The San Juan County index. (Aztec, N.M.) 1890-19??, 1902-08-22

The door burst open, Genevieve Ire
valion eprang to her feet.
the day died and when the time cam,
for tea. she felt as though the food
was choking her beforehand.
The eyes of the woman grew warm
with tears as she looked upon the
bread knife and thought Of those
great, clumsy slices, but she assented as
asoan1at aags=r~ HFz S~agezsH1hed
ove the horn-handle and that haunt
ing, upturned face left her. She saw
him again beneath the hanging lamp.
his eyes aglow with mixed up love and
mischief. All! how good to be able
to think Of him once more as her dear
bad boy.
When the house was still, she car
ried the knife to her room and COW
cred its handle with tears and kisses.
Trouble not yourself with idle Ques-
tionings, whether the man came back
from the wars OF no; for when a man
has won such love from a woman that
she kisses handles for his sake, he has
seen his Austerlitz: let him beware
lest he live too long and so look upon
his Waterloo"
That's realism"
I'm all save one particular" com
mented the Newspaper Man.
The Woman Who Wrote spoke hur-
riedly, Now for romanticism:
1T was a wild, dark night, dark as
death. The rain poured down in cease
less torrents; the wind tore the thou
sand-year-old monarchs from the for
est and dashed the sea into a raging
mass Of inky waters. Against it all,
in the very teeth Of the storm, the
mar held on his way. Needless of the
howl and roar, needless of the jagged
lightning that leaped from the lower
ing heavens. Deaf, blind, lost to con-
sciousnss Of aught save the sting Of
wounded pride and the fierce resent
ment Of an outraged love. None save
gods or devils would have braved such
a night, but he What was beat OF
rain and lash of wind? What was
this wild storm without, compared to
the hercer n raging within? The
rage of passion that sent the blood
seething through his veins, and beat
in his brain like hammers.
"The crimson curtains with their
satin fringings swept to the floor,
shutting out the storm and the night.
They could not shut out the wind that
howled and shrieked like a thousand
iends In torment. Genevieve Treval-
lion crouched over her fire, her great,
violet eyes staring In dense terror at
the flames. For hours she had sat
there covering under a sense Of i'm
pending doom; suffering the agony OF
a hundred deaths. No torture devised
by man so intense so %agonizing as
that Of underlined fear. She clenched
her hand until the blood sprang from
her tender palm and dyed her perfect
nails; low meanings broke from her
paid lips. He would not come, he
would not come, and tomorrow would
be too late, too late. Oh. God; the
bitterness Of a luxury that defeats
love-
THE nan fought on, not knowing
that he fought. Over rage and resent
ment a desire had come TO him, more
binding than the blue fare Of the
lightning. The desire to be with her
10 breathe the intoxicating perfume o.
her hair. TO feel the Wild beating Of
her heart on his. to crush her lips be.
meath kisses strong as eternity, eager
as life. His foot sunk into deepening
water and a stream Of heavens blue
Gre showed him the bridges mast
OF broken tlmbers heaped upon th'
farther shore. Before nim. Wild