The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-06-23
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Q.AADlAa. AR0MAK sNcER'as:
in a voice that murmured softly and
sadly.
She started a little at what she had
done. and drew back. hall afraid, like
an innocent girl. But rs though he
had obeyed her words. he seemed to
sleep more deeply still. He must be
very tired. she thought. to sleep like
that. but she wal thankful that the
soft kiss-the first and last-had not
walked him.
.tSleep on" she said again. in q
whisper scarcely audible TO herself.
''Forget Unorna II you cannot think
OF her mercifully and kindly. Sleep
on-you have the right to rest, and l
can never rest again. You would for
get. 1t would not matter then to you.
for you would have only dreamed, and
] should have the certainty-forever,
to take with me always!"
As though the words carried a
meaning with them 10 his sleeping
senses. u look Of supreme and almost
heavenly happiness stole over his
sleeping face. But Unorna could not
see it. She had turned suddenly
away. burying her face in her hands
upon the back Of her own chair.
Are there no miracles left in
heavenp" she moaned, half whisper
ing lest she should wake him. .tIs
there 40 miracle of deeds undone
again and Of forgiveness given-for
mep God! God! That we should be
forever what we make ourselvesr"
There were no tears in her eyes
now: as there had been twice that
night. In her despair that fountain
OF relief-shallow always, and not apt
to over1ow-was dried up and scorched
with pain. And. for the time at least,
worse things were gone from her,
though she suffered more. As though
some portion Of her passionate wish
had been fulfilled. she felt that she
could neve do again what she had
done, and felt that she was truthful
now as he was. and that she knew evil
from good even as Beatrice knew it.
The horror OF her sins took new
growth in her changed vision.
WAS I lost from the first begin
ning?" she asked, passionately. WAS
/ born to be all l am, and f~oredestined
to do all I have done? Was she born
an angel. and l a devil from hell?
What is 1t alp What is this life, and
what is that other beyond itPn
Behind her, in his chair, the Wan
derer still slept Still his face wore
the radiant look of joy that had SO
suddenly come into it as she turned
away. He scarcely breathed, so
calmly he slept. But Unorna did not
raise her head nor look at him, and
on the carpet near her feet Israel
Kafka lay as still and as deeply I'M
conscious as the Wanderer himself.
By a strange destiny she sat there.
between the two men in whom her
whole life had been wrecked
and she alone was waking.
Tho dawn came stealing on, not
soft and b~lushing as in southern lands,
but cold, resistless and grim as an
cient fate; not the maiden herald of
the sun with rose-tipped fingers and
gray, liquid eyes, but hard, cruel,
%sullen, a less darkness, following upon
a greater and going before a dull,
sunless and heavy day.
The door opened somewhat noisily,
and a brisk step fell upon the marble
pavement. Unorna rose noiselessly
to her feet, and Fastening along the
open space came face to face with
Keyork Arabian. He stopped and
looked up at her from beneath his
heavy brows with surprise and sus-
picion. She raised one finger to her
lips.
.sYou here already" he asked,
obeying her gesture and speaking in
a low voice.
Hush! hushr' she whispered, not
satisfied. They are asleep. You
will wake them"
Keyork came forward. He could
move quietly enough when ne chose.
He glanced at the Wanderer.
HE looks comfortable enough"
he whispered, half CONTEMPORARY.
Then he bent down over Israel KAT
ka, and carefully examined his face.
To him the CHASTITY pallor meant moth
ing. 1t was but the natural result
of excessive exhaustion.
PUT him into a lethargy," said he.
under his breath, but with authority
in his manner.
Unorna shook her head. Keyork's
small eyes frightened angrily.
do il" he said What is this
caprice? Are you mad? 1 want to
take his temperature without waking
him" !.
Unorna folded her arms.
s.Do you want him to suffer morep'
asked Keyork, with a diabolical smile.
IF SO l will wake him by all means;
l am always at your service; you
know"
.'Will he suffer if he wakes natu-
rallyP"
..Horribly-in the head"
Unorna knelt down and let her hand
rest a few seconds on Kafka's brow.
The features, drawn with pain, imme-
diately relaxed.
.sYou have hypnotized the one,n
grumbled Keyork. as he bent down
again. Il cannot imagine Why you
should object to doing the same for