San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-30

head. If you would only help me.
You are 20 old that you must be wise,
and If so very wise, then you are good!
Wake. but this once, and tell me what
is right
The deep eyes opened and looked
up TO hers. The great limbs stirred,
the bony hands unclasped. There
was something awe-inspiring in the
ancient strength renewed and filled
with Il new life.
Who calls me?" asked the clear.
deep voice.
Il, UnOrna-
What do you ask of me?'
He had risen from his couch and
stood before her, towering far above
her head. Even the Waudcrer would
have seemed of but common stature
beside this man OF other years, of a
forgotten generation, who now stood
erect filled with IA mysterious youth.
Tell me what | should do"
Tell me what you have done.
Then in one great confession, with
bowed head and folded hands, she
poured out the story of her life.
And am lost" she cried at last.
Zone holds my soul and one my heart!
May not my body die? Oh, say that
it is right-Jhat may die"
"Die? Die-when you may yet
uudoP'
'UndO?"
Undo and do. Undo the wrong
and do the right"
II cannot. The wrong is past ua-
doing-and | am past doing right.
"DO you blasnheme-gO! Do it,"
What"
Gall her-that other woman
Beatrice. Bring her to him, and him
| to her."
And see them meet"
MAY | not dep she cried, despair
ingly. May not die-for him-for
her, for both? Would that not be
enough? Would they not meet? Would
they not then be free?"
| DO you love him still?n
with all my broken heart"
| Then do not leave his happiness
to chance alone, but go at once. There
is one little act of heavens work still
in your power. Make it all yours"
His great hands rested on her
shoulders and his eyes looked down to
! hers.
lis it so bitter to do right?' he
| asked.
1t is very bitter" she answe red
| Very slowly she turned, and as she
moved, he went beside her. gently
urging h r. and seeming to support her.
| Slowly, through vestibule and passage,
they went on and entered together the
great hall of the flowers. The Wan
derer was there. alone.
He uttered short cry and sprang
to meet her, but stepped back in awe
of the great white-robed figure that
lowered by her side.
.Beatricew he cried, as they
passed.
II am not Beatrice" she answered,
her downcdst eyes not raised to look
at him. moving still forward under
the gentle guidance OF the giants
hand.
Not Beatrice-no-yo are not
she-you are Unorna! Have dreamed
all this?'
She had passed him now. and still
she would not turn her h ad. But
her voice came back TO him as she
! walked on.
lou nave dreamed wnaJ Will very
aoGn be true" she said. wait here.
and Beatrice viii soon be with you"
Il know that | am mad" the Wan
derer cried, making one step 20 follow
her, then stopping short. Unorna
was already at the door, The ancient
| sleeper laid one hand upon her head.
You will do il now" he SAID.
Il will do ito the end, she an
swered. THANK God that | have
made you live to tell me how"
So she went out, alone, TO undo what
she had done SO evilly well.
The cd man turned and went to-
ward the Wanderer, who stood still in
the middle of the hall, confused, not
knowing whether he had dreamed or
was really mad.
"Whut man are you?" he asked, as
the white-robed figure approached.
"A man, as you are, for / was once
young-not as you are, for am very
Did. and yet like you, for am young
again"
You speak in riddles. What are
you doing here, and where have you
sent UnOrnaP
.When | was ola in that long time
between she took me in, and have
slept beneath her roof these many
! years. She told me all her story, and
all yours, waking me from my sleep,