San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-29

can never rest again. You would for
get. IL would not matter then to you,
for you would have only dreamed, and
/ should have the certainty-forever,
to take with me alwaysr'
AS though the words carried
meaning with them 10 his sleeping
senses, a look OF supreme and almost
heavenly happiness stole over his
sleeping face. But Unorna could not
see it. She had turned suddenly
away. burying her face in her hands
upon the back of her own chair.
Are there no miracles left in
heavenp" she moaned, half whisper
ing lest she should wake him, 'Is
there no miracle of deeds undone
again and Of forgiveness given-for
me? God! God! That we should be
forever what we make ourselvesw
There were no tears in her eyes
now: as there had been twice that
night In her despair that fountain
of relief--shallow always, and not apt
tooveriow-wasd dried up and scorched
with pain. And, for the time at least,
worse things were gone from her,
though she suffered more. As though
some portion Of her passionate wish
had been fulfilled. she felt that she
could never do again what she had
done. and felt that she was truthful
now as he was, and that she knew evil
from good even as Beatrice knew it.
The horror of her sins took new
growth in her changed vision.
Was lost from the first begin
niugP" she asked, pa sionately. WAS
born to be all | am, and foredestined
To do all | have done? Was she born
an angel, and | devil from hell?
What is it alp What is this life, and
what is that other beyond it?'
Behind her, in his chair, the Wan
derer still slept Still his face wore
the radiant look of JOY that had so
suddenly come into it As she turned
away. He scarcely breathed, so
calmly he slept. But Unorna did not
raise her head nor look at him. and
on the carpet near her feet Israel
Kafka lay as still and as deeply I'M
| conscious as the Wanderer himself
BY strange destiny she sat there.
between the two men in whom her
whole life had been wrecked
and she alone was waking.
Tho dawn came stealing op, not
soft and blushing as in southern lands,
but cold, resistless and grim as an
cieut fate; not the maiden herald OF
the sun with rose-tipped fingers and
gray, liquid eyes, but hard, cruel,
sullen, less darkness, following upon
a greater and going before dull,
sunless and heavy day.
The door opened somewh at noisily,
and brisk step fell upon the marble
pavement. Unorna rose noiselessly
to her feet, and b.stsniD2 along the
open space came @se 70 ACE with
Kryork Arabian. he stopped and
looked up at her from beneath his
heavy brows with surprise and sus-
picion. She raised one finger to her
lips.
You here alreadyp" he asked
obeying her gesture and speaking in
low voice.
hHush! hushr' she whispered, moi
satisfied. They are asleep. You
will wake them"
Keyo"k came forward. He could
move quietly enough when ne chose.
He glarced at the Wanderer.
He looks comfortable enough, y
he whispered, half contemptuousLy.
Then he bent down over Israel KAT,
ka, and carefully examined his face
To him the CHASTITY pallor meant moth
ing. 1t was but the natural result
of excessive exhaustion.
Put him into lethargy," said he,
under his breath, but with authority
III his manner.
Unorna shook her head. Keyork'
small eyes frightened angrily.
DO it," he said What is this
caprice? Are you madP want tC
take his temperature without waking
him
UnOrna folded her arms,
'DO you want him to suffer moreP
asked KeyOrk, with diabolical smile
If so | will wake him by all means
l am always at your service; you
know"
"Wil he suffer if he wakes natu
rally?'
"Horribly-in the head"
UnOrna knelt down and let her hanC
rest few seconds on Kafka's brow
The features drawn with pain, imme
diately relaxed.
You have hypnotized the one, >
grumbled Keyork, as he bent dowr
again. II cannot imagine why yor
should object to doing the same fol
the other
The otherP" Unorna repeated, il
| surprise