Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-24

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eff only knew ii to be true"
CHOW hard you make it. Yet, it was
hard enough"
Beatrice touched her arm, more gently
than before, and gazed into her eyes
'TfI could believe it all, would not
make it hard, 1 would forgive you-and
you would deserve better than that, better
than anything that is mine to give
81 deserve nothing and ask nothing. If
you will come you will see, and, seeing, you
will believe. And if you then forgive
well then you will have done far more than
1 could do"
81 would forgive you freely"
care you afraid to go with me?"
''No. 1 am afraid of something worse.
You have put something here-a hope"
GA hope Then you believe There is
no hope without little belief in it. Will
you Gomez"
'sTo him?"
"To him."
'Tt can be but untrue" said Beatrice, still
hesitating. 81 can but 60, What Of him?"
would you take me to him? Could you?"
She turned very pale, and her eyes stared
madly at Unorna
'1f he were dead" Unorna answered, 1T
| should not be here.''
Something in her tone and look moved
Beatrice's heart, at last
81 will go with you," she said. "And if
| I find him-and if all is well with him
then God in heaven repay you, for you have
been drawer than the bravest ever knew"
''Can love save soul as well as lose it?"
Unorna asked.
Then they went away together. -
They were scarcely out of sight of the
convent gate when another carriage drove
up. Almost before it had stopped, the door
opened, and Keyork Arabian's short, heavy
form emerged and descended hastily to the
pavement. He rang the bell furiously, and the
old FORTRESS set the gate ajar and looked out
cautiously, fearing that the noisy peal meant
trouble or disturbance.
''The lady, Beatrice Varanger-I must see
her instantlyp' cried the little man, in ter
rible excitement.
''She has gone out" the FORTRESS re-
piled.
"Gone out? Where? Alone?"
"With lady who was here last night
the lady with unlike eyes"
"Where? Where? Where are they
gomez" asked Keyork, hardly able to find
breath.
''The lady bade the coachman drive her
home-but where her home
"Home? To Unorna's home? 1t is not
L
Let me in! Let me in, 1 say! May vam-
pires get your body and the Three Black
Angels cast lots upon your souln'
In the storm of curses that followed, the
convent door was violently shut in his face.
Within, the FORTRESS stood shaking with
fear, crossing herself again and again, and
verify believing that the devil himself had
tried to force an entrance into the sacred
place.
T.. roo~e,,1 o,,uo- Ho-o-l- l-,,r bool- III
hesitated one moment and then regained his
carriage
''To Unorna's housep' he shouted, as he
shut the door with crash.
''This is my house, and he is here"
Unorna said, as Beatrice passed before her,
under the deep arch of the entrance.
Then she led the way up the broad stair
case and through the small outer hall to the
door of the. great conservatory.
"You will find him there, " she said. "Go
on alone"
But Beatrice took her hand to draw
her in.
'eMust L see it all" Unorna asked, hope
lessly.
Then from among the plants and trees
great white-robed figure came out and stood
between them. Joining their hands, he
gently pushed them forward to the middle
of the hall, where the Wanderer stood
alone.
at is doner' Unorna cried, as her heart
broke.
She saw the scene she had acted so short
time before. She heard the passionate cry,
the rain of kisses, the temptest of tears
The expiation was complete. Not sight,
not sound was spared her. The strong
arms of the ancient sleeper held her upright
on her feet. She could not fall, she could
not close her eyes, she could not stop her
ears no merciful stupor overcame her.
'Is it so bitter to do right?" the old man
asked, bending low and speaking softly.
''It is the bitterness of DEATH" she said
'It is well DONE" he answered
Then came noise of hurried steps and
loud, deep voice, calling:
"Unorna! Unorna"
Keyork Arabian was there. He glanced
at Beatrice and the Wanderer, locked in
each others arms, then turned to Unorna
and looked into her face.
''It has killed her." he said. 'eWho did
it?"
His low-spoken words echoed like angry
thunder.
''Give her to me" he said again. sshe is
mine-body and soul"
But the great strong arms were around her
and would not let her go.
''Save me-" she cried, in failing tones
"Save me from him.
'FYou have saved YOURSELF" said the SOL
emn voice of the old man.
''Saved?" Keyork laughed "From me?"
He laid his hand upon her arm. Then his
face changed again, and the laughter died
dismally away, and he hung back.
''Can you forgive her?' asked the other
voice.
The Wanderer stood close to them now,
drawing Beatrice to his side The question
was for them.
"Can you forgive me?" asked Unorna,
family, turning her eyes toward them.
Gas we hope to find forgiveness and trust
in the life to come, they answered.
There was low sound in the air, un-
earthly, mufied, desperate, as of a strong
being groaning in awful agony. When they
looked they saw that Keyork Arabian was
gone.
The dawn of coming day rose in Unorna's
face as she sank back.
cit is over" she sighed, as her eyes
closed.
Her question was answered, her love had
saved her.
1.-THE END