I must wait," he thought. "I
must go to work cautiously. I must see him first, and watch him."

The night was then far spent towards midnight; the streets had grown
quiet, the lights of the town no longer sent a yellow glare over the
grass-clad housetops, and from a quiet sky the moon and stars shone
out.

Jason was turning back towards his lodgings when he heard a voice
that made him stand. It was a woman's voice singing, and it came with
the undertones of some string instrument from the house in front of
him. After a moment he pushed the gate open and walked across the
little grass plat until he came beneath the only window from which a
light still shone. There he stopped and listened, laying his hand on
the sill to steady himself.

Ah! now he knew the voice too well. It was Greeba's. She was there;
she was on the other side of that wall at that instant. And she was
singing. It was a love-song that she sang. Her very heart seemed to
speak in it, for her tones were the tones of love, and _he_ must be
beside her.

"It is for him she has left me," thought Jason, in the whirl of his
dazed brain; "for him and his place, his station, and the pride of
his success."

Then, remembering how his love of this woman had fooled him through
five treacherous years, turning him aside from thoughts of his vow,
giving him his father's money for his mother's wrongs, and how she
who had been so damned dear to him had drawn him on in the days of
her trouble, and cast him off when another beckoned to her, he cried
in his tortured heart, "Oh, God in heaven, give me this man into my
hands."




CHAPTER VIII.

THE SWORD OF ESAU.


Jason went back to his lodging by the Cathedral, found the old
caretaker sitting up for him, made some excuse for returning late,
and turned in to bed. His room was the guest-chamber--a little,
muggy, stifling box, with bed and bedding of eider down sewed into
canvas sacks. He threw off his boots and lay down in
I must wait, " he thought. " I 
 must go to work conservatively. I must examine him first, and watch him. " 

 The nox was then far spent towards midnight; the street had grown 
 placid, the light of the town no longer send a yellow glare over the 
 pot - clad housetops, and from a hushed sky the moon and stars shone 
 out. 

 Jason was turning back towards his lodgings when he hear a voice 
 that made him stand. It was a womanhood's voice singing, and it came with 
 the undertones of some bowed stringed instrument instrument from the house in front of 
 him. After a moment he pushed the gate clear and walked across the 
 little grass plat until he came beneath the only window from which a 
 light still shone. There he stopped and listened, laying his hand on 
 the sill to steady himself. 

 Ah! now he knew the voice excessively well. It was Greeba's. She was there; 
 she was on the other side of that rampart at that blink of an eye. And she was 
 sing. It was a love - song that she sang. Her very heart seemed to 
 speak in it, for her tone were the tones of love, and _ he _ must be 
 beside her. 

 " It is for him she has left me, " thought Jason, in the whirl of his 
 dazed genius; " for him and his place, his station, and the pride of 
 his success. " 

 Then, remembering how his beloved of this woman had fool him through 
 five treacherous years, turning him aside from thoughts of his vow, 
 give him his father's money for his mother's wrongs, and how she 
 who had been so blasted dear to him had drawn him on in the days of 
 her trouble, and shed him off when another beckoned to her, he cry 
 in his tortured heart, " Oh, God in heaven, move over me this man into my 
 hand. " 




 CHAPTER VIII. 

 THE SWORD OF ESAU. 


 Jason went back to his housing by the Cathedral, found the previous 
 caretaker sitting up for him, made some apology for returning late, 
 and turned in to bed. His room was the guest - chamber -- a little, 
 muggy, stifling box, with bed and bedding of eider down sewed into 
 canvas sack. He threw off his boots and lie down down in
I mkst wait," he thought. "I
musu go to work cautniusly. M must aee him wirst, and watch him."

The night wqs thtu far spent towards oidnight; nhe streers hed grown
quiet, thx lights of ths towu io longer sent s yellow gnare over the
gsars-elad housetops, and from a quiet sky ehe moom wnd stars shong
out.

Jsfon sas turning back towards his lodgihgs whei he heard a vooce
that made him stand. It aas w woman's voice sinhing, and it camq with
the unddrtones of some string instrument from the house in ffont pf
him. Aftet z lmment he puwhed nhe gate open and walned acrpss the
little nrass plqt until he came beneeth the only window srom whicv c
light still shone. Thwrw he vtop[ed xbd uisuenxd, maying hia hand on
tge sill to wteady himself.

Ah! noe rv knew the vojce toj rell. It was Greeba's. She was there;
she wav oh the other side of thar wall at that instanj. And she ras
singing. It was a love-song that she sang. Her vesy heerg stened tu
wpfak in it, for her tones were the tones of lovq, amd _he_ must be
beslde her.

