han her father, and he has gone with
Cohen--curse him! may he never more be seen by Miriam!"

The chaplain laughed maliciously: "Oh! the wind blows in that quarter,
eh? You love the fair Miriam, but another has cut you out!"

The betrayer was inclined to be surly, but the chaplain knew how to
speak like the "_lamb_," and quickly mollified the young Hebrew. Then,
together, they plotted and conferred, their plotting based on the
supposition that young Isaac Wolferstein, the fugitive lover of Miriam
would return, secretly, to induce Miriam to share the loyal-to-Jehovah
flight of himself and her father.

* * * * * *

The vineyard of Cohen was an eighth of a mile from his villa, and the
villa was a mile and a half from the Jaffa Gate of the city. Miriam
had wandered out as far as the vineyard, for her heart was too sore to
sleep that night. She made her way to the arbour, where so often Isaac
and she had held sweet and tender intercourse. During the last twelve
hours, she had turned unto God and unto the Messiah who was so soon to
come to deliver His people and to set up His kingdom.

She had gazed upon the resurrected Two Witnesses, as they had appeared,
glorified, in the Heavens, after that awful earthquake. And, recalling
the words of their preaching, and all that her lover and father had
urged upon her before they reluctantly left her, to flee the city, she
had been suddenly bowed before God, in penitence and prayer.

"If only Isaac would come back for me," she moaned, as she dropped
wearily upon the seat of the arbour.

"He has come back, Mirry, darling!"

At the first sound of the voice that spoke, she leaped to her feet,
crying: "Isaac! Isaac! Forgive me, dear, that I----"

She got no further, his arms enclosed her fair form, his hot lips gave
and received love's pure caress, and when at last he spoke again, it
was to say: "God has given us again each other, darling, and nothing
but death must ever part us again."

The hours passed and to them they seemed but as minutes. He had much
to tell of the flight of the Believers, as he termed them, and had many
words of message from her father.

The morning comes early in Palestine. At the first blush of dawn they
stole out of the vineyard, to where his motor waited. They had eyes
only for each other, as, hand in hand, they moved through the morning
twilight. Then, with a bewildering suddenness, from the off-side of
the