“Thou devil!” called Obil then. “In the name of the Christ, the Son of God, I command thee, come forth!”
Then the man Elkanah sank to the ground, and he clasped the knees of Obil, murmuring low a prayer of thanksgiving and praise, till those strong arms lifted him to Obil’s heart once more.
“What is this?” broke in with sharp authority through the babbling murmur that arose.
“Who is this that dares heal in that Name?”
Muttering together, a group of the Lord’s disciples stood, surprised, displeased, bewildered.
But joy ineffable made glorious the face of Obil. He looked far beyond them, and he stretched out his arms toward Magdala, and loud he cried,
“Jesus, thou blessed Son of God, the victory is thine—thine!”
HERE ENDS OBIL, KEEPER OF CAMELS BY LUCIA CHASE BELL. PUBLISHED BY PAUL ELDER & COMPANY, & PRINTED FOR THEM BY THE TOMOYE PRESS UNDER THE DIRECTION OF J. H. NASH IN THE FAIR CITY OF SAN FRANCISCO DURING THE MONTH OF FEBRUARY & YEAR NINETEEN HUNDRED & TEN