ace that only the Galilean may look upon it in
the moonlight," the lawyer breathed softly.

"Doth he hold her hand?" and there was suppressed emotion in Zador's
voice.

"Who knoweth?"

"Doth her shoulder touch his as she leaneth close to hear the words he
speaks?"

"Who knoweth?"

"How doth he hold his arm nearest the woman?" and in his anxiety to
see, Zador raised his head above the jar. "His words and touch maketh
her face to shine. Like a sour citron did her countenance glow when I
did try to touch her," he growled.

"Hst! Hst! Hst!"

"Where he walketh, there should Zador Ben Amon walk, whispering over
her smiling face. Yet by all the worms of torment shall not that
Galilean ass take from me the comely one of Bethany!" he muttered.

While the breath of the words yet hung on his lips the Rabbi turned as
if in answer to a call and before Zador could drop behind the jar, a
message had been flashed to him. And the Galilean smiled.

"God of Abraham!" Zador Ben Amon exclaimed when Lazarus and his friends
had passed through the gate. "With what eyes doth he do it? Twice
hath he sent me his mind without words. As I stood by the pillar in
the Temple did he not say to me, keen as the arrow flies, 'Thou art the
man'? Now hath he shot again at me such words as lay hold like hooks
of steel in raw flesh. Thou fool!' he hath said, and in such manner
that now when the breath enter my body, it sayeth 'Thou fool!' and when
it passeth out it sayeth 'Thou fool!' To the fires of Gehenna with
such eyes!"

CHAPTER XV

THE DEATH OF LAZARUS

An illness had fallen on Lazarus. By his bedside sat Mary. The
curtains were drawn, and a lamp burned on a table near by. Bending
over the couch Mary called softly, "Lazarus! Lazarus!" She
straightened up and looked down at the body of her brother with grave
concern. "Three days," she said to herself, "hath his groaning fallen
heavily on my heart. Now doth the silence fall with heavier weight.
Yet doth the skill of the physician avail not." Stepping to the door
she called Martha. "Through the night I have been with him," she said
to her sister as she came in, "and have done as the physician directed.
Yet even before the midnight cock-crowing did he moan until tears wet
my eyes for his much suffering. With bath and soothing words did I
minister to him until the morning cometh, and sleep. But it is not
good sleep."

Hastening to the couch, Martha bent over, c