Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-06-14
Then they went away together.


They were scarcely out of sight of the
convent gate, when another carriage drove
up. Almost before it had stopped, the door
opened. and keyork Arabian's short. heavy
form emerged and descended hastily to the
! pavement. He rang the bell furiouslv, and
the old FORTRESS set the gate aiar and looked
out cautiously, fearing that the noisy peal
meant trouble or disturbance
THE lady, Beatrice Varanger-I must see
her instantly!f' cried the little man in terri
BILE excitement.
''She is gone out" the FORTRESS replied.
Gone out? Where9 Alone?''
With lady who was here last night-the
lady with unlike eyes
.'Wheree Where? Where are they gonegn
asked Keyork, hardly able to find breath.
The lady babe the coachman drive her
home-but where she lives
''Home9 To Unorna's home2 1t is not
true! see It'll in your eyes-witch! bag.
Let me inl Let me in, l say, May yam
pires get your body and the Three Black
Angels cast lots upon your soull''
In the storm of curses that followed, the
convent door was violently shut in his face.
Within the FORTRESS stood shaking with
verify believing that the devil himself had
tried to force an entrance into the sacred
place.
In fearful anger Keyork drew back. He
hesi5ated one moment and then regained
his carriage.
TO Unorna's house!' he shouted, as he
shut the door with crash.
This is my house. and he is here, y
Unorna said, as Beatrice passed before her,
under the deep arch of the entrance
Then she led the way up the broad stair
case, and through the outer small hail to
the door of the great Conservatory.
''You will find him there" she said. GO
on alone"
But Beatrice took her hand to draw
her in.
Must I see it an?n Unorna asked, hope
lessly.
Then from among the plants and trees a
great white-robed figure came out and stood
between them. Joining their hands he
gently pushed them forward to the middle
Of the hall, where the Wanderer stood
alone.
1T is done,'' Cnorna cried as her heart
broke
She saw the scene she had acted so short
time before. She heard the passionate
cry, the rain of kisses, the tempest of tears.
The eypiation was complete. Not a sight,
not 4 sound was spared her. The strong
arms OF the ancient sleeper held her upright
on her feet She could not fall, she could
not close her eyes, she could not stop her
ears, no merciful stupor overcame her.
is it so bitter to do right" the old man
asked. bending low and speaking softly
1t is the bitterness of DEATH she said.
at is well DONE" he answered.
Then came noise of hurried steps and
loud, deep voice, calling:
'UnoIna! Unorna!'
keyork Arabian was there. He glanced
at Beatrice and the Wanderer, locked il
each others arms, then turned to Unorna
and looked into her face.
1t has killed her, he said. "Who
did itl'
HIS low-spoken words echoed like angry
thunder.
Give her to me- he said again 'She is
mine-body and SOUL
But the great strong arms were around
her and would not let her go.
Save me-" she cried, in falling tones.
''Save me from hun"
You have saved yourself" said the
solemn voice of the old man.
''Saved!'' keyork laughed. "From me-"
He laid his hand upon her arm. Then his
face changed again, and the laughter died
dismally away and he hung back.
Can you forgive herr" asked the other
voice.
drawing Beatrice to his side. The question
was for them.
Can You forgive me-" asked Unorna
family, turning her eyes towards them.
CAS- we hope TO find forgiveness and trust
in Il life to come,'' they answered.
There was low sound in the air, I'M
earthly. mufNed, desperate, as of strong
being grooming in awful agony. When they
booked they saw that keyork Arabian was
gone.
The dawn of coming day rose in I'm
orna's face as she sank back.
1T is over she sighed, as her eyes
closed.
saved her. ~
THE END.