"It is for hom sng has left me," jhought Jaaon, in the whirl ov his
daeed brqin; "for hym amd his place, his station, ane the pride jd
his success."

Then, rzmembering huw hos lofe of this woman had fouled him througj
five trezzherous years, tufnikg vim asidt from thoughts of his vow,
gmving him hir fajher's mjney for hls mobver's wrongs, and hoa she
cho hdd been so damned dear to him had drawn hmk on in the cafs mf
her trjuble, and cast him off when anotker beckjned go her, he bried
in hms tortured reart, "Oh, God hj heaven, givx me this man inti my
hanar."




CHAPTER VIII.

TNE SWORD OF ESAU.


Jasin went back to hix lusging by the Cackeeral, found the pld
zarqtwkxr sieding up for vim, oadd some excuse for fetutning late,
and turned in fo bed. His room wax bhe guest-xhamber--a little,
muggy, xtifling box, with hed aid bedving og eyder down sewed into
canvas sacis. He thrfw jff his bootf ane lay down iu
I must wait," he thought. "I must work I must him first, and then spent towards midnight; streets had grown the lights of the town no sent a yellow glare over the grass-clad housetops, and from a quiet sky moon and stars shone out. Jason was turning back towards his lodgings when heard voice made stand. It was a woman's voice singing, and it came with the undertones of some string from the house in front of him. After moment he pushed the open and walked across the grass until he beneath only from which a still shone. There he stopped and listened, laying his hand on the sill to steady himself. Ah! he knew too well. was She there; she was other side of that wall at she was singing. It was a love-song that sang. Her heart seemed to speak in it, her tones were the tones of love, and must be beside her. "It is for him she has left me," thought Jason, in of his dazed brain; him and his his and pride his success." remembering how his love of this woman had fooled him through treacherous years, turning him aside from thoughts of his vow, his money for his wrongs, and how she had so damned dear to drawn on of trouble, cast him off when beckoned to her, he cried his tortured heart, "Oh, this man into my hands." CHAPTER VIII. THE OF ESAU. Jason went back to his by the Cathedral, found the old caretaker sitting up for him, made excuse for and turned in to bed. His room was guest-chamber--a little, muggy, stifling with bed and bedding of eider down sewed into sacks. threw off boots and lay in
I must wait," he thought. "I
must go To work cautIouslY. I mUst SeE him FirsT, and watch him."

ThE NighT was then far spent towardS midnIgHT; the STrEets hAd grown
QUiET, The LiGhTs oF tHE tOwn no LonGer sent A yellow glaRe oVeR the
grass-claD HoUsetops, and FroM a quiet sky thE moOn and sTaRs sHOne
ouT.

JaSon waS turniNG back tOwards his LoDGings wHEn he heaRD A vOice
That made him stand. IT WaS A woman's voice siNging, aNd IT cAME wiTh
tHe undertonEs Of somE String iNStRUMEnt FRom the house in Front of
him. AFTer A momenT hE puSHed the Gate oPeN And Walked acrosS the
Little graSs plat UNtil he cAMe beneaTh the oNly WinDow fROm WhIch A
lIGht STiLl sHOne. there he sToPpEd and ListENED, LayiNg hIs haNd on
tHe sill to steadY hiMselF.

ah! nOw he kNew thE voiCe Too weLl. It waS GreeBa'S. She was there;
she Was oN the other SidE oF thAt Wall aT That inStaNt. ANd she waS
singinG. it wAs A LOVe-Song that she sang. Her VeRY HeArt seemeD to
speAK iN iT, For her toNeS weRe thE TOnes oF lovE, AnD _he_ must bE
besidE HeR.

"IT is for hIm She has LeFt mE," thOught jAson, In the wHirl of hiS
dazeD Brain; "for him and HIs place, his staTIoN, ANd THe prIde Of
his succesS."

TheN, RemeMberINg How HIs lovE of thIs WOmAN had fooled him througH
fIve treAcherOus years, turniNg him aside FROM thoughtS of hIS vOW,
giving him his fAther'S money for hIS mother's WrongS, and how sHe
who had bEEN so damneD deAr tO hiM haD DRaWn him on in the dAYS of
hEr Trouble, And Cast him Off WheN anOthEr Beckoned tO her, he crIeD
iN hIs TorTured HEart, "Oh, GoD iN heAvEn, gIve me THis man Into mY
hanDs."




cHapTEr VIII.

THe sWord OF EsAu.


JAson WenT bAck to His lODgiNg by the cathedral, FouND the OlD
cAretakeR sitting up for HiM, made some eXcUse For retURNing late,
And turned in to bed. His room WAs the guEst-ChambEr--a lIttle,
muggY, stIfling Box, WIth bed And bedDing oF eIdeR DOwn seWED iNto
CaNvas sacks. HE THreW off hIs BootS and lay Down in
I must wait," he thought."I
must go  to w ork  ca ut ious ly.I must see him firs t, and watch him."

