Produced by Michael Gray [Illustration - "It is the Sign," he said.] THE STORY OF THE OTHER WISE MAN BY HENRY VAN DYKE ILLUSTRATED [Illustration - Harper and Brothers Logo] NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS 1896 Copyright 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS --- All rights reserved Contents --- INTRODUCTION THE SIGN IN THE SKY BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON FOR THE SAKE OF A LITTLE CHILD IN THE HIDDEN WAY OF SORROW A PEARL OF GREAT PRICE ILLUSTRATIONS --- "'IT IS THE SIGN,' HE SAID" "HE CAUGHT IT UP AND READ" "'THERE IS NONE HERE SAVE ME'" "HE HEALED THE SICK" "THE OLD MAN FOLLOWED THE MULTITUDE" "THE OTHER WISE MAN HAD FOUND THE KING" [Illustration - The Story of the Other Wise Man] _Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; While he who walks in love may wander far, Yet God will bring him where the blessed are._ You know the story of the Three Wise Men of the East, and how they traveled from far away to offer their gifts at the manger-cradle in Bethlehem. But have you ever heard the story of the Other Wise Man, who also saw the star in its rising, and set out to follow it, yet did not arrive with his brethren in the presence of the young child Jesus? Of the great desire of this fourth pilgrim, and how it was denied, yet accomplished in the denial; of his many wanderings and the probations of his soul; of the long way of his seeking, and the strange way of his finding, the One whom he sought--I would tell the tale as I have heard fragments of it in the Hall of Dreams, in the palace of the Heart of Man. THE SIGN IN THE SKY In the days when Augustus Caesar was master of many kings and Herod reigned in Jerusalem, there lived in the city of Ecbatana, among the mountains of Persia, a certain man named Artaban, the Median. His house stood close to the outermost of the seven walls which encircled the royal treasury. From his roof he could look over the rising battlements of black and white and crimson and blue and red and silver and gold, to the hill where the summer palace of the Parthian emperors glittered like a jewel in a sevenfold crown. Around the dwelling of Artaban spread a fair garden, a tangle of flowers and fruit trees, watered by a score of streams descending from the slopes of Mount Orontes, and made musical by innumerable birds. But all color was lost in the soft and odorous darkness of the late September night, and all sounds were hushed in the deep charm of its silence, save the plashing of the water, like a voice half sobbing and half laughing under the shadows. High above the trees a dim glow of light shone through the curtained arches of the upper chamber, where the master of the house was holding council with his friends.