, under tremulous shadows of poplar and tamarind, among the lower hills; and out upon the flat
+plain, where the road ran straight as an arrow through the stubble-fields and parched meadows; past
+the city of Ctesiphon, where the Parthian emperors reigned, and the vast metropolis of Seleucia which
+Alexander built; across the swirling floods of Tigris and the many channels of Euphrates, flowing
+yellow through the corn-lands&mdash;Artaban pressed onward until he arrived, at nightfall of the tenth
+day, beneath the shattered walls of populous Babylon.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Vasda was almost
+spent, and he would gladly have turned into the city to find rest and refreshment for himself and for
+her. But he knew that it was three hours' journey yet to the Temple of the Seven Spheres, and he must
+reach the place by midnight if he would find his comrades waiting. So he did not halt, but rode
+steadily across the stubble-fields.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A grove of date-palms made an island of
+gloom in the pale yellow sea. As she passed into the shadow Vasda slackened her pace, and began to
+pick her way more carefully.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Near the farther end of the darkness an access
+of caution seemed to fall upon her. She scented some danger or difficulty; it was not in her heart to
+fly from it&mdash;only to be prepared for it, and to meet it wisely, as a good horse should do. The
+grove was close and silent as the tomb; not a leaf rustled, not a bird sang.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;She felt her steps before her delicately, carrying her head low, and sighing now and then with
+apprehension. At last she gave a quick breath of anxiety and dismay, and stood stock-still, quivering
+in every muscle, before a dark object in the shadow of the last palm-tree.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;Artaban dismounted. The dim starlight revealed the form of a man lying across the road. His
+humble dress and the outline of his haggard face showed that he was probably one of the poor Hebrew
+exiles who still dwelt in great numbers in the vicinity. His pallid skin, dry and yellow as parchment,
+bore the mark of the deadly fever which ravaged the marsh-lands in autumn. The chill of death was in
+his lean hand, and, as Artaban released it, the arm fell back inertly upon the motionless
+breast.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He turned away with a thought of pity, consigning the body to that
+strange burial which the Magians deemed most fitting&mdash;the funeral of the desert, from which the
+kites and vultures rise on dark wings, and the beasts of prey slink furtively away, leaving only a
+heap of white bones in the sand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But, as he turned, a long, faint, ghostly
+sigh came from the man's lips. The brown, bony fingers closed convulsively on the hem of the Magian's
+robe and held him fast.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban's heart leaped to his throat, not with
+fear, but with a dumb resentment at the importunity of this blind delay.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;How could he stay here in the darkness to minister to a dying stranger? What claim had this
+unknown fragment of human life upon his compassion or his service? If he lingered but for an hour he
+could hardly reach Borsippa at the appointed time. His companions would think he had given up the
+journey. They would go without him. He would lose his quest.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But if he went
+on now, the man would surely die. If he stayed, life might be restored. His spirit throbbed and
+fluttered with the urgency of the crisis. Should he risk the great reward of his divine faith for the
+sake of a single deed of human love? Should he turn aside, if only for a moment, from the following of
+the star, to give a cup of cold water to a poor, perishing Hebrew?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"God of
+truth and purity," he prayed, "direct me in the holy path, the way of wisdom which Thou only
+knowest."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then he turned back to the sick man. Loosening the grasp of his
+hand, he carried him to a little mound at the foot of the palm-tree.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He
+unbound the thick folds of the turban and opened the garment above the sunken breast. He brought water
+from one of the small canals near by, and moistened the sufferer's brow and mouth. He mingled a
+draught of one of those simple but potent remedies which he carried always in his girdle&mdash;for the
+Magians were physicians as well as astrologers&mdash;and poured it slowly between the colorless lips.
