Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-03

at human face. He had been familiar
with every phtse of hypnotism long before
she had knowIi him, and might reasonably
be supposed to know by inspection whether
the sleep were natural or not. That a per-
soI hypnotized tnay appear to sleep az nat
urallv as one not under the influence is GER
tain, but the coadition of rest is also very
often different, 10 the practiced eye, from
that of ordinary slumber. There is a fxity
in the expression of the face and in the atti-
tude of the body, which cannot continue
under ordinary circumstances. He had per-
haps noticed both signs in the Wauderer.
She went back ITO his side and looked at
him insen.ly. SHE had scarcely dared to do
so before, and she( felt that she might have
been mistaken. TIE light. too, had changed,
for 1t was broad day, though the lamps were
still burning. Yet, even now, she could not
tell. Her Judgement of what she saw was
disturbed by many intertwining thoughts.
At least, he was happy. Whatever she
had done, if she had done anything. 1t had
not hurt him. There was no possibility of
misinterpreting the sleeping mans express
sion.
She wished that be would wake, though
she knew how the smile would fade, how the
features would grow cold and Indifferent,
and how the gray eyes she loved would open
with look of annoyance at seeing her be-
fore him. It was like vision Of happiness
in house of sorrow, to see him lying there,
SO happy in his sleep, so loving, SO peace
full. She could make it all to last, too, il
she would, and she realized that with q
sudden pang. The woman Of whom he
dreamed, whom he had loved so faithfully
and sought SO long was near him. A word
from Unorna, and Beatrice could come and
find him as he lay asleep, and herself open
the dear eyes.
Was that sacrifice to be asked Of her be-
fore she was taken away to the expiation of
her sins? Fate could not be so cruel-and
ye. the mere idea was an added suffering.
The longer she looked at him the more the
possibility grew and tortured her.
After all, it was almost certain that they
would meet now, and at the meeting she felt
sure that all his memory would return. Why
should she do anything, why should she
raise her hand to bring them to each other?
It was too much to ask. Was in not enough
that both were free, and both in the same
city together, and that she had vowed neither
destiny to be joined together, 1t would so
happen surely in the natural course; if not,
was it her part to join them? The punish
ment of her sins, whatever it should be, she
could bear; but this thing she could not do.
She passed her hands across her eyes as
though to drive it away, and her thoughts
came back to the point from which they had
started. The suspense became unbearable
when she realized that she did not know in
what condition the tWanderer would wake,
nor whether, if left to nature, he would
wake at all. She touched his sleeve. lightly
at first, aud then more heavily. She moved
his arm. It was passive in her hand and
lay where she placediit. Yet she would not
believe that she had made him sleep. She
drew back and looAed at him. Then her
anxiety overcame herA
Wake" she cried, aloud. "For Gods
sake, wakei 1 cannot Bear itP'
His eyes opened at the sound of her voice,
naturally and quietly. Then they grew
wide and deep and fixed themselves in q
great wonder of many seconds. Then Unorna
saw no more.
Strong arms lifted her suddenly from her
feet aud pressed her fercely and carried her,
and she hid her face. A voice she knew
sounded, as she had never heard it sound,
nor hoped to hear it.
"Beatricep' It crieds and nothing mere.
In the presence of That strength, In the
ringing of that cry, Unorna was helpless.
She had no power of thought left in her, as
she felt herself borne hlone, body and soul,
in the rush Of passion more masterful than
her own.
Then she was on her feet again, but his
arms were round her still, and hers, whether
she would or not, were clasped about his
neck. Dreams, truth, faith kept or broken,
hell and heaven itself were swept away, all
wrecked together in the tide of love. And
through it all his voice was in her ear.
Love. love, at lastl From all the years,
You have come back-ht last-at lastI"
Broken and almost Eoid Of sense the words
came then, through the storm OF his kisses
and the tempest of hen tears. She could no
more resist him nor draw herself away than
the frail ship, wind-dTiven through crash
ing waves, can turn and face the blast, no
more than the long. dry grass can turn and
quench the roaring fame, no more than the
dropping willow bouSh can dam the torrent
and force it backward upthe steep mountain
side.
In these short, false moments Uuorna
knew what happiness could mean. Torn
from herself, lifted high above the misery
and the darkness Of her real life. it was al
true to her. There was no other Beatrice
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