Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-10

now. There was more hope than before,
but she would not delude herself with any
belief in a certainty.
So thinking, and so saying to herself, she
fell asleep and slept soundly without dream
ing, as most people do who are young and
strong, and who are cJear.hesded and active
when they are awake.
1t was late when she opened her eyes. and
the broad, cold hight filled the room. She
lost no time in thinking over the events Of
the night, for everything was fresh in her
memory. Half dressed, she wrapped about
her o cloak that came down to her feet, and
throwing black veil over her hair she went
down to the portress' lodge. In five minutes
she had found Keyork's address and had
dispatched one of the convent gardeners with
the note. Then she leisurely returned to her
room, and set about completing her toilet.
She naturally supposed that an hour or two
must elapse before she received an answer,
certainly before Keyork appeared in person,
a fact which showed that shc had forgotten
something of the mans characteristics.
Twenty minutes had scarcely passed, and
she had not finished dressing when Sister
Paul entered the room, evidently in state
of considerable anxiety. As has been seen,
it ehanced to be her turn to superintend the
guests quarters at that time, and the FORTRESS
had, of course, informed her Immediately of
tell Beatrice.
"He is therel" she said, as she came in.
Beatrice was standing before the little
mirror that hung upon the wall, trying
under no small difficulties to arrange her
hair. She turned her head quickly.
"Who is there? Keyork Arabian?"
Sister Paul nodded, glad that she was not
obliged to pronounce the name that had for
her such an unchristian sound.
"Where is he? 1 did not think he could
come so soon. Oh, Sister Paul, do help me
with my hairl cannot make it stay"
He is in the psrlor, down stairs" an
swered the nun, coming to her assistance.
'Indeed, child, 1 do not see how can help
you." She touched the black coils ineffect-
ually. "Therei Is that better?" she asked in
timid way. II do not know how to do
it"
"No, nop' Beatrice exclaimed. "Hold
that end-so-now turn it that wsy-no, the
other way-it is in the glass-so-now keep
it there while I put in a pin-no, no-in the
same place, but the other way-oh, Sister
PAUL. Did you never do your hair when
you were girl?"
"That was SO long ago." answered the
nun meekly. "Let us try again."
The result was passably satisfactory at
last. and assuredly not wanting in the ele-
ment of novelty.
"Are you not afraid to 20 alone?" asked
Sister Paul, with evident preoccupation, ,ias
Beatrice put Q few more touches to her
toilet.
But the young girl only laughed and
made the more haste. Sister Paul walked
with her to the head of the stairs, wishing
that the rules would allow her to accom-
pany Beatrice into the parlor. Then as the
latter went down the nun stood at the top
looking after her and audibly repeating
prayers ior her preservation.
The convent parlor was a large, bare room
lighted by O high and grated window. Plain
straight, modern chairs were ranged against
the wall at regular intervals. There was no
table, but square piece of green carpet lay
upon the middle of the pavement. A richly
ornamented glazed earthenware stove. in
which fire had just been lighted, occupied
one corner, remnant of former esthetic
taste and strangely out of place since the
old carved furniture was gone. A crucifx
of inferior workmanship and realistically
pointed hung opposite the door. The place
was reserved for the use of ladies in retreat
and was situated outside The constantly
closed door which shut off the cloistered
part OF the convent from the small portion
accessible to outsiders.
Keyork Arabian was standing in the mid
die of the parlor. waiting for Beatrice.
When she entered at last, he made two steps
forward, bowling profoundly, aud then
smiled in deferential manner.
"My dear lady," he said, 81 am here. 1
have lost no time. 1t so happened that I
received your note just as 1 was leaving
my carriage after a morning drive. had
no idea that you were in Bohemia"
Thanks. 1t was good of you to come 30
soon."
She sat down upon one of the stiff
chairs and motioned to him to follow her
example.
"And your dear father-how is he7" in
quired Keyork. with suave politeness, as he
took his seat.
MY father died week ago." said Beat
rice, gravely.
Keyork's face assumed all the expression
of which it was capable.
"I am deeply grieved," he said, moder-
ating his huge voice to soft and purring
sub-bass. He was an old and valued
friend"
There was o moments silence. Keyork,