The morning call., 1891-07-22

Hernia of E igar some thirty minutes ia'er,
rs she passed from The cage to the wa ting
carriage.
Day after tomorrow, Hernia, as l told
You" Edgar replied.
sch ben! and you will do me favor,
Edgar; Won will carry note IRON me anu
deliver it with YOUR own hand?
III you exact it, yes"
81 beseech you, returned Hernia plead
ingly, laying her hand upon his arm. =,
EdgaTS answer was TO SEIZE anu cover III
with passionate KISSES
The note to the Prince was short and
simple, only request to see him once more.
She beSought him to come as usual to the
little meragerie door an hour before mid
night, and then, on the day of his marriage,
she would leave Bucharest never to return.
Edgar carried il. personally delivered it,
as promised, and brought back the reply
that the Prince would come.
An hour before midnight the Prince ar
rived at the little door; it opened noiselessly
and Hernia was there, clad in long furred
gown that fell like shroud to her feet and
whittier than wax under the pale light OF the
stars
"A moment more and they were in the dark
corridor; as usual an inner door opened and
groaned on its hinges; they were in cham
Der bla as a dungeon, and then-wlth a
swirl caresS, nearly savage IN Its tenderness
hernia disappeared.
Disappeared and the door slammed be-
hind her; at the same instant the Princes
foot came in contact with something soft,
something that stirred.
God! what was ii? And where had she
led him? Not as always into her little
salon. That much at least he knew.
With the thought came flash of light,
and Hernia herself, a flaming torch in her
hand. Where was he, truly? Too we'll he
which stood Hernia erect, with arms crossed
upon her breast and her great blue eyes
fixed scornfuly upon him.
With startled leap the Prince flung him.
self on the door.
1t was fast!
The Swede smiled devilishly.
For Gods sake, Hernia, the meaning of
this? a test, perhaps, that passes the
bounds of reaSon?"
She, laughed again. laugh more cruel
than death.
And you ask me that?" she respon ded.
you. my beloved, who know tO-mor row
to be your wedding day, with another than
me for your bride? Ell bien | will it other
wise; tonight shall be the wedding hour,
my lions the guests; the feast-'ts you, my
Prince, who will provide that!"
GU have lost your reason, Hernia"
the Prince or ed frantically, as the sleeping
beasts began to yawn and stir. quick, quick,
say, unbar the door and let me out!'
NO" said She, you deceived me and
ruined me; have judged and condemned
you ana MY beasts Will execute you. En-
ayant. mes amiesi ell avant p she cried out
shrilly, urging on her lions with voice and
gesture and fierce crack of the lash in her
hand that sent the willing beasts to their
work with bound and roar that drowned
the Princes cry for succor.
He fought her0ically, but all to no pur-
pose; the shrieks Of the winter wind dulled
the roars of the maddened animals as he
pleaded in vain for mercy from the woman
he had tricked and BETRAYED.
His blood ran in streams, his bones broke
like pipestems, and still Hernia, with face
pressed close against the bars of the cage,
9rged on her avengers and gloated over the
sigh of his mortal agony.
Soon, however, five minutes at the long
est, the devilsh work was done, the Prince
a corpse upon the redeemed panks and tn e
lions licking their bloody paws.
An hour later the lions once more were
peacefully sleeping, but Hernia Dalstrom
had kept her word and was gone from
Bucharest forever.-N. Y. Sunday Mercury,