San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-30
glre Daily Eight.
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER so, 1891
in Unorna?" the question was
asked scornfully.
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mad, as | am. Would you play the
prOphetg'
The door opened in the distance, and
from behind the screen Of plants Key
ork Arabian came forward into the
hall, his small eyes bright, his ivory
face set and eXpressiouless, his long
beard waving in the swing of his walk.
The Wanderer saw MIN first anG cal ed
to him:
Neyork-come here!' he said.
Who is this man?"
For moment Keyork seemed
speeches. with amazement. But it
was anger that choked his words.
Then he came on quickly.
Who walked him. he cried in
fury. What is this?" Why is he
here?"
"Unorna walked me-" answered
the ancient sleeper. very calmly.
'Unorna? Again? The curse of
the Three Black Angels on her! Mad
again! Sleep go back 1t is not ready
yet. and you will die, and | shall lose
it an-ali ali! Oh, she shall pay
this with her soul in hell.'
He threw himself upon the giant,
in an insane frenzy, clasping his arms
around the huge limbs. and trying to
force him backward.
go! go!" he cried frantically. 1t
may not be too late, You may yet
sleep and live! Oh, my experiment.
my great experiment! All lost"
What is this madness?" asked the
Wanderer. "YoI cannot carry him
and he will not go. Let him alone
"Madnessm yelled KeyOrk, turning
on him. You are the mailman, you
the fool. who cannot understand!
Help me to move him--you are young
and strong-together we can take
him back-he may yet sleep, and live
he must and shall! | say it. Lay
your hands on him! You will not
help me? Then will curse you till
you die"
Poor Keyorkn' exclaimed the
Wanderer, Multiplying him. "Y+r
big thoughts have cracked your little
brain at last
Poor Keyork? You call me poor
Keyork? You boy! You puppel!
You bail, that we have banded to and
fro, half sleeping, half awake! 1t
drives me mud to see you standing
there, scOfing instead of helping me-"
You are past my help, | fear.
will you not moveo Are you dead
already, standing on your feet and
staring at me?"
Again Keyork threw himself upon
the huge old man, aud stamped and
struggled and tried to move him back
ward. He might rs well have spent
his strength against rock. Breath
less. but furious still, he dessted at
last, too much beside himself to SEE
that he whO,e sudden death he feared
was stronger than he, because the
great experiment had succeeded far
beyond all hope.
"UnOrna has done this" he cried.
beating his forehead in impOtent rage.
'UnOrna has ruined me. and all. and
everything; so she has paid me for
my help. Trust a woman when she
loves? Trust angels to curse God, or
hell to save a sinner! But she shall
pay, tool have her still. Why do
you stare at me?-Wait, fool! You
shall be happy now. What are you
to me that | should even hate you?
You shall have what you want. | will
bring you the woman you love, the
Beatrice you have seen in dreams, and
then UnOrnas heart will break and
she will die, and her soul-her
soul
Unorna waited in the parlor of the
convent Then Beatrice came in, and
stood before her. Neither feared the
other, and each looked into the others
eyes.
Il have come to undo what have
DONE Unorna said, not waiting for
the cold inquiry which she knew
would come Il she were silent.
THAT will be hard, indeed"
Beatrice answered.
Il know that you will, when you
know how | have loved him."
Have you come here to tell me of
your love?n
Yes. And when | have told you,
you will forgive me-"
Il am no saint" said Beatrice,
coldly. 81 do not find forgiveness in
such abundance as you need"
''And yet you will, and very soon.
Whether you forgive or not-that is
another matter. / cannot ask it.
God knows how much easier it would
have been to die than to come here.
But If | were dead, you might never
have found him, nor he you, though
you are so very near together. Do
you think it is easier for me to come
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