Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-05-24

t 'gThank God that have made you live to
tell me how
She went out, alone, to undo what she had
done so eyilly well.
The old man turned and went toward the
| Wanderer, who stood still in the middle of
the hall, confused, not knowing whether he
had dreamed or was really mad.
| "What 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 old, and YET
| like you, for am young again"
"You speak in riddles. What are YOU
| doing here, and where have you sent
| Unorna?'
''When 1 was DID, in that long tine be-
| tween, she took me IN, and have slept be-
| meath her roof these many years Ehe'
| came to me to-day. She told me all her,
story and all yours, waking me from nv
sleep, and asking me what she should do.'
And she is gone to do that thing of which I
told her. Wait and you viii see. She
loves you well.
Sand you would help her to get my leTe,
as she has tried to get it before?" the lvsz-
derer asked, with rising anger. 'fWhas an
L to you, or you to me, that you woEle
die in my life?"
''You to me? Nothing. A man."
Therefore an enemy-and YOU would
help Unorna-let me goI This house is
cursed. | will not stay in it." The hoary
giant took his arm, and the Wanderer stared
at the weight and strength of the touch
''You shall bless this house before you
leave it. In this place, here where you
stand, you shall find the happiness you have
sought through all the years.
"In Unorna?" The question was asked
scornfulIy.
''By Unorna."
81 do not believe you. You are mad, as I
am. Would you play the prOphet?''
The door opened in the distance, and from
behind the screen of plants Keyork Arabian
came forward into the hall, his small eyes
bright, his ivory face set and expressionless,
his long beard waving in the swing of his
walk. The Wanderer saw him first and
called to him.
"Keyork-come hereF' he said. 'rWho
is this man?'
p For moment Keyork seemed speeehless
with amazement. But it was anger that
cholked his words. Then he came on
quickly.
''Who walked him?" he cried in fury.
''What is this? Why is he here?"
'Unorna walked me- answered the
ancient sleeper, very calmly.
"Unorna? Again? The curse of the
Three Black Angels on herl Mad again?
Sleep, go baekl 1t is not ready yet, and
you viii die and shall lose it all-all-alll
Oh, she shall pay this with her soul in
hellP'
He threw himself upon the giant. in an
insane frenzy, clasping his arms around the
huge limbs and trying to force him back
wards
$50! gol' he cried frantically. 'eIt may
not be too late! You may yet sleep and
livel Oh, my Experiment, my great Ex-
perimentl All lost"
''What is this madness?" asked the Wan
derer ''You cannot carry him, and he viii
not go. Let him alone -
'Madness?" yelled Keyork, turning on
him. ''You are the madman, you the fool,
who cannot understand Help me to move
him-you are strong and young-together
we can take him back-he may yet sleep and
hve-he must and shalll | say i'll Lay
your hands on him-you will not help me?
Then will curse you till YOU do
''POor KeyorkP' exclaimed the Wan
derer, Multiplying him. 'fYour big
thoughts have cracked your little brain at
last"
''Poor Keyorkl You call me poor Keyork?
You boy! You puppet! You ball, that we
have banded TO and fro, half sleeping, half
awakel 1t drives me mad to see YOU stand
ing there, scofing, instead of hel ping me.''
'You are past my help, fear. -
"WiH you not move? Are you dead al
ready, standing on your feet and staring at
me?"
Again Keyorkl threw himself upon the
huge old man, and stamped and struggled
and tried to move him backwards. He
might as well have spent his strength
against rock. Breathless, but furious still,
he desisted at last, too much beside himself
to see that he whose sudden death he feared