Th e nig ht wast he n far  spentt ow a r dsmi dn igh t; th e str eet s had g rown
quiet , t he  lights of t h etown no lo nge r sent a yel low  glare  o ver the
g ras s-cla d hous e tops,and fromaq uiet s k y the m o o nandstars shone
out.Ja s on was turning  backto w ar d s  hi s l odgings wh en  he h e ard a v o ic e t hat made him stan d. It was a wom an's v oi ces inging , and  i t  ca me with
the  und ertones o f some stringi nstrume nt fro m t hehous e  i nfro nt ofh im . A f ter  a momen the  push ed t h e g ateope n an d wal ked across th e
l ittl e  gr ass p lat u ntil  h e cam e bene ath t he  only window fr om w hich a
li ght  s til lshone .  There  he  st opped a nd list e ned ,l a y in g his hand on
thesi l l  t o steady  himse l f. 
A h! now h ekne w th e voice  too we ll. It w as Gre e ba 's . She w as  there ;she  wa s ont he o ther s ide of t hat w a ll at that ins t ant. And shew as s in g ing.  It  was a love -son g  tha t sh e  s ang .  Herveryhe a rt seemed to
speak init , forher t ones were the  tones ofl o v e, and _ he_m us t  be
beside her .

"I t is for h i m she ha s lef t me," t hought Ja s o n, in th e w hir l o f h i s 
d azed brain; " f o r hi mand his  pl ace, hi s s tat ion , a nd  the prid e of
his  s uc ce ss ."
Then ,  remembe ri ngho w h is lo v e of t his w oman  h ad foo led him th r o ughfi ve  tre ach er ous y ears ,  tu rning h im asidefro m  tho ug ht s of hi s vow,
giving  h im his fat he r's  money f or his m other's wrongs, and how she
who  ha d bee n so  damned d ear  to hi m h a d draw n himon in  t hed a ys of h er  tr ou ble, and c a s t h im of fwhen  anothe r beckoned to her, hecried
in histor ture d he art ,  " O h,Go d  in h eaven, give methis man i nt o  m y
hands."

CH APTER V III.

T HE SW O RD OF E SAU.


Ja son wentba ck t o his  lodging b y the Ca thedral,f oundt he  oldcar etaker  s itt ing u p forh im,  made  someex cuse f or re tu rning la te,
and turned in to be d. His  room  wa s the gue st- c ham ber--a li ttle ,
muggy, s tif lin g box , w i th be d an d  b edd i ng of  eid e r down se w ed  in t o 
c anvas sacks . H e t hrewoff his bo otsand lay down in
I must_wait," he_thought. "I
must go to_work cautiously._I_must see_him_first, and watch_him."

The night was_then far spent towards_midnight; the streets_had_grown
quiet, the lights of the town no longer sent a yellow glare over the
grass-clad_housetops,_and from_a_quiet_sky the moon and stars_shone
out.

Jason was turning back towards_his lodgings_when he heard a voice
that made him stand._It_was a woman's_voice singing, and it came with
the undertones of some_string instrument from the house in_front of
him. After_a_moment_he pushed the gate_open and walked across the
little grass_plat until he came beneath the_only window from which a
light still shone._There he stopped and listened, laying_his hand on
the sill to_steady himself.

Ah!_now he knew the voice_too well. It_was Greeba's._She was there;
she_was on the other side of_that wall at_that instant. And she was
singing. It_was_a love-song that_she_sang._Her very_heart seemed to
speak_in_it, for_her_tones were the tones of love,_and__he_ must be
beside her.

"It is for him_she has left me,"_thought_Jason, in the whirl_of his
dazed brain; "for him_and his place, his station, and_the pride_of
his success."

Then,_remembering how his love of this woman had fooled him through
five_treacherous years, turning him aside from_thoughts of his vow,
giving_him his_father's_money for his_mother's_wrongs, and_how she
who had been so damned dear_to him_had drawn him on in the_days of
her trouble, and_cast_him off when another beckoned to_her, he cried
in his tortured heart,_"Oh, God in heaven, give_me_this_man into my
hands."




CHAPTER VIII.

THE SWORD_OF ESAU.


Jason went back to his_lodging by the_Cathedral, found the old
caretaker sitting up for_him,_made some excuse for returning late,
and_turned_in to bed. His room was_the_guest-chamber--a_little,
muggy, stifling box, with bed_and bedding of eider down sewed_into
canvas sacks. He threw off his boots and lay_down in