The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1901-09-18

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You hlpe his fdcep' she nlIttered
What are yoN to ttn1?''
i ficulty. ran in Its brief phrases that the
slow muttering of the old shoemaker
drew out in tedious length.
4 Cigarette heard. She never made q
movement or gave a sound, but all
! the blood fed out of her brilliant face.
4 leaving it horribly blanched beneath
! its brown sun scorch, and her eyes.
distended, senseless. sightless. were
/ fastened on the old mans slowly NOV
ing mouth.
4.ShotT she said yacantly. sShot!!'#
/ Her vengeance had come without hel
once lifting her hand to summon it.
THE blow was struck for her" she
/ muttered 1T was that night. you
hear-that night?'
What night? Thou lookest so
4 strangely. Dost thou love this doomed
soldier?"
Cigarette laughed laugh whose
echo thrilled horribly Through the
4 lonely Moresco courtway.
Love! Love! | hated him, look
| you! So said. And longed for my
vengeance. 1t is Gomez
Then she crushed the letter in one
hand and few, feet as any antelope,
! through the streets of the Moorish
| quarter and across the city to the
j quay.
The people ever gave way before
her, but now they scattered like fright
1 ened sheep from her path. There was
I something that terrified them in that
bloodless horror set upon her face and
/ in that fury of resistless speed with
4 which she rushed upon her way.
]. Once only in her headlong career
/ through the throngs she paused. 1t
4 was as one face, on which the strong
light of the noontide poured. came be
fore her. The senseless look changed
in her eyes. She wheeled out Of her
route and stopped.
You have his facet" she muttered.
What are you to him ~
ITO whom?''
60 the man who calls himself Louis
Victor, a chasSeur of my army %
Her eyes were fastened entirely upon
j him, keen. ruthless. fierce, in this mo-
ment, as a hawks. He grew pale and
murmured an incoherent denial He
4 sought to shake her off, first gently,
then more rudely. He called her mad
! and tried to fling her from him, but the
/ 1.-THE fingers only wound themselves
closer on his arm.
BE still, fool!, she muttered. You
are of his people You have his eyes
] and his looks and his features. He
disoWns you or you him. No matter
which, he is Of your blood, and he lies
under sentence of death Do you know
that??'
With a stif1ed cry the other recoiled
from her. He never doubted that she
/ spoke the truth. None. could who had
looked upon her face.
do not lie to me- she said CURLY.
Tt ayails you nothing. Read that. =
She thrust before him the paper the
! pigeon had brought. His hand trem-
/ bled sorely as he held it. He believed
in that moment that this strange creas
ture, half soldier, half woman. half
brigand, half child. knew all his story
and all his shame from his brother
sShot!'' he echoed hoarsely as she
had done when he had read on to tie
lend. Shot. oh, my God, and IL am
his brother!' Y
She was silent Looking at him FIX
1 eddy, it did not seem to her strange
that she should thus have met one Of
I his blood IN the crowds Of Algiers.
You are his brother, she said slow
| IL. Tell me his name. his rank. =
He was silent. Coward and egotist
that he was, both cowardices and ego
tism were killed in him under the over
| Whelming horror with which he felt
himself as truly by moral guilt fratri-
eide as though he had stabbed his elder
through the heart
ssSpeak!'' Kissed Cigarette through
| her clinched teeth.
He is the head of my housei' he
| answered her, scarce knowing what he
answered. He should bear the title
that I bear now. He is here in this
misery because he is the most merci-
full, the most generous, the most long
suffering Of living souls. If he die, it
it not they who have killed him; il
is q
Settle with yourself for that SIM
she lid bitterly. our remorse VIII