Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-03-29

first saw yea" said Unorna, trying to speak
calmly. "But you loved another woman.
Do Won remember her? Her name wa!
Beatrice, and she was very dark. as 1 an
fair. You had lost her and you sought hel
for wears. You entered my house, thinking
that size had gone IN before you. DO you
remember tha: morning9 1t was a month
ago today. You told me the story"
You have dreamed it," said the Wan
ierer in cold surprise. "I never loved any
woman yet.
Unorna laughed bitterly.
"Eiow perfect it all was at frstr' she ex.
claimed. "Eow smooth il seemedi How
easy. Yen sient before me, out there by the
river thaF very afternoon. And in your
sleep l bid Won forget. And you forgot
wholly, your love, the woman, her very
name, eve: As Israel hafka forgot to-day
wha! he had suffered in the person of the
martyr. You told him the story, and he
believes You. because he knows me, and
knows what L can dc. You can believe me
o. nos; a YOU will. ! did it.
You are dreaming" the Wanderer re-
peated. wondering whether she were out OF
her mind.
81 did it. l said TO myself that if / could
destroy your old love, root it out from your
heart and from your memory and make you
as one who had never loved at all, then you
would love me as you had loved her, with
ycur whole free sou. L said that was
beautifuI-it is true, is it not? And young,
am, and l love as no woman ever loved.
And | said that it was enough and that
soon you would love me, tco. A month has
passed away since then. You are of iee-of
stone-I do rot know of what YOU are. This
morning you hust me. / thought it was the
last hurt, and that | should die then-instead
o. tonight. Do you remember? you thought L
was i'll. and you went away. When you
were gone l fought with myself. My dreams
yes. / had dreamed of all that can make
earth heaven, and YOU had walked me. You
said thar you would be a brother to me-you
talked Of friendship. The sting of it. 1t is
no wonder that l grew faint with pain. Had
you struck lie in the face, l would have
kissed your hand. But your friendship!
Rather BE- dead than, loving, be held a
friendi And had dreamed OF being dear
to you for NY own sake, ofbeing dearest, and
iir,t, ana alone beloved, since that other was
gone aud had burned her memory. That
pride ] nad still, until that moment. l
faucied that il was in my power. if 1 would
sJoop so iow, 10 make YOU sleep again, as
you had slept before, and to make you at nv
bidding ieel as / ielt 1 fought with myself.
I would rot 20 down TO that depth. And
then L sand tnat even that were better than
your friendship, even 4 false sembiance OF
love inspired BIZ NV will, preserved by NV
suggestion. And so 1 fell. You came back
TO ME and ] LED YOU to that lonely place, and
made YOU sleen, and then L told you what
was in nay heart and poured out the fire
Q! my soul iEto your ears. A look came
jnto vour taee-I shall noe forget it. My
folly WAS unon me- and L thought it was
for me. ! know the truth now. Sleeping
llc old memory revived in you of her whom
waking you will never remember again.
But the look was there, and l bid you
awake. NV soul rose in my eyes. l hung
upon your lips. The loving word longed
for seemed ALREADY to trembie in the air.
Then came the truth. You awoke and your
face was stone, calm, smiling, indifferent,
unloving. And all this Israel Kafka had
seen, hiding like a thief almost beside US.
He saw il all. he heard it all, my words of
love, nv agony of waiting, my utter hu-
initiation, my burning shame. Was l
cruel to him? He had made me suffer, and
he suffered in his turn. All this you did
not know. You know it now. There is
nothing TO tell. viii you wait here until
he comes? Will you look on, and be glad
TO see NE die? Viii you remember in the
wears TO come with satisfaction that you
saw the witch killed for her many misdeeds,
and for the chief of them all-for loving
yoa?"
The Wanderer had listened TO her words,
but the tale thev told was beyond the power
OF his belief He stood still in his place,
with :olded arms, debating what he should
do TO save her. One thing alone was cleay.
She lovcG him TO distraction. Possibly, he
thought. her story was but an invention TO
excuse her cruelty and to win his commisers-
ton Ii tailed to do either at first, but yet
he would not leave her to her fate.
You shall not die if l can help it, he
said simply.
"And il you save me, do you think that
] will leave you?" she asked with sudden
agitation, turning and half rising from her
seat Think what YOU will be doing, if
you save mel Think WE'LL You say that
Israel kaika is desperate. 1 am worse than
desrerate-worse than mad, with my loveP'
She sank back again and hid her face for
a moment. He, on his part, began to see
the terrible reality and strength of her pas
sion, and silently wondered what the end
would be. He, too, was human, and pity
for her began at last to touch his heart
"You shall not die, if / can save you," he
said again.
She srrang to her feet very suddenly and
stood before him.
"Yor pity me-" she cried "What lie is
that which says that there is a kinship be-
tween pity and love? Think weli-beware
-De warned. l have told YOU much, but
you DO not know me yet! II you save me,
ecu save me but TO love you more than al
ready do Look al me! For me there is
neither God, nor hell, nor pride, nor shamel
There is nothing that 1 will not do-nothing
that l shall be ashamed or afraid of doing.
If you save me, you save me that may fol-
low you as long as 1 live. L will never