San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-16
to him.
,.She is not dead

in battle, in whom the suddenness of
the shock has destroyed the power Of
instantaneous sensation.
She is not dead. You have
dreamed it, " sSid Unorna, looking at
him steadily.
He pressed his hand to his fore
head and then moved it, as though
brushing away something that
troubled him.
Come with me. will show her
to you"
"Whither? With you? How can
you bring me to herP What power
have you to lead the living to the
deadw
ITO the living. Come"
ITO the living-yes-I have
dreamed an evil dream-a dream of
death--she is not-no see it now.
She is not dead. She is only very far
from me, very, very far. And yet it
was this morning-but l was mis-
taken, deceived by some faint like
ness. All, God! I thought / knew
her face! What is it that you want
with meP"
He asked the question as though
again suddenly aware Of Unorna's
presence. She had lifted her veil.
and her eyes drew his soul into their
mysterious depths.
"Will you walk with me? 1t is
very cold"
They had been standing where they
had met. AS she sp Ike Unorna
looked up with an expression wholly
unlike the one he had seen few
moments earlier. Her strong will
was suddenly yelled by the most
gentle and womanly manner, and a
little SILVER, real or feigned, passed
over her as she drew the folds of her
fur more closely around her. The
man before her could resist the ag-
gressive manifestation of her power,
but he was far too courteous to refuse
her request.
Which wayp" he asked, quietly.
ITO the river" she answered.
He turned and took her place by her
side. For some moments they walked
on in silence. II was already almost
twilight.
SO far as he himself was concerned,
he was in no humor for talking. He
had seen almost everything in the
word, and had read or heard almost
everything that mankind had to say.
The streets of Prague had no novelty
for him, and there was no charm in
the chance acquaintance Of a beauti-
full woman to bring words to his lips.
Unorna for the first time in her
life, felt that she had not full control
Of her faculties. She who was always
so calm, so thoroughly mistress Of
her own powers, whose judgment
keyork Arabian could deceive, but
whose self-possesson he could not
move, except to anger, was at the
present moment both weak and unbal-
anced. Ten minutes earlier, she had
fancied that it would be an easy thing
to fix her eyes on his and to cast the
veil of d half-sleep over his already
half-dreaming senses. She had fan
cied that it would be enough to say
come" and that he would follow.
She had formed the bold scheme OF
attaching him to herself, by visions
of the woman whom he loved as she
wished to be loved by him. She be-
heved that ii he were once in that
state she could destroy the old love,
forever, or even turn it to hate, at
her will.
There were great blocks of stone in
the desolate place, landed there be-
fore the river had frozen for a great
building whose gloomy, unfinished
mass stood waiting for the warmth Of
spring to be completed. She led him
by the hand, passive and obedient us
q child, to a sheltered spot and made
him sit down upon one Of the stones.
1t was growing dark.
.ouk at me-" she said, standing
before him, and touching his brow.
He obeyed.
You are the image in my eyes"
she said, after a moments pause.
Yes. l am the image in your
eyes" he answered in dull voice.
You will never resist me again.
/ command it. Hereafter it will be
enough for ME to touch your hand, or
to look at you. and if l say sleep
you will instantly beCo ONE the image
again. Do you understand thatp'
Il understand it,"
''Promisen'
Il promise" he replied, without
percept Ole effort.
You have been dreaming for years.
From this moment you must forget
all your dreams"
His face expressed no understand
ing of what she said. She hesitated
u moment, and then began to walk
slowly up and down before him. His