The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-06-30
..You have dreamed what will very

was already at the door. The ancient
sleeper laid one hand upon her head.
You will do it now,'' he said.
81 will do ito the end" she an
swered. Thank God that / have
made you live to tell me how"
So she went out, alone, to undo what
she had done so evilly well.
The old man turned and vent to-
ward the Wanderer, who stood still in
the middle of the hall, confused, not
knowing whether he had dreamed or
was really mad.
What man are you?' he asked, as
the white-robed figure approached.
IA man, as you are. for ! vas once
young-not as you are, for | am very
old, and yet like you, for l am young
again"
''You speak in riddles. What are
you doing here. and where have you
sent Unornap"
.'When / was olo, in that long time
between. she took me in, and l have
slept beneath her roof these many
years. She told me all her story, and
all yours, waking me from my sleep.
end asking me what she should do.
And she is gone to do that thing of
which / told her. Wait and you will
see. She loved you well.'
"And you would help her to get my
love, as she has tried to get it before?"
the Wanderer asked. with rising
anger. What am l to you, or you
to me, that you would meddle in my
life?"
you to me? Nothing. a man."
therefore an enemy-and you
would help Unorna-let me go! This
house is cursed. l will not stay in
it." The hoary giant took his arm,
and the Wanderer stared at the weight
and strength of the touch.
You shall bless this house before
you leave it. In this place. here
where you stand. you shall find the
happiness you !" " .ought through
all the years.
..In Unorna q" ~als question was
asked scornfully.
"By Unorna."
Il do not believe you. lou are
mad, as 1 am. Would you play the
prophet"
The door opened in the distance, and
from behind the screen OF plants Key
ork Arabian came forward into the
hall, his small eyes bright his ivory
face set and expressionless. Ri: long
beard waving in the swing Of ais walk.
The Wanderer saw hi1 1T an; called
to him:
'Keyork-come said.
''Who is this man:
For a moment xsyt. seemed
speeches. with linz ent. But it
was anger that choked his words.
Then he came on quickly.
Who walked himY' he cried in
fury. What is this?:" Why is he
here?"
..Unorna walked me-; answered
the ancient sleeper, very calmly.
''Unorna? Again? The curse of
the Three Black Angels on her! Mad
again! Sleep go back! 1t is not ready
yet, and you will die, and I shall lose
it all-all-all! Oh, she shall pay
this with her soul in hell!'
He threw himself upon the giant,
in an insane frenzy, clasping his arms
around the huge limbs. and trying to
force him backward.
go! go!" he cried frantically. 1T
may not be too late! You may yet
sleep and live! Oh, my experiment,
my great experiment.! All lost"
''What is this madness?' asked the
Wanderer. You cannot carry him,
and he will not 60. Let him alone"
"Madness" yelled Keyork, turning
on him. You are the mailman, you
the fool. who cannot understand!
Help me to move im-you are young
and strong-together we IA take
him back-he may yet sleep, and live
he must and shall! l say it! Lay
your hands on him! You will not
help me? Then I will curse you till
you die"
'Poor Keyorkr" exclaimed the
Wanderer, Multiplying him. ''Your
big thoughts have cracked your little
brain at last"
Poor Keyork? You call ME poor
Keyork? You boy! You puppet!
You ball, that we have banded to and
fro, half sleeping, half awake! It
drives me mad to see you standing
there, scofing instead of helping mel"
You are>past my help, l fear"
will you not move9 Are you dead
already, standing on your feet and
staring at me?"
Again Keyork threw himself upon
the huge old man, and stamped and
struggled and tried to move him back
ward. He might as well have spent
his strength against a rock. Breath
less, but furious still, he desisted at
last, too much beside himself to see
that he whose sudden death he feared
was stronger than he, because the
great experiment had succeeded far
beyond all hope.
''Unorna has done this!" he cried,
beating his forehead in impotent rage.
'Unorna has ruined me, and all, and
everything; so she has paid me for
my help! Trust a woman when she
loves? Trust angels to curse God, OF
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