The Palatka daily news. (Palatka, Fla.) 1884-1888, 1886-06-10

usss III setnS 10 Inc 10 saw. madame.
vii! spring: | will tear my other ev,
from your neck with my claws. vii
bite That is what hear il saw. mad
anne. ~hen purrs 50 softly beside, YOU.
Nine. Barisrinski shrinks awav from
her pet, folding her arms tightly to
gether. She looks up AT Chr,ptowitch
''Oh, | seer' cries she. catching the
large cat in her embrace. Won are a
jealous man. Yes. YES. I ste.
Not Of beast. Sersius responds,
with contempt "Of that Jewel. per
haps. Fola. he whispers. bending b,..
fore her, "for whom were those sal,
drops shining in your eyes when EN-
tered: Who is the man whose face lies
upon your white skin there always" he
glances at the cat t'seye. "lS it. as they
say. the ftce of the man you love-
Nine. BariatinSki. with the cat living
complacently in her arms. mods her head
IN a matter.of-ract fashion.
"Andthe is" Sersius Creptow itch
has lost his head. Keeling with an IN.
ternal fever that no con,ent.onality has
power to cool, maddened with the
str'ngth AMI deepness of his own love
Tor this lady. he recklessly
some OF the folds of her yellow gown in
his fingers, while Herzen still plays his
sad AIRS at the piano, while the guests
laugh and jest with considerable noise
asks his question.
Who should he be-" Fola speaks
very softly, raising her beautiful large
eyes TO his with an expression Of unut.
terab'e. indescribable pathos and tender
ness, and at III, same moment having
her hand with caleSSing motion upon
the Jewel on her bosom.
Sergius Crcptowitch is perhap, not
more vain than many men. and Just AT
this moment his cup Of bliss appears 10
him overhowing with the nectar that II,
once quenches the unQuenchable Thirst,
and CAUSES il to cry out Tor more and
more.
lie catches wildly at her hand. but to
hold those tive small tingers for second
Df time.
Well, the cat, disturbed. perchanre,
from ITS comfortable position by his
abrupt movement. strikes at him with its
paw, and the blood comes out in little
drops on his wrist.
That one eyed devil y he mutters. 20
ing cut Of the room for water and a
towel.
''Dss it please you," Iierzrn now in
}uires. having quilted his piano. as it is
rery late in the evening, aud all the
guests. save himself and perhaps some
Ingerer with u patient purpose, m an
lntrroom.
Your music j. very beautiful it al.
ways is. answers Fola, soaking up with
ler dainty handkerchief the one drop of
Ll,od which stains her
own.
'B autiful y murmurs the musician.
Surely YOU do not call muslc beautiful
b il one uf the dvinltics
"Anl the others ARE" she asked
With ',ngurous lp'.
"I,u-and you and You" lItrzen
avs, with anxIuu, tlmldIt,, ms his lIies.
onlng and adortug eyes met hers.
"Seriou,l llelzn -" Niue. Biria
iu-ki smiles little 20 herself, il seems
Your arr, your music Is a good deal for
"a, Mt simply an episode, but even II
,Hsioa. Nhich each day ooIaces and
i.t+trs vol. l. it not
"Ah cries he. embroidered little by
Ne.r >Jttu L., hrokeu only by the sput.
'riug OF the ire and the twinkle Of the
lock on the shelf.
"YDu are my religion ! say IL"
Yes, she replies calmly, "yOn. may
~ it,
ll~iz n throws himself on the rug at
= fe,t. aal, 'rin-purtei, lays his head
iiou the ,u'a trslDie where she sits
".Aud sIucp am Your creed, whrt br
lnlas Of ur musc;'
1T is, Hetzen saws, raising his head
nd c'a-ping it with both his hand4--''iI
the sub!inatei-s-ence Of poetry which
ally ~ before your shrine 7"
mo, no, Ilerzan." Nine, Bariatinski
Iains her head Music such as you
Iaie tonight sitting Wonder at the piano
not poetry.
1T : what, then:
" Frose, prose. Oh ilef1en - cries
10. throwing her lovely arms up over
sr head AMI claspjng her hands tightly .
lpre as she leans backward leisurely.
do we speak in rymth and rhyme ,
hen We strive tD express the best and
),rr.t. the truest and teuderest thoughts /
at We have: NJ; in prose. - we ;
-eak into hafmuniuus numbers ard !
ords that nlp when We piay to 4.
II God to protect the one who Is most
deaf tj NJ FOlas voice is
with u passionate lny and r
tpf. No, nr: IN prose. Hefz-n - /
CHING little, IA she did at the en- 7
anc, of Chreptowitch--'' IIerzsn, your r
US !. prose, for il speaks, toV, Of all
is and more-ol that whlrh never VA.
and" -
'Neser shall be-" i
Tue IN lstciln rise. anI stands before /,
n.
why is It that woman like YOU. \ h
ea'ilre Of fire and snow, at once siren 4
ri a yes.al. full of intellect, nerve, ten.
m =, waste, her time with such men A
- lie stops sh It. ;
"You mean Chreptowitcii. she says. v
uting. With a half coquetti-h glance d
t0ugh her hack e,elashss.
Herzan s. ish. and st- down near her. il
Nine. Bar'a'iuski. stfOkng the soft Ii
rs of the cat. look. at her COMPANION .
in an expression mos. puzzling "A lit II
i.r.,'on, little pathos, impotence,
safine-. What else heaven only Il
lows
"Herzen - rxcla mel he, ''do yuu not .
Iow that there are women who, in the
sance Of the man ulo - the whole
Jrli t, them. must have love, devotion, I,
'ention. expression from some one i,
Y onef' Nine hIliatinak rises and ii
rows the cat--i'l PLEASED siih hi- trans. o
It the floor. .,
II f,tzen bufie- h;s face IN his palms Ia
!. And vet have seen ,otI look into hi- !,