Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-03-08

ed one hand upon the slab, and faced her
As when many different forces act together
at one point, producing after the first shock
resultant little expected, so the many pas
sions that were at work in his face hnally
twisted his lips into smile.
"Yes," he said, in low tone, which did
not express submission. Leave me
to herl Leave ME to the Witch
and to her mercy. 1t will be the end
this time. She is drunk with her love oi
you and mad with her Hatred OF me-"
Unorna grew suddenly pale, and would
have again sprung forward. But the Wan
derer stopped her and held her arm. AT the
same time he looked into Kafka's eyes and
raised one hand as though in warning.
"Be silentr' he exclaimed.
And if speak, what then?" asked the
Moravian with his evil smile.
II will silence you," answered the Wan
derer, coldly. Your madness excuses you,
perhaps, but it does not Justify me in allow
Ing you to insult woman." .-.
kafka's anger took d new direction. Even
madmen are often calmed by the quiet oppo-
sition of strong and selfpossessed man.
And kafka was not mad. He was no cow
ard, either, but the subtletv of his race was
in him. AS oil dropped by the board in r
wild tempest does not calm the waves, but
momentarily prevents their angry crests
from breaking, so the lsraelite's quick tact
veiled the rough face OF his dangerous
humor.
II Insult no one," he said, almost deferen-
italy. Least of all her whom / have wor-
SHIPPED long and lost at last. You accuse ME
uDiustly of that, and though my speech may
have been somewhat rude, yet may be for
given for the sake ofwhat l have suffered.
For 1 have suffered much.''
L., &al.;
eous tone, the Wandcrer folded his arms and
left Unorna tree to move, awaiting her COM
mands, or the further development of events.
He saw in her face that her anger was not
subsiding, and he wondered less at it after
bearing Kafka's insulting speech. 1t was 4
pity, he thought, that any one should take
SO seriously maniac's words, but he was
nevertheless resolved that they should not
be repeated. After all, it would be an easy
matter, it the man again orerstepped the
bounds of gesstle speech to take him bodily
away from Unorna's presence.
And are YOU going 20 charm our ears
with the story OF your sutferings?" Unorna
asked, in tone SO cruel that the Wanderer
expected quick outburst. of anger from
Kafka, in reply. But he was disappointed
in this. The smile still fingered on the
Moravian's face, when he answered, and his
expressive voice, no longer choking with
passion, grew very soft and musical.
1T is not mine to charm" he said. sit
is not given to me to make slaves of all Iiy-
ing things with hand and eve and word
Such power nature does not give to all, she
has given none to me- i have no spell to
win Unorna's love-and if l had, l cannot
say that would take love thus earned"
He paused a moment and Unorna grew
paler. She started, but then did hot move
again. His words mad power to wound her,
but she trembled lest the Wanderer should
understand their hidden meaning, and she
was silent. biding her time and curbng her
passion.
No" continued Katka, 81 was not thus
favored in my nativity. The star of love
was not in the ascendant, the lord of magic
charms was not trem bling upon nv horizon,
the sun of earthly happiness was not en-
throned in my mid-heaven. How could it
be? She had it all. this Unorna here, and
nature, generous in one mad moment, Law
ished upon her all there was to give. For
she has all, and we have nothing, as have
learned and you will learn before you die"
He looked at the Wanderer as he spoke.
His hollow eyes seemed calm enough and in
his detected attitude and su bdued tone there
was nothing that gave warning of q coming
storm. The Wanderer listened, half inter- |
,sted and yet half annoyed by his. persist
ence. Unorna herself was silent still.
To be continued nert geek