Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-03-15

which she would forbid our doing, and for
which she despises US when she hates Us,
and loves US the more deeply when she loves
us at all. You hate me-then despise me
| too. if Won will. 1t is. too late tn care. l
followed you like spy, saw what ex-
| pected to see, I have suffered what knew
| should suffer. You know that have been
/, away during this whole month, and that 1
| have travelled thousands Of leagues IN the
hope of forgetting you."
| "And vet I fancied that had seen you
! within the month, Unorna said, with q
cruel smile.
''They say that ghosts haunt the places
they have loved" answered Kafka, un-
moved. "If that be true I may have
troubled your dreams, and you may have
seen me. ! have come back broken In body
and in heart. think have come back to
die here. The lie is going out OF me, but
before it is quite gone can say two things,
can tell you that know you at last, and
that. in spite Of the horror Of knowing what
you are, love you STILL"
"Am 1 30 very horrible" ?" she asked,
scornfully.
You know what you are better than
can tell you, but not better than know.
i know even the secret meaning OF your
moods and caprices. know why you are
willing to listen to me, this last time, so
patiently, with only now and then a snesr
and a cutting laugh"
"Why?"
'In order to make me suffer the more.
You will never forgive me now, for you
know that know, and that alone Is sin
past all forgiveness. and over and above that
/ am guilty Of ths crime Of loving when
you have no love for me"
Aol loo
and recapitulate your misdeeds. The plan
is certainly original, though it lacks wit.
"There is least wit where there is most
love, Unorna. I take no account Of the
height of my folly when see the depth Of
my love, which has swallowed up myself
and all my life. In the last hour have
known its depth and breadth and strength,
for have seen what it can bear. And why
should 1 complain of it? Have not many
times said that would die foS you willing
ly?-and is it not dying for You to die for
love of you? To prove my faith it were too
easy a death, When 1 look into your face
1 know that there is in me the heart that
made true Christian martyrs"
Unorna laughed.
"Would you be martyr2" she asked.
"Not for your faith-but for the faith
once had in you-and for the love that NO
martyrdom could kill. Aye-to prove that ]
love / would die hundred deaths-an6 to
gain yours would die the death eternal"
"And you would have deserved it Have
you not deserved enough already, enough
OF martyrdom for tracking me to-day, fol-
lowing me stealthilY, like a thief and spy,
to find out my ends and my doings?"
Il love you, Unorna."
"And therefore you suspect me Of unimag-
Unable evil-and therefore you come out OF
your hiding place and accuse me of things
have neither done nor thought OF doing,
building up falsehood upon lie, and lie upon
falsehood in the attempt to ruin me in the
eyes of one who has my friendship and who
is nv friend. You are foolish to throw
yourself upon my mercy, Israel Kafka."
Foolish? Yes, and mad, tool And my
madness is all you have left me-taks it-it
is yoursl You cannot kill my love. Deny
my words, deny your deedsl Let all De
false in youAit is but one pain more and
my heart is not broken yet. 1t will bear
another. Tell me that what saw had no
reality-that you did not make him sleep
here, on this spot, before my eyes-thst you
did not pour your love into his sleeping
ears, that you did rot command. implore,
sntreat-snd fall What is 1t all TO me,
whether you speak truth or not3 Tell melt
is not true that / would die thousand