Omaha daily bee., 1888-09-30
have called your analyst a fool for his

have called your analyst a fool for his
pains!
There were times when the girl did
not shrink from him, but, instead,
greeted him with her charming, child
ish smile. Then, were he in Il good hui
NOR, he would talk with her. Truly a
strange duet, this, between the man
without intellect andthe woman without
reason. An interesting study Of chiaro-
oscuro, where the ideal subtlety of the
maniac stood out intensely against the
british, unimaginative stolidity Of the
keeper. Often his rough voice, like the
believing of Il bull, frightened her, but
she listened to him with her adorable
smile, and only when he turned his eyes
away did that strange expression leap
into her face, the greedy, jealous light
burn in the eyes which, stealthily, she
raised to the ragged clumps of hair
which lay upon his temples. Once he
surprised the glance. He laughed
loudly, derisively. He had not alto
gether forgotten the May Bug.
"Aha!" he laughed, ''dost seek thy
treasure? Oh! oh! the fool! the idiot
the %lunatic! Oh! | have it! Here" tap
ping his forehead suggestively, and
blinking his blue, china eyes, here! l
keep it safely" D..
The girl made a sudden, uncontrolla-
BILE movement as if she would spring
| upon him, and the strange look deep
| ened in her eyes-the look of passionate
desire now mingled with rage and
hatred of the man who kept from her
what she coveted. The keeper was en-
chanted at the success of his pleasantly.
Still laughing, he rose, stretched his
leg comfortably, and lounged over to the
window. Outside the court lay flooded
in the sunlight, a gray fowl minced
across the tagging, pecking at the tufts
of grass which forced themselves be-
tween the stones of the walk. The
flowers in the quare ~garden-plot in the
center of the court gave up their sweet
warm air. The keeper gazed stolidly
through the grating. His hard little
eyes rested unblinklngly on n great
metal ball on which the dazzling sun
light sported bravely.
Softly she came-softly, lightly! With
cheeks aflame with the strength Of her
desire! With cleaning sapphire eyes!
With q%uivering nOstrils and parted lips
through which the breath futtered
TREMENDOUSLY! Softly she came, with her
1.-the young body swaying, and her lit
tie, trembling hands before her! In an
instant her dainty fingers had twisted
themselves in the mans rough hair,
jerked the great head backward and be-
gan a furious scratching in the grizzled
mop over the left temple. The keeper
flung himself around with an impreca-
ton and sent the woman spinning
against the wall.
"Insolence!" he roared, rushing up
on her. 'Dost thou dare, indeed? In the
name of Reason-Of which thou knOwest
naught-take this-and this!"
He struck her a crushing blow with
his clinched fist. She smothered a Cry
and crouched, still with dangerous look
in her eyes-crOuched as ii to spring at
his great brutal throat.
"Have a care!" he muttered, threat
eningly. rushing upon her again. Slow
ly her expression changed. The corners
OF her pretty mouth trembled. She put
out one fist family. Then with more
assurance, and moving gently forward,
she looked up, shyly, into his scowling
face as one who would implove for
giveness. 1t was the keeper. How
ready she was to confess his power!
How eager to sue his pardon! He was
notified.
''There!" said he, mo more Of thy
stupid tricks, fool!" And he went away.
The summer waned. No. 80 seemed
dull and sober. She slept little, grew
weak and thin, and, from out the pallor
of her face, her great blue eyes shone
unnaturally. She was silent for long
hours at a time. She no longer talked
of the lost May Bug. She looked like a
student who seeks to solve great prob
strength in long vigils. She left her