The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1871-04-18


somewhat confused to md that ner eyes, wakefdl
ana sane, were upon me.
u must have broken the chain last nightn shG
placed Tie ocSet In her hand and turned abruptly
AWAY AWAY cnrsng myself for the wild rush Of jealous
teeng when came 70 my heart overpowering every
What an idiot she must think me That thought
neiped 10 Drlng back my comp0sure.
After few moments turned from the window at
II need not ask II you are better ~
COUCH she extended her let handtne only one M se
could now use.and while took it in grasp
str0ve to render Indifferent, sho said: :
Eyes; shall be well in q few housekeeping my
arm. But you-you have suffered all night. You
have displeased me-"
her eyes. that were humid with languor felt the
soft fingers trembe with weakness as they lay In my
not feel. was q man, who had awakened for the
first time to all the intoxicating subteties Of pas
sion. and was man not used to having my VIII
~ could not have slept had had the most tempt
Ing OF beds" said. "iou have been III enough to
choice but to watch your
II hope did not talk in my Sleep" she said, with
.If you did. your words were unintellglble,n re.
she looked so relieved that my suspicious grew
had dropped her hand, unable to stay thus near
ner, and now walked towards the door. With my
hand on the latch, turned and said:-
NOW that you are no longer In need OF an at
1endanS o VIII 60 The horses nave been whinnyng
! closed the door between us and went down ana
ga what could for the animals. found some
fodder, ana gave 1t TO them. brought them pals
of water, and did 1t all without really knowing
whaE was "a t6 doing 49,, Ana YET was not distinctly
possessed by her, ana tried In vain to shake on
/ was Vet TO learn that other men had felt her
presence thus-that Others had bowed with hopeless
passion before that face-hearing that voice, SO
suggestive OF It's owners power OF ardent love. dis
Af!erward came to think that the very fact that
So limited at the wordiess sweetness and force Of
what her love would be when reused, that very fact
was greater charm than any beauty could have
pure Cleopatra, with Cleopatra's capabliity Of
passionate devotion. Who should be her AntonyS
whose portrait she wore Something there had been
OF deep unhappiness In her lire-that much felt
All this felt rather than thought, as ministered
to the comfort OF the animals which were take US
When / saw that they were quietly feeding,
threw myself on the floor near where they stood,
been made exhaustion come with overp0Werln9
touch upon me.
With my head on my arm Instantly fell asleep
How long had been asleep l do not know, but I
was awakened by violent movement OF one OF the
started up and gazed confusedly around me. not
knowing at first where was. What had happenedp
The first rays Of the rising sun were shining the
windows. had not slept long, then.
was sitting on the floor, looking vaguely about
morning air was chilly. made motion to rise 10
feet, when found that my ankles were fast tied
together
"What in the devil is thiss" exclaimed aloud.
and | staggered TO my feet. my first thought OF
BOadicea
Was that tangible form In the far dim corner of
the great apartmentY Had awakened in time to
prevent I some y, ,, ndeous crmes Apparently ! had
pinioned, as my feet were already
In the next moment had recovered sufficient
presence OF mind TO draw my knife from my
pocket and to sever the cord that held my feet to-
Retber
ward the dark object. 1t seemed an nanimate
strange object, that had no resemblance to hu-
mainly.
"Mercy, sefor mercy ~ 1t cried as I came near.
The voice was shril and disagreeabe.
did not know what to do While was stand.
ing irresolute the thing said, III its quavering
"The SeFora Boadicea Where is shes What
Internal luck has made you two pass the night
was startled out of all composure. It should not
speak her name; It should not Insnuate vilely.
What glimpse OF miserable mystery had touched
Isprung forward and seized the thing jerking It
violently forward into the daylight. Then started
back with an exclamation Of horror, for the face
profound rcpugnance that could not think to con-
trol It's expression. And those loatnsome lips had
spoken Boadicea's name; that being evidently
knew more or her than dld myself.
"What In the name OF Satan are you?n I cried
letting go my hold and invountarly shaking my
hand as II It had been soiled by The touch.
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