+Hour after hour he labored as only a skilful healer of disease can do; and, at last, the man's
+strength returned; he sat up and looked about him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Who art thou?" he said,
+in the rude dialect of the country, "and why hast thou sought me here to bring back my
+life?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I am Artaban the Magian, of the city of Ecbatana, and I am going to
+Jerusalem in search of one who is to be born King of the Jews, a great Prince and Deliverer of all
+men. I dare not delay any longer upon my journey, for the caravan that has waited for me may depart
+without me. But see, here is all that I have left of bread and wine, and here is a potion of healing
+herbs. When thy strength is restored thou canst find the dwellings of the Hebrews among the houses of
+Babylon."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The Jew raised his trembling hand solemnly to
+heaven.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Now may the God of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob bless and prosper
+the journey of the merciful, and bring him in peace to his desired haven. But stay; I have nothing to
+give thee in return&mdash;only this: that I can tell thee where the Messiah must be sought. For our
+prophets have said that he should be born not in Jerusalem, but in Bethlehem of Judah. May the Lord
+bring thee in safety to that place, because thou hast had pity upon the sick."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;It was already long past midnight. Artaban rode in haste, and Vasda, restored by the brief rest,
+ran eagerly through the silent plain and swam the channels of the river. She put forth the remnant of
+her strength, and fled over the ground like a gazelle.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But the first beam
+of the sun sent her shadow before her as she entered upon the final stadium of the journey, and the
+eyes of Artaban, anxiously scanning the great mound of Nimrod and the Temple of the Seven Spheres,
+could discern no trace of his friends.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The many-colored terraces of black
+and orange and red and yellow and green and blue and white, shattered by the convulsions of nature,
+and crumbling under the repeated blows of human violence, still glittered like a ruined rainbow in the
+morning light.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban rode swiftly around the hill. He dismounted and
+climbed to the highest terrace, looking out towards the west.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The huge
+desolation of the marshes stretched away to the horizon and the border of the desert. Bitterns stood
+by the stagnant pools and jackals skulked through the low bushes; but there was no sign of the caravan
+of the wise men, far or near.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At the edge of the terrace he saw a little
+cairn of broken bricks, and under them a piece of parchment. He caught it up and read: "We have waited
+past the midnight, and can delay no longer. We go to find the King. Follow us across the
+desert."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban sat down upon the ground and covered his head in
+despair.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"How can I cross the desert," said he, "with no food and with a
+spent horse? I must return to Babylon, sell my sapphire, and buy a train of camels, and provision for
+the journey. I may never overtake my friends. Only God the merciful knows whether I shall not lose the
+sight of the King because I tarried to show mercy."</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5"><a name="4">FOR THE SAKE OF A LITTLE CHILD</a></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">For the Sake of a Little Child</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;T<span class="smaller">HERE</span> was a silence in the Hall of Dreams, where I
+was listening to the story of the Other Wise Man. And through this silence I saw, but very dimly, his
+figure passing over the dreary undulations of the desert, high upon the back of his camel, rocking
+steadily onward like a ship over the waves.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The land of death spread its
+cruel net around him. The stony wastes bore no fruit but briers and thorns. The dark ledges of rock
+thrust themselves above the surface here and there, like the bones of perished monsters. Arid and
+inhospitable mountain ranges rose before him, furrowed with dry channels of ancient torrents, white
+and ghastly as scars on the face of nature. Shifting hills of treacherous sand were heaped like tombs
+along the horizon. By day, the fierce heat pressed its intolerable burden on the quivering air; and no
+living creature moved on the dumb, swooning earth, but tiny jerboas scuttling through the parched
+bushes, or lizards vanishing in the clefts of the rock. By night the jackals prowled and barked in the
+distance, and the lion made the black ravines echo with his hollow roaring, while a bitter, blighting
+chill followed the fever of the day. Through heat and cold, the Magian moved steadily
+onward.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then I saw the gardens and orchards of Damascus, watered by the
+streams of Abana and Pharpar, with their sloping swards inlaid with bloom, and their thickets of myrrh
+and roses. I saw also the long, snowy ridge of Hermon, and the dark groves of cedars, and the valley
+of the Jordan, and the blue waters of the Lake of Galilee, and the fertile plain of Esdraelon, and the
+hills of Ephraim, and the highlands of Judah. Through all these I followed the figure of Artaban
+moving steadily onward, until he arrived at Bethlehem. And it was the third day after the three wise
+men had come to that place and had found Mary and Joseph, with the young child, Jesus, and had lain
+their gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh at his feet.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then the other
+wise man drew near, weary, but full of hope, bearing his ruby and his pearl to offer to the King. "For
+now at last," he said, "I shall surely find him, though it be alone, and later than my brethren. This
+is the place of which the Hebrew exile told me that the prophets had spoken, and here I shall behold
+the rising of the great light. But I must inquire about the visit of my brethren, and to what house
+the star directed them, and to whom they presented their tribute."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The
+streets of the village seemed to be deserted, and Artaban wondered whether the men had all gone up to
+the hill-pastures to bring down their sheep. From the open door of a low stone cottage he heard the
+sound of a woman's voice singing softly. He entered and found a young mother hushing her baby to rest.
