Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-10

as other men might have, but for himself
and for his heart-do YOU understand"
"For his goodness" said Sister Paul,
nodding in approval, 81 understand"
mo" B estrice answered, half impa-
tiently. Mot ior his goodness, either.
Many men are good, and so was he-he
must have been, of course. No matter. I
loved him. That is enough. He loved me,
too. And one da we were alone, in the
broad spring sum- upon terrace. There
were lemon trees there-I can see the place.
Then we told each other that we loved-but
neither of us could find the vords-they
must be somewhere, those strong, beautiful
words that could te II how we loved. We
told each other"
"Wi ithout your fathers CONSENT" asked
the nun, almost sew erely. Bestrice's eyes
flashed.
SIS : Eoman's heart a dog that must fol-
low at heel?'' she asked, fercely. I'VE
loved. That was er ;ough. My father had
the powex, but not the heart 10 come be-
tween u.s. We told him then, for we were
not towards. We told him boldly it must
be. He was a thoug htful man, who spoke
little. He ssld that we must part at once,
before we loved each other better-and that
we should soon forget. We looked at each
other, the man 1 loved and /. We knew
that we should love better yet parted or to-
gether, though we could not tell how that
could De. oQI we hue" d4SO budh euCu 1Ofo
as there was between us was enough. My
father gave no reasons, but knew that he
hated the name of my mothers nation. OF
course, we met again. RENE mber that
could cry in those days. NV fs .ther had not
learned TO part us then. Perpa ps he was not
| quite sure himself; at alb events the parting
did not come so soon. We told him that we
would wait, forever if it must be. He may
have been touched, though little touched
Al. Aor
suddenly and without warning, he
took me away to another city. And
what of him?' 1 asked, He told me
that there was an evil fever in the city and
that had seized him-the min loved. He
is free to follow us if he pleases,' said my
father. But he never came. Then followed
Journey, and another and another, until I
knew that my father was travelling 10 avoid
him. When saw that, / grew silent and
never spoke his name again. Farther and
farther, longer and longer, to the ends of
the earth. We saw many people, many
asked for nv hand. Sometimes heard of
him, from men who had seen him lately. 1
waited patiently for knew th at he was on
our track and sometimes l felt that he was
near"
Beatrice paused.
at is strange story" said Sister Paul,
who had rarely heard tale of love.
1.-The strange thing is this" Beatrice an
swered. "That woman-what is her name?
Unorna? She loves him and she knows
where he is"
"Unorna?" repeated the nun in bewilder-
ment.
Yes. She met me after CoIupline to-
night could not but speak to her, and
then I was deceived. I cannot tell whether
she knew what am to HIM, but she de-
ceived me utterly. She told me q strange
story of her own life. I was lonely. In all
these years have never spoken of what has
filled me. I cannot tell how it was. be-
gan to speak, and then forgot she was
there, and told all"
"She made you tell her by her secret
arts, said Sister Paul, in low voice.
"No; 1 was lonely, and 1 believed that
she was good, and felt that must speak.
Then-I cannot think how could have
been so mad; but 1 thought we should never
meet again, and l showed her Likeness of
him. She turned on me. 1 shall not forget
her face. 1 heard her say that she knew
him, and loved him, too When awoke,
1 was lying on the altar. That is all I
know"
"Her evil arts, her evil arts" repeated
the nun, shaking her head. Come, my
dear child, let us see if all is in order there.
upon the altar. II these things are to be
known, they must be told in the right
quarter. The sacristan must not see that
anyone has been in the church"
Sister Paul took up the lamp, but Beat
rice laid a hand upon her arm.
"You must help me to find him." she
said firmly. HE is not far away"
Her companion looked at her in astonish-
ment.
Help you to find him 2" she stsmmered.
"But cannot-I do not know am afraid
it is not right-an affair of love"
IAN affair of life, Sister Paul, and of
death, too, perhaps. This woman lives in
Prague. She is rich and must be well
Rnown-
''Well known, indeed. Too well known
the Witch, they call her."
'phen there are those who know her.
Tell me the name of one person only-it is
impossbl that you should not remember
some one who is acquainted with her, who
mas talked with you of her-perhaps one of
the ladies who have been here in retreat"
The nun was silent for a moment, gather
ing her recollections.
"There is one, at least who knows her."
she said at length. "a great lady here-lt
is said that she, too NEEDLES with. forbidden
practices, and that Unorna has often been
with her-that together they have called up
the spirits Of the dead with strange rappings
and writings. She knows her, ! am sure,
for have talked with her and she says it is
ali natural, and that there is learned man
Win lDem SOIUeIIutS, WHO now ali
such things may happen in the course of
nature-a map-let me see-he has a god
less name. too, half heather, and b alf
Christian-let me see, let me sect is
George, think, but not as we call it, not
Jirgi, nor Jegor-no-it sounds harder
Ke = Keyrgi - no, Keyork - Keyork
Arabi-"
N''Keyorll Arabiani" exclaimed Beatrice.
SIS re here?"
"You know him?" Sister Paul looked
almost suspiciously at the young girl.
Indeed do. He was with Us In Egypt
once. He showed us wonderful things
among the tombs. A strange little man,
who knew everything, but very amusing"
~ do not know. But that is his name.
He lives in Prague"
Glow can find him? I must see him at
once-he will help me-"
The nun shook her head in disapproval.
81 should be sorry that you should talk
with him." she said. az fear he is no better
than Unorns, and perhaps worse"
"You need not fear," Beatrice answered,
with a scorniul smile. II am not in the
least afraid. Only tell me how am to find
him. BE lives here, you SAYS there no
directory in the convent?''
81 believe the FORTRESS keeps such q
book" said Sister Paul, still shaking her
head uneasily. "But you must wait until
the morning, my dear child. if you will do
this thing. OF the two L should say that
YOU would do better to write to the lady.
Come, we must be going. 1t is very late. +"