The Master-Knot of Human Fate

The Master-Knot of Human Fate,
by Ellis

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Title: The Master-Knot of Human Fate
Author: Ellis Meredith

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THE MASTER-KNOT OF HUMAN FATE
by
ELLIS MEREDITH

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the
Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not
the Master-knot of Human Fate.
OMAR KHAYYÁM

Boston Little, Brown, and Company 1901 Copyright, 1901, By Little,
Brown, and Company. All rights reserved. University Press John
Wilson and Son Cambridge, U. S. A.
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the
Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not
the Master-knot of Human Fate.
* * * * *
Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry
Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
OMAR KHAYYÁM

I

To-night God knows what things shall tide, The Earth is racked and
faint-- Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed; And we, who from the Earth
were made. Thrill with our Mother's pain.
KIPLING.
Along one of the most precipitous of the many Rocky Mountain trails a
man and a woman climbed slowly one spring morning. The air was
cold, and farther up the mountains little patches of snow lay here and
there in the hollows. Two or three miles below them nestled one of the
most famous pleasure resorts of the entire region. Three or four times
as distant lay the nearest town of any importance. Over the plain and
through the clear atmosphere it looked like a bird's-eye-view map
rather than an actual town. Far away to the left, gorgeous in coloring
and grotesque in outline, could be seen the odd figures of many
strangely piled rocks.
The two pedestrians stopped now and then to rest and look away over
the matchless scene and take in its wonderful beauty. The woman was
tall and slender, with a superb carriage. Even on that steep ascent she
moved with the grace and freedom of one who has entire command of
her body. She was well gowned also for such an excursion. Her short,
green cloth skirt did not impede her movements, and high, stout shoes
gave her firm footing. She had removed her jacket, and in her bright
pink silk blouse and abbreviated petticoat, with the glow of the
morning on her usually pale face, she looked almost girlish; but her
face was not that of girlhood. It was without lines, and the heavy
masses of her golden-brown hair were quite unstreaked with silver; but
her white forehead was serene with the calmness that follows
overcoming, and her dark gray eyes saw the world shorn of its illusions.
In her there were, or had been, unrealized capacities for life in all its
height and depth and breadth. In studying her one became vaguely
aware that, having missed these things, she had found a fourth
dimension which supplied the loss.

Her companion was younger by several years, and so much taller that
she seemed almost small in comparison. In his eyes there danced and
shone the light of truth and courage and hope, and he walked with the
buoyancy of joy and youth. Israfil, Antinous, Apollo,--he might have
stood as the model for any of them, or for a fit representation of the
words of the wise man, "Rejoice, oh, young man, in thy youth, and let
thine heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of
thine heart."
The relation between the two was problematic. Certainly there was no
question of love on either side. Equally certainly there existed between
them a rare and exquisite camaraderie, a perfect comprehension that
often made words superfluous. A look sufficed.
They toiled up the steep, narrow path until they reached a wide trail, a
carriage road that had been laid out and abandoned. It swept around the
mountain-side, miles above the little city on the plain, and terminated
suddenly at an