The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-07
SUMMER CLOTHES
ESPECIAL" AL WEEK.

them go, Timothy. No human power can
aid us now
"holy Virgin, no; not till the lake is
passed" Timothy cries. "The steppes are
just beyond; once there, we are saved"
Like bolt OF lightning the horses fly
down the slope to the lake. Seeing some
thing like sink before him Faust with
lifted head and wide open eyes. recognizes
the dagger confronting them, for he kno VS.
like human what bis end will be If his
maddened comrades drag him over the
brink OF that treacherous spot. He braces
himself stiftiy, digs his feet deep in the
snow and throws himself to one side, thrust
ing the right horse with him and forcing
him to keep in the road edging the water.
But the left horse slips, scrambles and
falls. Now Faust rears, forcing with him
the right horse to his launches. Timothy,
trusting to ths instincts of the old horse,
holds fast with one hand, stretches forward
across the shaft and cuts with one stroke
the fallen hOrses traces With a neigh oil
agony he instantly disappears under a
swarm OF snRrling devils
The sleigh flies on the lake and wood are
passed ana the broad b ghway of the steppes
is before them. The hunters are silent aud
speak not word; a light CLEANS in the dis
tance and Timothy turns the steamiug
horses toward it. 1t is the post station in
the midst of the steppes. They enter the
court yard like charging hurricane.
Faust for a moment breathes heavily and
loud, staggers blindly, whinnies low and
shudde ingly falls--never to rise again. He
had broken a blood vessel in the effort he
made to keep the sleigh straight when The
side-horse fell and though bleeding in
wardly all the while, the strength and
courage Of bis race upheld him to he last.
Timothy, with bowed head and wet eyes,
makes no attempt to hide his sorrow. The
prince stands like man Of stone. gazing
dumbly at his horse, already stiffening, his
legs stretching out, mis- mouth and nostrils
red with blood. Nine. Novar, too, for
moment is speechess, then throws back her
head with a gesture OF imperious defiance.
at was not to be this time," she MUIR
mers softly. 1--WE are saved-saved, Serge,
my friend, though all depended upon
horse. "
And moved, touched, IN spite of herself,
she turned and impulsively reached her
hand TO her lover. But he stands like stone;
he does not notice her hand, and his voice is
ice itself as he mechanically repeats after
her: "As you say. madame-all depended
upon horse"
How strangely you speak, Serge. It
was Marta-did you know that, Serge
Marta you called me during-during our
peril, )" she adds with a silyery laugh.
For the first and last time. madame"
Ll6 uoubeuhHb FoLuTusi kIhNoiys rhuSt
has broken that which bound me to my
dearest desire. True courage is always ad-
mirable [ would see any woman brave
peril coolly and would commend the effort;
in like proportion would despise her did
her caprice endanger the life even of dog.
How, then, judge one whose willful fancy
exposes human lives to the cruelest danger
Men are not allowed, as you know, TO draw
back from a daring, even foolhardy IN
dertaking-a silly bondage imposed upon
us by self-esteem. Therefore, a woman
who abuses her privileges, who presumes
upon this sentiment and knowledge, is
aslther more Aor less than a murderess-a
murderess with generalization; and a
woman, be her station what 1t may, with
out tenderness, is, in my opinion, mon
sber.
"For that reason madame, permit me to
congratulate you on the happy outcome Of
your within and to bid you-farswell."