San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-15


Can ] lOveP Do | love tU-day as |
loved yesterday ana shRI love to-
morrow? All, child! That You should
ask that, with your angels face when
am in hell for you! VIZ I would
give my body to death and a. soul 70
darkness for touch Of your hand, for
as n.Gch kindness and geDt.eness in
word from your dear lips as you give
the beggars Ia the street,
When l wOulC GEAR out my
heart with my hands 20 feed the very
dog that Jaws upon you-and who is
more TO yan than l. because he is
yours. AM al that is yours ] love.
and worship. and adorem
"Keyork arabian, is IL possible
that yoa love mep" she cried In her
wonGe:
Possible? True? sThere is nei>
Their truth nor possibility in anything
else for me, in anything, in any one but
you, Unorna. The service of my love
fills the days and the nights
and the years with you
fills the world vita you only; makes
heaven to be on earth, since heaven
is but the air that is made bright with
Your breath, as the temple of all tenn
pies is but the spot whereon your
dear feet stand. When | am gone
with the love of you in my heart.
Unorna-when they have buried the
ugly old body and out of your sight,
you will not even remember that |
was once your companion, still less
that knelt before you; that | kissed
the ground on which you stood; that l
loved you as men loved whose hearts
are breaking; that touched the hem
of your garment and was for one mo-
ment young-that l besought you TO
press my hand but once, with one
thought of kindness, with one last
and only word of human pity"
He broke off suddenly and there
was tremor in his voice which lent
intense expression to the words. He
was kneeling upon one knee beside
Unorna but between her and the light,
so that she saw his face indis tinctly.
She could not but pity him. She took
his outstretched hand in hers.
You are the greatest OF great &C
| tors. Keyork Arabian. There is some
thing diabOlical about you. | some
times almost think that you are the
devil himself"
Perhaps am" suggested the lit
tie man, cheeriully.
do you know that there is hor-
III %
her feet. Her smile had vanished,
and she seemed to feel cold.
AS though nothing had happened,
Keyork began to make lis daily eX-
animation of his sleeping patient. He
noted some of the results of his OBJ
servations in pocketbook. Unorna
! stood still and watched him.
There is little room for love in
your system, remarked Unorna, for
such love, forinstance. as you described
to me few minutes ago"
There is too much room for it in
yours" retorted KeyOrk. Your sys-
TEN is constantly traversed in alldirec-
tions by bodies, sometimes nebulOus,
and sometimes fiery, which move in
! unknown orbits at enormous rates of
speed. In astronomy they call them
comets, and astronomers would be
much happier without them"
Il am not an astronomer"
Fortunately for the peace OF the
solar system. You have been seeding
your comets dangerously near our sick
planet" he added, pointing to the
sleeper. IF you do it again he will
break up into asteroids. To use that
particularly disagreeable and sugges-
tive word invented by men, he will
die"
Il am sorry" she said in low
voice.
Sorry! No doubt you are. II remains
to be seen whether your sorrow can be
utilized as a simple, or macerated in
tears to make tonic, or sublimated
| 10 produce corrosive which will de-
strOy the canker, death. But be sor-
ry by all means. 1t occupies your
mind without disturbing me or injur-
ing the patient. Be sure that if l can
find an active application for your
sentiment l will give you the rare
satisfaction of being useful"
Nothing that you could say or do
would surprise me-"
| Indeed? We shall see"
Il will leave you to your studies,
| then. ! have been here too long as
| il is.''
'Unorna, he said, suddenly, in an
! altered voice. See stopped and looked
, back.
'Well?"
do not be angry, Unorna. Do not
go away like this. "
| IInnrna turned almost ferralN and