Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-04-19

merely relative i'm portance in u mans IL Z;
but the wandsrer could not believe that il
was in her power to destroy the memory Of
the great passion through which she pre-
tended that he himself had passed. He
smiled at the idea, for he had always trusted
his own senses and his own memory.
Unorna's own mind was clearly wandering,
or else she had invented the story, supposing
him credulous enough to believe it. In
either case, it did not deserve moments
consideration except as showing to what
lengths her foolish and ill-bestowed love
could lead her.
Meanwhile she was in danger. She had
aroused the violent and deadly resentment
of Israel Kafka, a man who, if not posi-
lively insane, as Keyork Arabian had
hinted, was by no means iu normal state
of mind or body; man beside himself with
love and anger, and absolutely reckless of
lie for the time being; a man who, for the
security OF all concerned, must be at least
temporarily confined in q place of safety
until a proper treatment and the lapse OF
certain length OF time should bring him to
his senses. For the present he was wholly
untractable being at the mercy of the most
uncontrolled passions aud of one OF those
intermittent phases OF blind fatalism to
which the Semitic races are peculiarly SUBJ
ject.
There were two reasons which determined
the Wanderer to turn 10 Keyork Arabian
for assistance, besides his wish to see the bad
business end quickly and without publicity,
Keyork, so far rs the wsnderer was aware
was hin.seIf treating Israel Kafka's case,
and would, therefore, know what 10 do, if
any one knew ut all. Secondly, it was clear
from the message which Unorna had left
with the porter or her own house that she
expected keyork to come at any moment.
He was, then, in immediate danger OF being
brought face to face with Israel Kafka
without having received the least warning
OF mis- present condition, and II was impOssi-
bic to say what the infuriated youth might
do at such q moment. He had been shut up,
caught in his own trap, as it were, for some
time, and his anger and madness might
reasonably be supposed to have been aggra-
vated rather than cooled by his unexpected
confinement. 1t was as likely as not that
he would use the weapon he carried upon
the first person with whom he found himself
face to face, especially if that person made
an attempt to overpower and disarm him.
The Wsnderer drove to Keyork Arabian's
house, leaving his carriage to wait in case
of need, assembled the stairs and knocked at
the door. For some reason or other Keyork
would not have bell in his dwelling,
whether because, like Mahomet, he regarded
the bell as the DEVILS instrument, or because
he was really nervously sensitive to the
sound of one, nobody had ever discovered.
The Wanderer knocked, therefore, and Ke-
york answered the knock in person.
"My dear friendP he exclaimed in his
richest and deepest voice, as he recognized
the Wanderer. "Come in. 1 am delighted
to see you. You will join me at supper.
This is good indeedT
He took his visitor by the arm and led
him in. Upon one of the tables stood a
round brass platter covered, so far as it was
visible, with Arabic inscriptions and highly
Of those commonly used all
over the East at the present day for the same
purpose. Upon this we're placed at random
several silver bowls. mere hemispheres
without feet, remaining in o convenient po-
sition by their own weight. One of these
snowy rice, in that perfectly dry
but tender state dear to the taste Of Orient
ils, in another there was sayory, steam
ing mess of tender capon, chopped in pieces
with spices and aromatic herbs, third con-