Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-04-05

blow ever so fercely. In Unorna the master
passion was as strong as ever In dim
vision the wreck of her pride foated still in
the stormy distance, but she turned her eyes
away. for it was no longer part of her.
The specter of her humiliation rose up and
tried to taunt her with her shame-she al
most smiled at the thought that she could
still remember it. He lived, she lived, and
he should yet be hers.
She paced the corridor, passing and re-
passing beneath the light of the single lamp
that hung in the middle, walking quickly,
with sensation OF pleasure in the move
ment and in the cold draught that famed
her cheek. Then she heard footsteps dis
tiDct from the echo of her own, and she
toward her through the gloom. She waited
near her own door, supposing that they
would pass her. As they came near she saw
that one was a nun, habited in the plain
gray robe and black and white head-dress
of the order. The other was lady dressed
like herself, in black. The light burned so
badly that as the two stopped and stood for
could not clearly distinguish their faces.
Then the lady entered one OF the rooms, the
third or the fourth from Unorna's, and the
nun remained standing outside, apparently
hesitating whether to turn to the right or
the left, or asking herself in which direc-
tion her occupations called her. Unorna
made a movement and at the sound Of her
foot the nun came toward her.
"Sister PaulP' Unorna exclaimed, recog-
nizing her as her lace came under the glare
of the lamp, and holding out her hands.
"Unornap' cried the nun, with an intona-
ton of surprise and pleasure. 81 did hot
know that YOU were here. What brings you
back to us?"
"a caprice, Sister Paul-nothing but
caprice. 1 shall perhaps be gone NOR
row.
ST am sorry," answered the Sister. "One
night is but a short retreat from the world"
She shook her head rather sadly.
Much may happen in night" replied
Unorua with a smile. "You used to tell me
that the soul knew nothing of time. Have
you changed your mind? Come into my
room and let us talk. l have not forgotten
your hours. You can have nothing to do
for the moment, unless it is supper time"
"We have just finished" said Sister
Paul, entering readily enough. ''The other
lady who Is staying here insisted upon sup
ping in the guests refectory-out Of curiosity,
perhaps, poor thiug-and l met her on the
stairs as she was coming up"
Are she and I the only ones here?''
Unorua asked carelessly.
Eyes. There IS no one else, and she only
came this morning. You see, 1t is still the
carnival season in the world. 1t is in Lent
that the great ladies come to us, and then We
have often not room Free"
The nun smiled sadly, shaking her head
again in way that seemed habltual with
her.
"After all, she added, as Unorua said
nothing, sit is better that they should come
then, rather than not at all, though 1 often
think it would be better still if they spent |
carnival in the convent and Lent in the |
world"
1.-THE world you speak of would be
gloomy place if you had the ordering OF it, |
Sister Paul, observed Unorna, with little |
laugh.
''Ah. WE'LL daresay it would seem SO to |
you. I know little enough of the world as
you understand it, save for what our guests |
tell me-and, indeed, am glad that do |
not know more"
"You know almost az much as do.
The Sister looked long and earnestly into |
Unorna's face, as though, searching for |
something. She was thin. pale woman,
over forty years of age. Not a wrinkle /
marked her waxen skin, and her hair was
entirely concealed under the smooth head
dress; but her age was in her eyes.
"What is your life, UIorna?" she asked |
"We hear strange tales Of 1t
sometimes, though we know also, that you