Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-06-04

| among the tombs A strange little man
| who knew everything. but very amusing. -
Il do not know. But that is his name
| He lives in Prague"
How can l lind him. must see him at
| once-he viii help me-
The nun shook her head in disapproval
n should be )rly that You should talk
with him. she said. Il fear he is no better
| than UnOrua. and perhaps worse"
You need not fear. " Beatrice answered,
with scornful smile. II am not in the
least afraid. Only tell me how l am TO find
him He lives here, you SAYS there no
directory in the convent
i believe the po.treSS keeps such a
book, said Sister Paul, still shaking her
, head uneasily. But you must wait until
the morning. my dear child. if you will do
this thing. OF the two, should say that
YOU would do better TO write to the lady.
Come, We must be going. 1t is very late. -
She had taken the lamp again and was
moving slowly towards the door. Beatrice
had no choice but to submit. 1t was evil
dent that nothing more could be done II
present. The two women went back into
the church. and going around the high altar,
began 10 examine everything carefully. The
only trace of disorder they could discover
was the fallen candlestick, so massive and
strong that it was not even bent or injured.
They climbed the short wooden steps, and
uniting their strength, set it up again, care
fully and in its place, restoring the thick
candle to the socket. Though broken in
the middle by the fan. the heavy wax sup
ported itself easily enough. Then they got
down again, and Sister Paul took away the
steps. For few moment, both women
knelt down bsfore the alter.
They left the church by the nuns stair
case, boiling the door behind them, and as
cended TO the corridors and reached Bea-
trices room. Cnorna'S door was open as
the nun had left it. and the yellow light
streamed upon the pavement. She went in
and eXtinguished the lamp. and then came
back to Beatrice.
Are you not afraid 10 be alone after
what has happenei?" she asked.
Afraid OF what? No. indeed" Then
she thanked her companion again, and
kissed Sister Paui'S waXen cheek.
Say a PRAYER, my daughter-and may all
be well with you, now and ever said the
good sister. as she went away through the
darkness. She needed no light in the IA
miliar way to her cell.
Beatrice searched among her numerous
belongings. and AZ last brought out writ
ing-caSe. Then she sat down to her table
by the light of the lamp that had illuni-
mated so many strange sights that night.
She wrote the name OF the convent clearly
upon the paper. and then wrote plain
message in the fewest possible words.
Something of her strong. devoted nature
showed itself in her handwriting.
Beatrice Varanger begs that Keyork Ar
abian will meet her in the parlor OF the con-
vent a. soon after receiving this as posi-
bic. The matter is very important
She had reasons of her own for believing
that keyork had not forgotten her in the
five Years or more since they had been in
Egypt together Apart from the fact that
had al hoe sum inc
good, lie had al that time professed the
most unbounded admiration Tor her, and
she remembered with smile his quaint
devotion, his fantastic courtesy, and his
gnOme-ike attempts at grace.
She folded the note TO wait for the adj
dress which she could not ascertain until
the morning. She could DO nothing more.
Il was nearly > O'Clock. and there was evil
IDENTIFY nothing 10 be done but TO sleep.
As she laid her head upon her pillow q
few minutes later she was amazed at her
own calm. Strong natures, in great tests,
often surprise themselves far more than
they surprise others. Others see the Tt
suits, always simpler i'll proportion as they
are greater. But the actors themselves
alone know how hard the great and simple
can seem.
Beatrice'S calmness was not only of the
outward kind at the present moment. She
felt that she was alone in the world. and
that she had taken her life into her own
hands. Fate had lent her the clew of her
happiness at last, and she would hold it
firmly to the end. 1t would De time enough
then to open the floodgates. 1t would have
been unlike her to dwell long upon the
thought of Unorna, or give way to any pas
sionate outbreak of hatred. Why should
Unorna not love him. The whole world
loved him, and small wonder. She feared
no rival.
But he was near her now. Her heart
leaped as she realized how very near he
might well be, then sank again 10 its calm
beating.
He had been near her score of times in
the last years, and yet they had not met.
But she had not been free then as she was
now. There was more hope than before.
but she would not delude herself with any
belief in certainty.
So thinking, and so saying to herself.
she fell asleep and slept soundly with
out dreaming, as most people do who are