The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-06-30
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cit can be but untrue" said Best
rice, still hesitating IL can but go.
What OF him?" she asked, suddenly.
III he were living-would you take
me to him? Could your
She turned very pale, and her eyes
stared madly at Unorna.
If he were dead" Unorna an
swered, Il should not be here"
Something in her tone and look
moved Beatrice's heart, at last.
Il will go with you.'' she said,
and If find him-and if all is we'll
with him-then God in heaven repay
you. for you have been drawer than
the bravest l ever knew
Can love save Il soul as well as
lose itp" Unorna asked.
Then they went away together.
They were scarcely out OF sight Of
tie convent gate, when another car
rage drove up. Almost before it had
stopped the door opened and Keyork
Arabian's short, heavy form emerged
and descended hastily TO the pavement.
He rang the bell ~furiously, and the
old FORTRESS set the gate ajar and
looked out cautiously. fearing that the
noisy peal meant trouble or disturb
ance.
The lady. Beatrice Varanger-I
must see her instantly!' cried the
little man in terrible excitement.
''She has gone out" the FORTRESS
replied.
'Gone out? Where? Alone?:"
With a lady who was here last
night-the lady with unlike eyes,"
"WhereP Where? Where have
they goneP' asked Keyork, hardly
able to find breath.
THE lady babe the coachman drive
her home-but where she lives"
Home? To Unorna's home? 1t
is not true! l see it in your eyes
witch! Hag! Let me in. Let me
in, 1 say! May vampires get your
body and the Three Black Angels cast
lots upon your SOUL"
In the storm OF curses hat followed
the convent door was shut violently in
his face. Within, the FORTRESS stood
shaking with fear, crossing herself
again and again, and verify believing
that the devil himself had tried to
force an entrance into the sacred
place.
In fearful anger Keyork drew back.
He hesitated one moment and then re-
gained his carriage.
TO U%norna's house," he shouted,
as he shut the door with a crash.
This is my house, and he is here"
Unorna said, as Beatrice passed %-
fore her. under the deep arch of the
entrance.
Then she led the way up to the
broad staircase, and through the
small outer hall to the door Of the
great conservatory.
You will find him thee" she
said. go on alone"
But Beatrice took her ham to draw
her in.
Must l see it all?" Unorra asked
hopelessly.
Then from among the plants and
trees a great white-robed figure came
out and stood between then. Join
ing their hands, he gently pushed
them forward to the middle of the
hall, where the Wanderer stood alone.
ut is done!" Unorna cried. as her
heart broke.
She saw the scene she had acted 80
short a time before. She heard the
passionate cry, the rain of kisses, the
tempest of tears. The expiration was
complete. Not a sight. not u sound
was spared her. The strong arms of
the ancient sleeper held her upright
on her feet. She could not fall, she
could not close her eyes, she could
not stop her ears, no mercifut stupor
overcame her.
as it so bitter to do right?' the old
mar asked, bending low and speaking
softly.
s'It is the bitterness of death" she
said.
1T is we'll DONE" he answered.
Then came a noise OF hurried steps
and a loud, deep voice, calling:
"Unorna! Unorna.'
Keyork Arabian was there. He
glanced at Beatrice and the Wanderer,
locked in each others arms, then
turned to Unorna and looked into her
face.
at has killed her. he said. ''Who
did it?:'
His low spoken words echoad like
angry thunder.
Give her to me-" he said again.
''She is mine-body and soal."
But the great strong arma we're
around her, and would not let her
go.
Save me-" She cried, in failing
tones. Save ne from him"
You have saved yourself" said the
solemn voice Of the Old man.
.'Saved?:' Keyork laughed. "From
me-" He laid his hand upon her arm.
Then his face changed again, and the
laughter died dismally away, and he
hung back.
Can you forgive her?:n asked the
other voice. The Wanderer stood
close to them now, drawing Beatrice