Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-08-22

friends, You know; it VIII be pIons and
kind Of you 10 Join their names in one
petition addressed 10 Him from whom
no secrets are hid and who reads with
unerring eyes the purity OF your inten-
tions. viii you do it?"
She smiled, forced, faint smile.
II certainly WILL" she replied In low
voice; ~ promise you"
released her hands, was satisfied.
II she dared TO pray thus felt, knew
that she would draw down upon her soul
the redoubled wrath OF heaven; for /
looked beyond the grave. The mere
death OF her body would be but slight
satisfaction to me; II was the utter de-
struction OF her wicked soul that
1 sought. She should never
repent, swore; she should
never have the chance OF cast
ing of her vileness as serpent casts Its
skin, and, reclothing herself In limo
cence, presume to ask admittancc into
that Eternal Gloryland whittier my little
child had gone-nevcr, neverl No
church should save her, no priest should
absolve her--not while lived!
She watched me as fastened my coat,
and began to draw on my gloves.
"Are you going now?" she asked
somewhat timidly.
eyes. ] am going now, cara mia," /
said, why; what makes you look so
pale?"
For she had suddenly turned very
white.
''Let me see your hand again." she de-
manded with feverlsh eagerness, ''the
hand on which placed the ringp'
Smil,nglY and with readiness I took
of the glove had just put on.
"What odd fancy possesses you now,
little one?" asked with an air Of play
fulness.
She made no answer, but took my hand
and examined It closely and curiously.
Then she looked up, her lips twitched
nervously, and she laughed little hard
laugh.
"Your hand" she murneyed incoher-
emily, with-that-signit-ec it's ex-
actly like-like Fabio's"
And before had time to say word
she went of into violent at Of Mysteries
-sobs, little cries, and laughter all In.
In that wild and reasonless
that generally unnerves the
strongest man who is not accus.
toned to it. rang the bell
to summon assistance; lay-sister
answered 1t, and seeing Nina's condi-
ton, rushed for glass Of water and
Madame 10 Vicaire. This
latter entering with her quiet step and
inflexible demeanor, took In the sttua-
at q glance, dismissed the lay-sister, and
herself OF the tumbler of
water, sprlnkled the forehead OF the in
teresting patient, and forced some
drops between her clenched teeth.
Then turning 10 me she inquired with
some stateliness Of manner, what had
caused the attack.
~ really cannot tell you, madame"
said with an air OF affected concern anu
yexation. 81 certainly told tho Countess
of the unexpected death Of friend, but
she bore that news with exemplary
resignation. The circumstance that ap-
pears to have so greatly distressed her
is that she finds, or saws she finds, re-
semblance between my hand and the
hand of her deceased husband. This
seems to me absurd, but there Is no ac-
counting for ladies' caprices."
And l shrugged my shoulders as
though were annoyed and inpatient
over the pale. serious face OF the nun
there fitted smile IN which there was
certainly the ghost OF sarcasm.
CAL sensitiveness and tenderness OF
heart, You see!" she said in her chill,
passionless tones, which, Icy us they
were, somewhat conveyed to my ear an
other meaning than that implied by the
words she uttered. I'VE cannot per-
hans understand the extreme delicacy OF
her feelings, and we fail to do justice to
them"
Here Nina opened her eyes, and
looked at us with piteous plaintiveness'
while her bosom heaved with those long,
deep signs which are the finishing chords
of the Sonata Hysteria. ;,
'sYou are better, trust?" continued
the nun, without any sympathy In
her monotonous accents, and addressing
her with some reserve. "fou have
greatly alarmed the Count DIVA.
81 am sorry-"began Nina feebly.
fastened to her side.
'Pray do not speak OF IT," urged,
forcing something like lovers. ardour
into my voice. III regret beyond meas
ure that It Is my misfortune to have
hands like those OF your late husband!
assure you ON quite miserable about
II. Can you forgive me?"
She was recovering quickly, and she
was evidently conscious that she had be-
haved somewhat foolishly. She smiled,
weak pale smile; but she looked very
scared, worn and III. She rose from her
chair slowly and languidly.
~ think will 60 to my room," she
said, not regarding Mere Marguerite,
who had withdrawn to little distance,
and who stood rigldly erect, immovably
featured, with her silver crucihx glitter
ing coldly on her still breast.
sGood-bye, Cesarel Please forget my
stupidity, and write TO me from Avei-
limo"
/ took her outstretched hand. and
bowling over 1t, touched 1t gently with
nv lips She turned towards the door,
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