The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-16

that his hand was stained with the blood Of
muroer-for murder it was, although TO MN
II was righteous retribution-and that plood
the life Of Angela's father.
he rose and went downstairs and into the
library, and seated himself at the old-fash-
Toned piano that stood, slim and tall and req
Substituted, opposite the doorway. Above It
hung Venetian mirror oval in shape, and
framed in tlme-darkened leathern and gilt
frame. After he had been playing some
pieces in which vein of persistent sadness
ran, like somber thread through the silvery
notes, the door opened, and Angela Widhay
came in
She was dressed in a gown CT misty white
lace over white satin, and she seemed to HOat
through the air like a young angel, so light
was her fcotstep and so happy her heart.
The count saw her reflection in the mirror,
out dld not stop playing for a minute or tWo'
and Angela, With whom music was a passion,
sat down quietly, and leaned her head against
the back Of tall, oaken chair, her eyes gaz-
ing dreamily out of the lancet window, in the
wall opposite her.
With a few sad minor chords he finished,
and, closing the piano softly, rose and went
towards her, his soul afame with love ana
passion.
angela, Angela" he said, tenderly, hold
ing out his arms with pathetic gesture Of
intense appeal; 81 love-I love you! God has
sent you to me- my little darling, my beauti-
full angel. Angela! God has sent you to me.
[ thank him!"
She rose quickly startled look in her eyes,
but he was too much enraptured to be con-
cerned.
II love you" he went on, in his ecstatic,
beautiful voice, with the culver of joy in it.
Tell me again, you did before, that you
love me-that the i'll, old dream is past for
ever. Oh, God, how happy 1 am! I thank
Thee!"
Angela put out both her hands in suppl
cation.
'I-oh, Count Soski, it distresses me be-
ycnd measure!'' she said. tt never
thought Of this"
Part Of his illusion passed away from the
unhappy man, and he fell back few steps.
DO not tell me you cannot-yOu do not
love me!' he said.
His voice had grown harsh with pain, and
his whole frame was luivering with excite
ment.
Lucia, Lucia." he walled, calling the girl
by her dead mothers name "Oh, my dar-
ling! After all these years of pain!" and he
took her in his arms and kissed her face
passionately and tenderly, with the pent-up,
tender passion of long years.
She struggled little, and he released her
instantly.
you are cruel-cruel to me-" he said, in
sad tone.
81 do not love you, Count Solski."
"You must love me! You are mine by the
right of waiting-the past sent you to me!''
Angela was dreadfully distressed. s
Il cannot love someone else she muir
INJURED, Wringing her hands
You love someone elsen' gloonily. 6. You
shall not marry him! Nothing shall take
you from me TINS time, ne SAID, between his
clenched teeth clasping her hands in his.
L thought heard the piano when I was
in my room,' said Templeton, coming in;
my room is over the library. you know, SO
I dressed quickly, and came down. I must
say like these morceaux you play, count
Who is the publisher"
'"They are not published
81 wish you'd jot the notes down for me
then, say; will you? They're so expressive.
don't you know-disappointed passion, re-
rllnciatiOn all that kind of thing Won know
really full of emotion. Play that last one
again, will you. Never mind dinner" as the
bell rang 81 don't care much for soup my
self this hot weather"
81 think we had better CO." said the count,
sombrey opening the door for Angela to pass
out.
Templeton had made a third at two pro-
posals that day. If he was unwelcome at the
first his presence at the second was more
than welcome to Angela