overed with snow and crowned with glittering gold.

"I will rule there when the Romans have been driven out," he said to
himself, for already Caleb had grown very ambitious. Indeed, the wealth
and the place that had come to him so suddenly, with which many men
would have been satisfied, did but serve to increase his appetite
for power, fame, and all good things. To him this money was but a
stepping-stone to greater fortunes.

Caleb was journeying to Tyre to take possession of his house there,
which the Roman commander of the district had been bidden to hand over
to him. Also he had another object. At Tyre dwelt the old Jew, Benoni,
who was Miriam's grandfather, as he had discovered years before; for
when they were still children together she had told him all her story.
This Benoni, for reasons of his own, he desired to see.

On a certain afternoon in one of the palaces of Tyre a man might have
been sitting in a long portico, or verandah as we should call it,
which overlooked the Mediterranean, whose blue waters lapped the
straight-scarped rock below--for this house was in the island city, not
in that of the mainland where most of the rich Syrians dwelt.

The man was old and very handsome. His dark eyes were quick and full of
fire, his nose was hooked like the beak of a bird of prey, his hair and
beard were long and snowy white. His robes also were rich and splendid,
and over them, since at this season of the year even at Tyre it was
cold, he wore a cloak of costly northern furs. The house was worthy of
its owner. Built throughout of the purest marble, the rooms were roofed
and panelled with sweet-smelling cedar of Lebanon, whence hung many
silver lamps, and decorated by statuary and frescoes. On the marble
floors were spread rugs, beautifully wrought in colours, while here and
there stood couches, tables and stools, fashioned for the most part of
ebony from Libya, inlaid with ivory and pearl.

Benoni, the owner of all this wealth, having finished his business
for that day--the taking count of a shipload of merchandise which had
reached him from Egypt--had eaten his midday meal and now sought his
couch under the portico to rest a while in the sun. Reclining on the
cushions, soon he was asleep; but it would seem that his dreams were
unhappy--at the least he turned from side to side muttering and moving
his hands. At last he sat up with a start.

"Oh, Rachel, Rachel!" he moaned, "why will you haunt my sleep? Oh! m