San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-17
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almost roughly.
HE is in carriage down stairs"
she answered quickly. Something has
happened to him. cannot wake him
you must take him in"
ITO die on my hands? Not To-
laughed Keyork, in his deepest voice.
"My collection is complete enough
She seized him suddenly by both
arms, and brought her face near to
his.
IF you dare to speak of death"
She grew intensely white, with a
fear she had not known before in her
life. Keyork laughed again, and
tried to shake himself free Of her
grip.
You seem little nervous" he
observed, calmly. What do you
want of mep"
Your help, man, and quickly. Call
your people-have him carried up
stairs-revive him-do something to
bring him back"
Keyork' voice changed.
lis he in real dangerPn he asked.
What have you done to him?"
ooh, do not know what l have
doner' cried Unorna, desperately.
81 do not know what | fear"
She let him go and leaned against
the doorway, covering her face with
her hands. Keyork stared at her.
He had never seen her show so much
emotion before. Then he made up
l. he, INT hi
and left her standing and staring at
him while he thrust few objects into
his pockets and threw his fur coat
over him.
Stay here till l come back" he
said authoratively as he went out.
But you will bring him hereP" she
cried, suddenly conscious Of his going.
The door was already closed. She
tried to open it. in order to follow
him, but she could not. The lock
was OF an unusual kind, and either in
TENT nally or accidentally Keyork
had shut her in. For few moments
she tried to force the springs, shak-
ing the heavy woodwork very little
in the great effort she made. Then,
seeing it was useless, she walked
slowly to the table and sat down in
KeyC rk' 5 chair.
The reaction from the great phys
iCal efforts she had made overcame
her. 1t seemed to her that Keyork's
only reason for taking him away must
be that he was dead. Her head
throbbed and her eyes began to burn.
The great passion had IFS will of her,
and stabbed her through and through
with such pain as she had never
dreamed of. The horror of it all
was too deep for tears, and tears
were by nature very far from her
eyes at all times. She pressed
her hands to her breast and rocked
herself gently backward and forward.
There was no reason left in her. To
her there was no reason left in any
thing, if he were gone And if Ke-
york Arabian could not save him, who
could?
The mechanical effort of rocking
her body from side to side brought no
rest, the blow she struck upon her
breast in her frenzy she felt no moro
than the open door had felt those she
had dealt it with the club.
Driven to desperation she sprang at
last from her seat and cried aloud:
Il would give my soul to know that
he is safen'
The words had not died away when
a low groan passed, as it were, around
the room. The sound was distinctly
that of a human voice, but it seemed
to come from all sides at once. In
orna stood still and listened.
WHO is in this rOom?" she asked
in loud, clear tones.
Again that awful sound filled the
room, and rose now almost TO a wall
and died away.
Unorna's brow flushed angrily. In
the direct line of her vision stood the
head of the Malayan woman, its soft,
embalmed eyes fixed on hers.
elf there are people hidden here"
cried Unorna fiercely, "let them show
themselves, let them face me. | say
it again. would give my immor tai
soul"
This time Unorna saw as well as
heard. The groan came and the wall
followed it and rose to a shrek that
deafened her. And she saw how the
face of the Malayan woman changed:
she saw it move in the bright lamp
light, she saw the mouth open. Hor-
rified she looked away. Her eyes fell
upon the squatting savages-their
heads were all turned toward her,
she was sure that she could see their
shrunken chests heaVe as took breath