+She told him of the strangers from the far East who had appeared in the village three days ago, and
+how they said that a star had guided them to the place where Joseph of Nazareth was lodging with his
+wife and her new-born child, and how they had paid reverence to the child and given him many rich
+gifts.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"But the travellers disappeared again," she continued, "as suddenly
+as they had come. We were afraid at the strangeness of their visit. We could not understand it. The
+man of Nazareth took the babe and his mother and fled away that same night secretly, and it was
+whispered that they were going far away to Egypt. Ever since, there has been a spell upon the village;
+something evil hangs over it. They say that the Roman soldiers are coming from Jerusalem to force a
+new tax from us, and the men have driven the flocks and herds far back among the hills, and hidden
+themselves to escape it."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban listened to her gentle, timid speech, and
+the child in her arms looked up in his face and smiled, stretching out its rosy hands to grasp at the
+winged circle of gold on his breast. His heart warmed to the touch. It seemed like a greeting of love
+and trust to one who had journeyed long in loneliness and perplexity, fighting with his own doubts and
+fears, and following a light that was veiled in clouds.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Might not this
+child have been the promised Prince?" he asked within himself, as he touched its soft cheek. "Kings
+have been born ere now in lowlier houses than this, and the favorite of the stars may rise even from a
+cottage. But it has not seemed good to the God of wisdom to reward my search so soon and so easily.
+The one whom I seek has gone before me; and now I must follow the King to Egypt."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;The young mother laid the babe in its cradle, and rose to minister to the wants of the strange
+guest that fate had brought into her house. She set food before him, the plain fare of peasants, but
+willingly offered, and therefore full of refreshment for the soul as well as for the body. Artaban
+accepted it gratefully; and, as he ate, the child fell into a happy slumber, and murmured sweetly in
+its dreams, and a great peace filled the quiet room.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But suddenly there
+came the noise of a wild confusion and uproar in the streets of the village, a shrieking and wailing
+of women's voices, a clangor of brazen trumpets and a clashing of swords, and a desperate cry: "The
+soldiers! the soldiers of Herod! They are killing our children."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The young
+mother's face grew white with terror. She clasped her child to her bosom, and crouched motionless in
+the darkest corner of the room, covering him with the folds of her robe, lest he should wake and
+cry.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But Artaban went quickly and stood in the doorway of the house. His
+broad shoulders filled the portal from side to side, and the peak of his white cap all but touched the
+lintel.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The soldiers came hurrying down the street with bloody hands and
+dripping swords. At the sight of the stranger in his imposing dress they hesitated with surprise. The
+captain of the band approached the threshold to thrust him aside. But Artaban did not stir. His face
+was as calm as though he were watching the stars, and in his eyes there burned that steady radiance
+before which even the half-tamed hunting leopard shrinks, and the fierce blood-hound pauses in his
+leap. He held the soldier silently for an instant, and then said in a low voice:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;"I am all alone in this place, and I am waiting to give this jewel to the prudent captain who
+will leave me in peace."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He showed the ruby, glistening in the hollow of
+his hand like a great drop of blood.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The captain was amazed at the splendor
+of the gem. The pupils of his eyes expanded with desire, and the hard lines of greed wrinkled around
+his lips. He stretched out his hand and took the ruby.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"March on!" he cried
+to his men, "there is no child here. The house is still."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The clamor and
+the clang of arms passed down the street as the headlong fury of the chase sweeps by the secret covert
+where the trembling deer is hidden. Artaban re-entered the cottage. He turned his face to the east and
+prayed:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"God of truth, forgive my sin! I have said the thing that is not,
+to save the life of a child. And two of my gifts are gone. I have spent for man that which was meant
+for God. Shall I ever be worthy to see the face of the King?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But the voice
+of the woman, weeping for joy in the shadow behind him, said very gently:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
+&nbsp;"Because thou hast saved the life of my little one, may the Lord bless thee and keep thee; the
+Lord make His face to shine upon thee and be gracious unto thee; the Lord lift up His countenance upon
+thee and give thee peace."</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5"><a name="5">IN THE HIDDEN WAY OF SORROW</a></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">In the Hidden Way of Sorrow</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;T<span class="smaller">HEN</span> again there was a silence in the Hall of
+Dreams, deeper and more mysterious than the first interval, and I understood that the years of Artaban
+were flowing very swiftly under the stillness of that clinging fog, and I caught only a glimpse, here
