San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-12-19

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as in the flash of a second, and with
them was gone also something less
easily replaced, or, at least, more GER
tainly missed. In Kafka's mind the
passage of time was accounted for in
a way which would have seemed su-
pernatural twenty years ago, but
which at the present day is under
stood in practice, if not in theory.
For thirty days he had been stationary
in one place, almost motionless, an
instrument in Keyork's skififul Hands,
a mere reservoir of vitality upon
which the sage had ruthlessly drawn
to the fullest extent of its capacities.
He had been fed and tended in his I'M
consciousness, he had, unknown to
himself, opened bis eyes at regular
intervals, and had absorbed through
his ears a series of vivid impressions
destined to disarm his suspicious
when he was at last allowed to wake
and move about the world again.
With unfailtng forethought Keyork
had, planned the details Of whole
series of artificial "reminiscences, and
at the moment when Kafka came to
himself in the carriage the machinery
OF memory began to work as Ke-
york had intended that it should.
Israel kafka leaned back against the
cushions and reviewed his life during
the past month. He remembered very
we'll the afternoon when, after
stormy interview with Unorna, he had
been persuaded by Keyork to accom-
pany the latter upon rapid south
ward journey. He remembered how
he had hastily packed together few
necessaries for the expedition, while
keyork stood at his elbow advising
him what to take and what to leave,
with the sound good sense of an eX-
perienced traveller, and he could al
most repeat the words of the message
he had scrawled on a sheet of paper
at the last minute to explain his sud
den absence from his lodging-for the
people of the house had all been away
when he was packing his belongings.
Then the hurry of the departure re-
called itself to him, the crowds Of peo-
pie at the Franz Josef station, the
sense OF rest in finding himself alone
with Keyork in a compartment of the
express train; after that he had slept
during most of the journey, waking to
find himself in a city of the snow
driven Tyrol.
But Keyork and Unorna understood
their art and knew how much more
easy it is to produce fiction OF con-
tinuity where an element of confusion
is introduced by the multitude and
variety of the quickly succeeding i'm
preSSions. >
Very skillfully had the whole story
been put togethee. in all its minutest
details, carefully thought out and
written down in the form of a journal
before it had been impressed upon
his sleeping mind with all the tyrannio
force of Unorna's strong will. And
there was but little probability that
Israel Kafka would ever learn what
had actually been happening to him,
while he fancied that he had been
travelling swiftly from place to place.
He could still wontfes, indeed, that he |
should have yielded so easily to Key
ork's pressing invitation to accompany
The latter upon such an extraordinary
fight, but he rememberedThen his last I
with Unorna, and it seemed |
almost natural that in his despair he
should have chosen to 60 away. Not
hat his passion for the woman was
lead. Intentionally, or by an over
sight, Unorna had not touched upon
he question of his love for her, in the
course of her otherwise well-considered
The carriage stood before the door
# Kafka's dwelling. Keyork got out
With him and stood upon the pave
nent while the porter took the slender