Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-01-24

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''sEE TO HIM."
10 say more. He disappeared. and my
brain wandered into chaos OF strange
fancies. Let me try to resolve these de-
lusions. plainly see the interior OF the
common room where lie. There Is the
timid innkeeper-he polishes his glasses
and bottles, casting ever and anon
scared glance in my direction, Groups oil
men look in at the door, and, seeing me-
hurry away. / observe all this
Il know where am--yet / am also
climbing the steep passes OF an Alpine
gorge-the cold snow Is at my feet-l
hear the rush and roar OF thousand
torrents. A crimson cloud floats above
the summit of white glacier-it parts
asunder gradually, and in its bright CEN
ter A face smiles forth! nina! my love,
INV wife, nv soul!' cry aloud. Istretch
out my arms-I clasp her!-bah! 1t Is
this good rogue Of an innkeeper who
holds me in his musty embrace! l strug-
gle with him iercely--pantingly.
'sFool!" / shrek in his ear. ''Let me
20 to her-her lips pout for kisses-let
me co."
| Another man advances and seizes me,
he and the inn-keeper force me back on
the pillows, they overcome me, and the
utter incapacity OF terrible exhaus-
ton steals away my strength. cease
to struggle. Pietro and his assistant
look down upon me.
"E morto." they whisper one to the
other.
| hear them and smile. Dead? Not
In The scorching sunlight streams
through the open door Of the inn-the
thirsty flies buzz with persistent loud
ness-some voices are singing LA Fata
di Amalf,-I can distinguish the word:
'ChiagnarO la mia Sventura
81 non tuorne chiu, Rosetta!
Tu d'Amalfi 10 chiu bella
Tu ma Fata 81 pc me;
Viene, vie, regina mia.
Viene cure chistO core,
Ca non &c non &c no sci0re
Non ce stella comm terra
That is true song, Nina mia! ''Nor
CO stella comm te!" What did Guido
say? "Purer than the flawless dia.
mOnd- unapproacha as the furthest
start That foolish Pietro still polishe:
his wine-bottles. see him-his meek
round face is greasy with heat and dust;
but cannot understand how he comes
to be here at all, for am on the banks
OF tropical river where the huge palms
grow wild, and drowsy alligators lie
asleep in the sun. Their large jaws are
open-their small eyes glitter greenly.
A light boat glides over the silent water
lin IL behold the erect 1.-the figure Of
an Indian. His features are strangely
similar TO those of Guido. He draws q
long thin shining blade of steel as he ap-
pr0aches. Brave fellOw!-he means To
attack single-handed the cruel creatures
who lie in wait for him on the sultry
shore. He springs TO land-l watch
him with weird fascination. He passes
the alligatOrs-he seems not to be aware
Of their presence-he comes with swift,
unhesitating steps to met is l whom
he seeks-it is in my heart that he
plunges the cold steel dagger, and draws
It out again dripping with blood! Once
yet cannot diei
writhe-I moan in bitter anguish! Then
something dark comes between me and
the glaring sun-sOmething cool and
shadOwy, against which / fling myself
despairingly. Two dark eyes look.
steadily into mine, and voice speaks:
''Be calm. my son, be calm. Com
mend thyself TO Christi"
1t is my friend the monk. / recognize
him gladly. He has returned from his
errand of mercy. Though can scarcely
speak, / hear myself asking for news OF
the boy. The holy man crosses him
self devOutly.
''NIay his young soul rest in peace! /
found him dead"
/ am dreamily astonished at this.
Dead-so soon? cannot understand 1t;
and drift of again into state OF con-
fused imaginings. As look back now
to that time, find l have no specially
distinct recollection Of what afterwards
happened to me. know suffered tn-
tense, intolerable pain-that was liter
ally tortured on rack Of eXcruciating
Anguish-and that through all the de-
lirium of my senses l heard muffied,
melancholy sound like chant or prayer.
have an idea that also heard the
tinkle of the bell that accompanies the
host, but my brain reeled more wildly
with each moment, ana ] cannot be GER
tain of this. | remember shrieking out
after what seemed an eternity of pain,
''Not TO the villa! no, no. not there!
You shall not take me--my curse on him
who disobeys me-"
remember then a fearful sensation,
As OF being dragged into deep whirl-
pool, from whence ! stretched up APP
pealing hands and eyes TO the monk who
stood above mel caught drowning
glimpse Of silver crucihx glittering be-
fore nv gaze, and ct last, with one loud
nv for hahn I NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. into