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

"les.
'Oh. very Well
DO YOU ,tot know that there are ",
nen who must lavish their glance
the smiles. their caprices no more ths
these ON some one, any one, In M
absence of the idol one still hows m
knee. oh, Herzen. she cries, with a
most a sob in her voice. Il am such
woman"
'Fola, for the love Of heaven. tell m
II II is possible for YOU 10 love-
"Oh, Yes, truly" she replies quietl,
1T is indeed possible
They say" murmurs he. sprealin,
his chilly fingers before the warmth q
the tire and looking up at her very pit
eously, that under your Jewel, You
catseye, Is the portrait Of the man yo,
love"
IL is the truth, she says, laying III,
hand over her treasure.
"Ah. Herzen touches with one timiJ
finger the little slipper with which the
cat Is amusing himself even caressiny
ly allows himself to smooth the silke,
stocking. "Fola, who-who is he ="
Who should he be-" Nine. Bariatiu
ski makes answer, looking down with
an expression Of indescribable tendern.s.
and emotion into the face of the RAN
who kneels before her.
threptowitch has waited quite iong
enough he thinks, in the anteron,r,
towing with books AMI photographs.
lie comes in.
nii want p,.. f., .,tr.. va. a. 80.
to morrow, do you not ?" fola SAYS with
out moving or turning her head.
"lt You will he so gracious"
And, Herlen. you will come and
play Ter me ,ittlns Is So tedions y III
YOU not
Indeed | am but too glad At what
hour
We'll, let us SAY m the Afternoon.
so be II, the artist answers.
Nine. Barlatinsk picks up the eat and
makes slight movement away from the
fireplace.
Ii il the signal Of dismissal, which
each is reluctant to obey, but happier for
being obliged to submit to il together.
Yes it was TO morrow afternoon. "
fola, in the long blue gown that she
was to sit in, stood in her bOudOir: she
listened to foot step on tho staircase
very intently. her hand to her ear. The
one eyed cat was cleaning his paws AZ
ter emptyng a bowl of milk
Hurry, Z,ca, huriy. Why do you
lag So - cries Nine. Bariatlnsk to the
maid servant, vino nov. painting enters
The room, bearing package of letters at,
a tray Of bronze.
There is also this dispatch. madame.
the girl says, giving it TO her mistress,
"A dispatch -
Nine. Barlatlnski fushes to the win.
dow the letter read the slip Of pn
per that ilutters in her grasp.
1T is not long Ii line and "a half.
a sound escapes her half SIGH, hail
"A sob, terrible sound of human woe
and utter'ng 1t she falls w,th II dull thui
TO the floor.
the maid servant sirieks, thu, callins
t) her aid half dozen more, who
scream and ring their hands. running
about, pulling bell ropes and rushing all
Df them down the staircase.
At the bottom they met threptJwitch
and lierzen entering the house.
They inquire.
lncoherently the servants tell their tale
forgetting that above, and still unat
tended to, lies the beloved mislrea,
whose virtues they are occupied in loud
" extolling.
Chreptowitch rushel up the stars.
|lerzen follows him. and then the ser
wants.
From the glare of the candles anl .
amps Of the entrance hall they pass bt. .
s'derel into the gloom Of FUa's bJu.
loir The lntermidable twilight oi the
Russian winter has set in, AMI through
tsgluOm all they can see at first il the
5low and fire Of two cats eyes very
rear to each other over by the windo.
Chrertowitch bounds across the room,
lerzen staggers after HIM, while the
toward at last brings light to the scene.
Yea, the one-eyed cat sat curled close
0 FJla's white throat, sucking her
'feath with pleasure, and across her
Ieck where the sharp scratches Of his
laws where he had tried vainly to pub
way her jewel.
Chrept0wltch kicked the cat ont of the
DOM, swearing At its unearthly.
Herzen took Folas head upon his
nees, and presently, when CbSeptowitch
and knelt dow1 there beside
Ter. they both looked al each other in
IupId way and laid her upon the sofa.
Nine. Bariatinski was dead.
They walked silently TO the door Of the
pom and there they. as if by common
g pulse, turned again and looked in.
lie catseye shone in splendor on her
eek.
Wel-each person has his way.
Herzen, for once, was not tiinid: Was
ontent to take the lead He went to
or, and STOPPING, turned over with cold
hRers the glimmering jewels.
Very quietly Ladi.lans fierzen laid It
lck again az it had been, and he went
own stairs and out Of the house
threptowi'cl picked il up eagerly with
warm hand He pazed 1T the Other
de he wrencheh il from the chain and
nth an oath, flung it against the oppD
tp wall
The one eyed cat had Cfawled back
to his nistresses room; lie pOunced
pom the fnrdaiiOn, and p!a,ihg with IT,
lrred With satisfaction and gJoI hu.
Ior
The portrait was that Of MN. Barla
nski's husband.
The dispatch had announced his death
4 tho field of battle tile lay previous
The Courier Journal, while Mt. Wat
rson il away, initiates his habit Of us
X abuse for argument without emuIa
ng that brilliant editors incisivene-s
intellect. The Courier Journals read.
a sadly misa Mr. w That paper ,u