The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-07-07

softly up and down the room. In the
! morning she was afraid Of herself, some
thing within her heart scared ner so.
The love passage thus began, and
| Otilia, in winning him, had lost herself.
| All, his god-like form, his foreign
strength, his whiteness! she loved him.
! The same old difference between so
! many loves characterized these The
mans vast schemes were mightier than
! MS love. The womans love was might
Ter than all else.
At the edge of the town was a de-
serted alameda full of mango trees. Here
! were aged stone benches seldom used
Here the shade was like dusk at noon,
like midnight at dusk. Here they met,
evening after evening, she falling pant
| ing into his arms, he gazing at her
scarcely seen face with hungry eyes.
You are lncarnate TRUTH he said
Blood flew to her face; her brain
seemed drowned. yeti was false"
What bad jest is this?"
| She lay trembling. Somehow a fear
entered him.
Speak, he cried almost letting her
from him.
I'll plotted against you"
'How-it is a lie!'
"Oh, my souls soul! I set about to
win you, instigated by my brother that
I might learn your plan of revolution.
o'iu SOltduCA yOO anu UIlHS you 10 uGaIl.
Crush me If you must-thus have I lost
myself-thus have you overthrown mel"
He let her fall on the old stone bench.
The shade OF the mango trees was deep
He stood a little way off, tall and still,
and looked at her. Just here the revul-
sion came; for gold had made him in
sane with dreams. His love was second
to his plot. Distrust sank deep in him.
He felt himself betrayed Cold drops
were on his forehead. He had walked
as in q deep gold mist He gazed on
this girl. She was incarnate treason; his
love for her was turned to fear
Wounded, ignoble, but grand with rage,
he turned, and she was left alone. After
that he smiled at her no more, nor loU-
at her. He dared not flee; InhL were
confession and meant death. He dared
not prolong delay.
Sne- had CROPPED her way home from
the mango grove. Though she was sweet
and leisurely and shrewd, she had In her
that fuel which, touched with fire, burns
on TO vengeance. But she was sad: and
IL seemed some second self mercilesslv
GROVE her on to the revenge which her
better nature did not want She went
and grew thin in three days miraculous
ly. Sometimes she joked with herself
even yet, in manner CHASTITY Hang
MIN by his sweet, soft beard muir
INJURED she in bad night-dreams; and sbo
saw MS head, in visions, hung thus, hor
rib1e.
The first night of their estrangement
the rat, pulque-drinking chief found let
ters at the home of one of his suhor1i-
mates. They tncriminated the subordi-
nate who was arrested and put in the
little adobe Jail across the plaza. The
cnlet strove in vain to find one word OF
those epistles which might give ground
Tor the arrest Of Stirge. But the Amer
lcan tracks were yet covered. The chief
shed maudlln tears of exaspera ton.
The third night Otilia came knocking Of
his door at 10 o'clock. She was admitted:
the chief sitting i'll a gown on his bed 8
edge.
This subordinate. the arrested one"
SAID she, steady-voiced, when Is he to
be shot?"
at sunrise. I am writing the order
Tor the soldiers who will arrive tonight
Oh, you failure'
Come, keep these ratings for another
Give me the order, but leave the name a
blank" ''t-tl-0 q"
Her manner was cold, stern, and she
was pale and sick.
"Why7" he growled
She put one hand on the footooarl ana
leaned close to him. q may do that
which your secret soul longs for" wis
| pered she. DO I not know that it is his
| gold that you want? Think! They say it
is stacked to the roof"
But l should be callel to account FIR
a baseless execution, you fool!'
II have a fading ink I write the
name and show it to the captain. lie
executes the order. The ink fades. You
substitute the rightful name, AMI on TIE
! captain lies the blame"
He fell back in bed with a choking
noise.
Its on the table, he said, weakly
She brought him the blank. He filed 1t
| out-all> save the name She left him
staring stupidity at her, and presently
| heard him call for three more quarts Of
! pulque.
Otiia was not so villainous as she
| seemed. She was tottering. She had
scarce an idea that she SHOULD execute 50
dreadful a plan. 1t was the warning
| between those two differing selves of he
that drove her on to max, these prepara-
! lions. In these ugly hours, too, was the
playfulness yet alive in her She thought
| that to threaten him, in play, with this
ghastly thing would be sweet mischief 9
way to win him back. If he would but
smile at her once nlorel And deep in her
the other self said: "Killv'
| She could not rest. She wrapped her
! self in her black rebozo and went out.
| She walked by the jail and paused and
scanned it, The plaza was dark and the
| palms rustled. She went down a street
| and sadly walked to and fro before the
| Americans house, recallins the day he
kissed her as the dusk came. At times
hate raved In her. Memory drew her
at length to the alameda, and beyond It.
Under these trees had she rested in his
arms. Beyond, where the fields were
rocky-yonder in that lonely spot beside
the gorge-was the tall iron post to which
criminals were chained to be shot. Out
| Of the mango-grove, out OF the days of
love, she might lead him here to this