Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-05-31

| child. How can ! answer YOU The nun
! was porpleNed.
True. / win tell you. Sister Paul. an
! rye and twenty years Old. am grown
woman and this is no mere girls love story
( Seven years agO-I was only eighteen then
/ Il was with nay father, rs I have been
I ever since. My mother had not been dead
! long ii perhaps that IS the reason why
! / seemed 10 he everything to my father.
| But they had not been happy together, and
! ! had loved her best. We were travelling
! no mat er wlere-rnd then met the man
! have owed. lie was not OF our country
| that is, CT my fathers He was OF the
! same people Is my mother. Well
: loved him. How dearly YOU must guess
! and try to understand. ! could not
I tel YOU that. No one could. 1t began
gradually. Tor he was often with us in those
/ days. My father liked hiln for his wit, his
learning. though he was young, for his
strength and manlincss, for hundred
reasons which were nothing to me l
/ would have loved him had he been a cripple,
/ poor, ignorant deSpised. instead Of being
| what nc waS-the grandest. noblest man
| God ever made. For did not love him for
| his race. nor for his courtly ways, nor for
| such giftS Is other men might have, but Tor
! himself and for his heart-do YOU under
| stand"
For his goodness" said Sister Paul,
nolding in approval. Il understand"
No" Beatrice answered, half impa-
| tiently. Not for his goodness, either
! Many men are good, and so was he-he
: must have been, of course. He loved me,
! too. And one day We were alone in the
| broad spring sun. upon u terrace. There
were lemon trees there--I can see the
| place. Then we told each other that we
| lOvrt-but neither of Us could find the
wOrds-they must be somewhere, those
] strong. beautiful words that could tell how
we loved We told each other
without your fathers CONSENT" asked
/ the nun, almost severely. Beatrice's eyes
| flashed.
Is woman's heart dog that must fol
/ low az heel2' she asked, fierccly. I'VE
| loved. THAI was enough. My father had
| the power. but not the heart TO come be-
! tween US. We told aim then. for we We're
not towards. We told him boldly il must
be- He was thoughtful man, who spoke
little. He said that we must part at once,
! before we loved each other better-and that
we should soon forget. We looked at each
olner. the man | loved and l. We knew that
| we should love better yet, parted or to-
gether, though we could not tell how that
| could be. But we knew also that such love
rs there was between Us was enough. My
father gave 40 reasons but ! knew that
he hated the name of my mothers natlon.
OF course we met aTain. l remember that
could cry in those days. Ny father had
not learned to part Us then. Perhaps he
was net quite sure himself, Gt ali events the
parting die not come so soon. We told him
that we would wait, forever il it must be
He may nave been jouched, though little
touched hin at best. Then, one day sud-
denly and without warning, he took me
aray to another city. And what Of him"
asked. He told me that there
was an evil fever in the city and
that had seized him-the man | loved. He
| is free TO follow us if he pleases,' said my
| father But he never came. Then followed
a Journey. and another, and another, until
knew tnaa my father was travelling to avoid
him. When i saw that, | grew silent and
never spoke his name again. Farther and
farther longer and longer. TO the end Of the
earth. We saw many people, many asked
for my hand. Sometimes ] heard of him,
from men who had seen MIN lately.
waited patiently for | knew that he was on
cur track and sometimes ! felt that he was
near"
Beatrice paused.
II Is 4 strange story. said Sister Paul
Who hau already heard tale of love.
The strange thing is this Beatrice an
swered. That woman-what is her name ;
Unorna2 She loves him, and she knows
where he is.
"Unorna?" repeated the nun in bewilder-
ment
YES. She met me after Compline to-
L
then was deceived. cannot tell whether
she knew what l am to him, but she
deceived me utterly. She told ME strange
story OF her own life. l was lonely. In
all these years l have never spoken of what
has filled NE. cannot tell now i was! i
began to speak and then forgot sic was
there. and told al. y
'Sae made you tell her by her secret
arts" said Sister Paul in low voice
"No-I was lonely and l believed that
she was good, and felt that / must speak
Then-I cannot think how could have
been So mad-but l thought we should
never meet again, end l showed her
likeness of him. She turned on me. l
shall never forget her face. heard her
say that she knew him and loved him, too.
When awoke l was lying on the altar
That is all I know
Her evil arts, her evil arts,'' repeated
the nun. shaking her head. Come. my