Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-03-15

Ms of rocks and rain and death-wounds and
the rest? You say you loved me once--that
was madness. You say that never loved
you-that, at least, is truth. Is that your
story? Il is, indeed, short enough, and
marvel at the many words in which you have
put so little!
She laughed in hard tone. But Israel
Kafka's eyes grew dark, and the sombre hre
beamed in them as he spoke again. The
weary, tortured smile left his wan lips and
his pale face grew stern.
"Lsugh, laugh, Unorna!" he cried. "You
do not laugh alone. And yeti love you
still. I love YOU so well in spite of all that
I cannot laugh at you, as L would, even
though were to see you again clinging to
the rock and imploring it to take pity on
your thirst And he who dies for you,
Unorua-of him you ask nothing, save that
he will crawl away and die alone and not
disturb your delicate life with such an un-
seemly sight"
"You talk of DEATH" exclaimed Unorna
scorufuIly. "You talk of dying for me, be-
cause YOU are i'll to-day. Tomorrow
Keyork Arabian will have cured you, and
then. for aught 1 know, you will talk OF
killing me instead. This is child's talk,
bows talk. If we are to listen to you, you
must be more eloquent. You must give US
such a tale of woe as shall draw tears from
our ewes and sobs from our breasts-then We
will applaud you and let you 60. That
shall be your reward"
The Wanderer glanced at her in surprise.
There was bitterness in her tone of which
he had not believed her soft voice capable.
"Why do you hate him SO, if he is mad7"
he asked. =,
"Ths reason is not far to SEEK" said
Kafka. "This woman here-God made her
crooked-hearted! Love her, and she will
hate you, as only she has learned how to
hate, Show her that cold face of yours. and
she will love you 30 that she will make
carpet of her pride tor you 10 walk on-aye,
or spit on, either, if you deign to be 10 kind.
She has wonderful kind of heart, for 1t
freezes when you burn it, and melts when
you freeze it."
derer, suddenly planting himself in front of
Kafka. ''They told me SOL can al
most believe it."
"No-I am not mad yet" answered the
Younger man, facing him iearlessly. You
need not come between me- and her. She
can protect herself. You would know that
if YOU knew what saw her do with you,
first when came here.
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turned quickly as he stood, and looked at
Unorna.
"Do not listen to his rawlings" shesaid.
The words seemed weak and poorly chosen,
and there was a strange look in her face as
though she were either afraid, or desperate,
or both.
"Shs loves you," said Israel Kafka,
calmly. "And you do not know it. She
has power over you, as she has over me. but
the power to make you lose her she has not.
She will destroy you, and your state will be
no better than mine to-day. We shall have
moved on step, for shall be dead and you
will be the madman, and she will have
found another to love and torture. The
world is full of them. Her altar will never
lack sacrifices"
The Wanderers face was grave.
"You may be mad, or not" he said. II
cannot tell. But you say monstrous things
and you shall not repeat them"
"Did she not say that might speak?'
asked Kafks, with bitter laugh.
'I will Keep my word" said Unorna.
''You seek your own destruction. Find 1t
In YOUR own way. 1t will not be the less
sure. Speak-ssy what you will. You shall
not be interrupted"
The Wanderer drew back, not understand
ing what was passing. nor why Unorns was