Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-02-26


of cleansing water. second baptism.
Her smile, her trustfulness, the music !
of her voice would be g. heaven in
which he might bssk and rest. anc for
get his ;raud-yes, even his blood
outlines.
He turns the handle Of the door
quietly, gradually, and enters. A
delicate scent, as from the folds OF
sillen garments, strikes his senses.
But he does not hear a single rustic
from his uncle's bed. The old man
sleeps soundly indeed.
Then he draws up the slide OF his
lantern.
So violently. with such trembling
agitation does he close it again. the
instant after, that the whole thing
falls Gathering to playground and Paul
turns and rushes through the room.
What has he seen to overcome him
so?
A woman. tall and supple as
Greek, stern-eyed as Clytemnestra
and twenty times as fair, with black
hair aud marble arms. eyes of fringed
violet, bosom OF ivory-how often had
he dotted on them How often had he
felt his heart swell with pity. with
admiration, with unspeakable love, as
the soft voice TREMENDOUSLY remon-
strated with him.
1--WE must be patient, Paul.
And now this saint OF his life. this
virgin flower of woman. this one who
was to be the salt and salve to his sad.
wounded, outraged. and rebellious
keart-there she stands, her right
hand under the pillow OF the uncon-
scious sleeper. her left arm to strike
him down if he awake!
Paul passed stealthily into the gar
den again. He went with bounds
across the parterre. fiercely trampling
the flowers and borders, cursing
meanwhile, in his heart, with bitter
rage and execration. the angel. for
sooth, who was thief and murderess.
Then he laughed wild, trembling
laugh, such as only grief that borders
on frenzy finds utterance.
That night, as he sat till dawn un.
der the moaning poplars and over and
over again repeated to his mind the
hideous incident that he half believed
to be dream, love turned TO hate
rs fuel to ashes, as a flower to the
blood-red poison.
ut was for love Of me-" he muir
INJURED, ''for love Of me, all! that j!
the blow that cuts the deepest, TO
why? That love of hers is loathsom'
TO me-"
=
THAT was forty Years ago." sail
Miss Perry, sand it seems only yes
terday."
She looked from the gay area OF tn
: casino at Narragansett out over tn
blue, dimpling sea, where yacht wa
{ just coming to anchor.
, The wrinkled old general, VIII
directed the taste OF the wealthy Ne,
, York. spinster in the fitting OF he
large art gallery. wiped tear fror
his glass eye. 1t was telling gesture
, though the tear was not a tear {
sensibility.
q "But how did you find out that
: was hep" he inquired softly.
, Hand me that fan and will te
q you. l had come downstairs. heariA
, Il noise and thinking OF burglars.
' was brave in those days, and seized
Q heavy pair of scissors, which l carrie
+ dagger.wise. l went to my uncle
q room, felt under his pillow, and wa
q relieved to find his bag OF diamond
a safe. Then there was momentar
, flash of light, the clatter OF a lanter
dropped in darkness, and the sound {
+ receding footsteps. l never saw Pa,
j. again to this day. The lantern wa
:. identified as his. I felt relieved at b
g flight at the moment. But, genera
@ you and are old people, and for m
= part l can love only once, and yo
o must not speak to me again as ye
!. have done to-day" Epoch.