+and there, of the river of his life shining through the shadows that concealed its
+course.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I saw him moving among the throngs of men in populous Egypt,
+seeking everywhere for traces of the household that had come down from Bethlehem, and finding them
+under the spreading sycamore-trees of Heliopolis, and beneath the walls of the Roman fortress of New
+Babylon beside the Nile&mdash;traces so faint and dim that they vanished before him continually, as
+footprints on the hard river-sand glisten for a moment with moisture and then disappear.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;I saw him again at the foot of the pyramids, which lifted their sharp points into the
+intense saffron glow of the sunset sky, changeless monuments of the perishable glory and the
+imperishable hope of man. He looked up into the vast countenance of the crouching Sphinx and vainly
+tried to read the meaning of the calm eyes and smiling mouth. Was it, indeed, the mockery of all
+effort and all aspiration, as Tigranes had said&mdash;the cruel jest of a riddle that has no answer, a
+search that never can succeed? Or was there a touch of pity and encouragement in that inscrutable
+smile&mdash;a promise that even the defeated should attain a victory, and the disappointed should
+discover a prize, and the ignorant should be made wise, and the blind should see, and the wandering
+should come into the haven at last?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I saw him again in an obscure house of
+Alexandria, taking counsel with a Hebrew rabbi. The venerable man, bending over the rolls of parchment
+on which the prophecies of Israel were written, read aloud the pathetic words which foretold the
+sufferings of the promised Messiah&mdash;the despised and rejected of men, the man of sorrows and the
+acquaintance of grief.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"And remember, my son," said he, fixing his deep-set
+eyes upon the face of Artaban, "the King whom you are seeking is not to be found in a palace, nor
+among the rich and powerful. If the light of the world and the glory of Israel had been appointed to
+come with the greatness of earthly splendor, it must have appeared long ago. For no son of Abraham
+will ever again rival the power which Joseph had in the palaces of Egypt, or the magnificence of
+Solomon throned between the lions in Jerusalem. But the light for which the world is waiting is a new
+light, the glory that shall rise out of patient and triumphant suffering. And the kingdom which is to
+be established forever is a new kingdom, the royalty of perfect and unconquerable love.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do not know how this shall come to pass, nor how the turbulent kings and peoples of
+earth shall be brought to acknowledge the Messiah and pay homage to Him. But this I know. Those who
+seek Him will do well to look among the poor and the lowly, the sorrowful and the
+oppressed."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So I saw the other wise man again and again, travelling from
+place to place, and searching among the people of the dispersion, with whom the little family from
+Bethlehem might, perhaps, have found a refuge. He passed through countries where famine lay heavy upon
+the land, and the poor were crying for bread. He made his dwelling in plague-stricken cities where the
+sick were languishing in the bitter companionship of helpless misery. He visited the oppressed and the
+afflicted in the gloom of subterranean prisons, and the crowded wretchedness of slave-markets, and the
+weary toil of galley-ships. In all this populous and intricate world of anguish, though he found none
+to worship, he found many to help. He fed the hungry, and clothed the naked, and healed the sick, and
+comforted the captive; and his years went by more swiftly than the weaver's shuttle that flashes back
+and forth through the loom while the web grows and the invisible pattern is completed.<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;It seemed almost as if he had forgotten his quest. But once I saw him for a moment as he
+stood alone at sunrise, waiting at the gate of a Roman prison. He had taken from a secret resting-
+place in his bosom the pearl, the last of his jewels. As he looked at it, a mellower lustre, a soft
+and iridescent light, full of shifting gleams of azure and rose, trembled upon its surface. It seemed
+to have absorbed some reflection of the colors of the lost sapphire and ruby. So the profound, secret
+purpose of a noble life draws into itself the memories of past joy and past sorrow. All that has
+helped it, all that has hindered it, is transfused by a subtle magic into its very essence. It becomes
+more luminous and precious the longer it is carried close to the warmth of the beating
+heart.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then, at last, while I was thinking of this pearl, and of its
+meaning, I heard the end of the story of the Other Wise Man.</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5"><a name="6">A PEARL OF GREAT PRICE</a></p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head4">A Pearl of Great Price</p>
+<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;T<span class="smaller">HREE</span>-and-thirty years of the life of Artaban had
+passed away, and he was still a pilgrim, and a seeker after light. His hair, once darker than the
+cliffs of Zagros, was now white as the wintry snow that covered them. His eyes, that once flashed like
+flames of fire, were dull as embers smouldering among the ashes.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Worn and
+weary and ready to die, but still looking for the King, he had come for the last time to Jerusalem. He
+had often visited the holy city before, and had searched through all its lanes and crowded hovels and
