Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-05-24

| often different, to the practiced eye. from
| that of ordinary slumber There IS a fixity
! in the expression of the face and in the atti-
| tude of the BODY. which cannot continue
| under ordinary circumstances. He had
| perhaps noticed both signs in the Wanderer
: She went back to his side and looked at
/ him intenuy. She had scarcely dared TO do
| SO before, and she felt that she might have
| been mistaken. The light. 100, had changed,
| for 1t was broad day. though the lamps
| were still burning. Vet. even now. she
! could not tell. Her Judgment of what she
| saw was disturbed by many INTERVIEWING
| thoughts.
At least. he was happy Whatever she
! had done if she had done anything, it had
| not hurt him There was no possibility of
| misinterpreting the sleeping mans eX-
| preston.
She wished that he would wake, though
| she knew how the smile would fade. how
| the features would grow cold and indiffer-
| emit and how the gray eyes she loved would
| open with look of annoyance at seeing her
before him. 1t was like u vision Of happy
ness in house of sorrow. to see him lying
there. so happy in his sleep. so loving, so
peaceful She could make it all TO last. too,
| II she would. and she realized that with
sudden pang. The woman of whom he
dreamed, whom he had loved so faithfully
and sought SO long was very near him. y
word from Cnorna. and Beatrice could
come anS find him as he lay asleep, and
herself open the dear eyes.
Was that sacrifice to be asked of her be-
fore She was taken away to the expiration of
her SINS Fate could not be so cruel-and
Yet the mere idea was an added suffering.
The longer she looked at him the more the
possibility grew and tortured her.
After all, it was almost certain that they
would meet now, and at the meeting she felt
sure that all his memory would return.
hon lllRF IL 1
she raise her hand to bring them to each
other! II was too much TO ask. Was il
not enough that both We're free, and both
III the same city together, and that
she had vowed neither TO hurt nor hinder
them, If 1t was their destiny 10 be joined
together, II would SO happen surely in the
natural course; If not. was it her part 10
join them The punishment of her sins,
whatever it should be, she could bear; but
this thing she could not do.
She passed her hand across her eyes as
though to drive it away, and her thoughts
came back TO the point from which they
had started. The suspense became unbear-
able when she realized that she did not
know in what condition the Wanderer
would wake. nor whether. if left to nature,
he would wake at all She touched his
sleeve, lightly at first, and then more
heavily. She moved his arm. 1t was pas
sive III her hand and lay where she placed
II. ! u SIG NOulu not De.lcNe IillJ she Eati
made him sleep She drew back and
looked at him. Then her anxiety overcame
her
Wake" she cried aloud. For Gods
sake. wake, ] cannot bear it,
His eyes opened Al the sound of her voice.
naturally and quietly. Then they grew
wide and deep and fixed themselves in
great wonder of many seconds. Then
Cnorna saw no more.
Strong arms lifted her suddenly from her
feet and pressed her tiercely and carried
her. and she hid her face. A voice she
knew sounded, Us she had never heard it
sound, nor hoped to hear it.
'-Beatrice.' it cried and nothing more
In the presence of that strength, in the
ringing of that cry. Cnorna was helpless.
She had no power of thought left in her, as
she felt herself born along, body and soul.
in the rush of Il passion more masterful
than her own.
Then she was on her feet again. but his
arms We're round her still, and hers.
whether she would or not. were clasped
about his neck. Dreams. truth, faith kept
swept away, all wrecked together in the
tide of love. And through it all his voice
WAS in her ear.
Love. love, at last. From all the years
you have come back-at last-at last
Broken and almost void of sense the
worst came then, through the storm of his
kisses and the tempest of her tears. She
could no more resist him nor draw herself
away than the frail ship. wind-driven
through crashing waves, can turn and face