The Delawarean., 1900-08-25
who had come in answer to her pray.


1t was midnight, 10 hours since Eva
had charmed away the shadow of
death from the village home, and she
was holding great assembly hushed
and spellbound, while her voice, no
longer softened and subdued, rang
with all its glorious power through the
large opera hall which she had lately
| added to her castle.
1t was the moment of her crowning
triumph, the moment when Desdemo-
ma, realizing to the full her danger and
the intieXible purpose of Othello, trans
formed by jealousy into a murderer,
ceases to plead for her life and instead
proudly and passionately declares her
! innocence.
Count Deyas. the Italian singer who
had already won universal applause
for his wonderful rendering of Othello,
faced her, the madness of rage that
was consuming him portrayed vividiy
in every feature of his face, in every
movement of his tense, nervous fingers.
There was silence, intense, dead ST.
hence, for an instant as Eva's last note
died away, and then, as she covered
her rec sssss with her hands, the count,
| With one swift step, was at her side,
4 pressing with ruthless hands the cush-
ion on her upturned face, and the cur
tain began slowly to descend on the
death scene.
An electric thrill ran through the au-
dience, the horror and despair of the
tragedy before them seemed suddenly
real and tangible, the scream, stran-
gled in its birth, that came from the
beautiful singer seemed an appeal to
them for help, and then an amazing
thing occurred.
In the excitement of the scene no one
had noticed the sudden arrival in the
hall of DR.. Harrowden, who, pale and
breathless, stood watching the descent
of the curtain, until, apparently over
| powered by impulse, he ran up the hall,
ieaped up to the stage and, springing
across the footlights, threw himself
upon the count
In the desperate struggle that ensued,
momentary as it was, before the para
iyZed onlookerS rushed to separate the
eombatants, no one noticed that Eva
herself had not moved and lay still
under the cushions.
There was the flash of a knife, an
exclamation from DR. Harrowden, and
then, as he dropped, stabbed in the
shoulder, dozen hands were on the
count, and, though he fought with the
limitlesS strength of a madman, he
was oyerpowercd at last by numbers
and carried off the stage, bound and
helpless.
DIR. Harrowden, whose faintneSS was
only temporary, had risen already and,
disregarding the help offered him, hur-
ried to the couch and raised the
cushions.
Eva lay there insensible, with the
marks on her white neck where the
counts fingers had gone near to suffo-
eating her.
DIR. Harrowden bent and laid his ear
to her lips and heart.
s'She is not dead" he said briefly
"Carry her to her room. will attend
to her."
Wondering exclamations broke out
on all sides. What had happened? Had
the count really attempted Eva's life?
How had the doctor been aware of her
danger? and thousand other ques-
tions and surmises. Later, when Eva
very weak and ill, had recovered con-
sciousness, she told the story of the
counts strange, wild love for her, an
infatuation which had seized him when
they first met in the opera house at
Milan, of her inability to shake off the
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in spite of her dread and dislike of him.
Of his appearance at the castle when
she was arranging the cast of "Othel-
lo' and imperious demand to be al
lowed to remain there and to play the
title role.
"How can ever thank you enough?
she said to DR.. Harrowden when after
many days of suffering from the
counts stiletto wound, he came, at
her request to see her "It was a mira
Gle that you should have saved me as
you did. A moment longer, and it
would have been too late. How did
you guess that his acting was reality"
"The thanks are due really to your
self" he said gently. "Your kindness
in singing to that poor little child was
the cause of your preservation. I went
to see her that evening and found her
just awakened from a strange dream
of you, which had left the impression
on her mind that you were in danger.
The beautiful lady with the angels
! voice. she called you. She would not
be comforted until promised to go up
to =, e castle and assure myself that no
harm threatened you. Her persistence
gave me touch of anxiety, and it
came to me with sort of intuition as
watched the count that he was mad.
felt sure he meant mischief. 1t seems
} almost as if the child had second sight;
but these condolences do occur some
times"
"And STILL" said Eva, ''it is to you l
owe my life. You risked yours for
mine. Oh, tell me how to thank your
II dare ask nothing" he said, ''since