+black prisons without finding any trace of the family of Nazarenes who had fled from Bethlehem long
+ago. But now it seemed as if he must make one more effort, and something whispered in his heart that,
+at last, he might succeed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It was the season of the Passover. The city was
+thronged with strangers. The children of Israel, scattered in far lands all over the world, had
+returned to the Temple for the great feast, and there had been a confusion of tongues in the narrow
+streets for many days.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But on this day there was a singular agitation
+visible in the multitude. The sky was veiled with a portentous gloom, and currents of excitement
+seemed to flash through the crowd like the thrill which shakes the forest on the eve of a storm. A
+secret tide was sweeping them all one way. The clatter of sandals, and the soft, thick sound of
+thousands of bare feet shuffling over the stones, flowed unceasingly along the street that leads to
+the Damascus gate.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban joined company with a group of people from his
+own country, Parthian Jews who had come up to keep the Passover, and inquired of them the cause of the
+tumult, and where they were going.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"We are going," they answered, "to the
+place called Golgotha, outside the city walls, where there is to be an execution. Have you not heard
+what has happened? Two famous robbers are to be crucified, and with them another, called Jesus of
+Nazareth, a man who has done many wonderful works among the people, so that they love him greatly. But
+the priests and elders have said that he must die, because he gave himself out to be the Son of God.
+And Pilate has sent him to the cross because he said that he was the 'King of the
+Jews.'"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;How strangely these familiar words fell upon the tired heart of
+Artaban! They had led him for a lifetime over land and sea. And now they came to him darkly and
+mysteriously like a message of despair. The King had arisen, but He had been denied and cast out. He
+was about to perish. Perhaps He was already dying. Could it be the same who had been born in Bethlehem
+thirty-three years ago, at whose birth the star had appeared in heaven, and of whose coming the
+prophets had spoken?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban's heart beat unsteadily with that troubled,
+doubtful apprehension which is the excitement of old age. But he said within himself: "The ways of God
+are stranger than the thoughts of men, and it may be that I shall find the King, at last, in the hands
+of His enemies, and shall come in time to offer my pearl for His ransom before He dies."<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;So the old man followed the multitude with slow and painful steps towards the Damascus
+gate of the city. Just beyond the entrance of the guard-house a troop of Macedonian soldiers came down
+the street, dragging a young girl with torn dress and dishevelled hair. As the Magian paused to look
+at her with compassion, she broke suddenly from the hands of her tormentors, and threw herself at his
+feet, clasping him around the knees. She had seen his white cap and the winged circle on his
+breast.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Have pity on me," she cried, "and save me, for the sake of the God
+of Purity! I also am a daughter of the true religion which is taught by the Magi. My father was a
+merchant of Parthia, but he is dead, and I am seized for his debts to be sold as a slave. Save me from
+worse than death."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Artaban trembled.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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&mdash;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Was it his great opportunity, or his last temptation? He could not
+tell. One thing only was clear in the darkness of his mind&mdash;it was inevitable. And does not the
+inevitable come from God?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;One thing only was sure to his divided
+heart&mdash;to rescue this helpless girl would be a true deed of love. And is not love the light of
+the soul?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"This is thy ransom, daughter! It is the last of my treasures which
+I kept for the King."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;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.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Then the old man's lips began to move, as if in answer, and she
+heard him say in the Parthian tongue:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Not so, my Lord: For when saw I thee
+an hungered and fed thee? Or thirsty, and gave thee drink? When saw I thee a stranger, and took thee
+in? Or naked, and clothed thee? When saw I thee sick or in prison, and came unto thee? Three-and-
+thirty years have I looked for thee; but I have never seen thy face, nor ministered to thee, my
+King."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He ceased, and the sweet voice came again. And again the maid heard
+it, very faintly and far away. But now it seemed as though she understood the words:<br><br>&nbsp;
+&nbsp; &nbsp;"<i>Verily I say unto thee, Inasmuch as thou hast done it unto one of the least of these
+my brethren, thou hast done it unto me.</i>"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A calm radiance of wonder and
+joy lighted the pale face of Artaban like the first ray of dawn on a snowy mountain-peak. One long,
+last breath of relief exhaled gently from his lips.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His journey was ended.
+His treasures were accepted. The Other Wise Man had found the King.</p>
+<br><br>
+<p class="head5">THE END</p>
+<br><br>
+
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