St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1902-08-16

Bias began to have large amb
lions, and to apply them. He ha
great wealth; he could do yet wha
he had failed in, and infinitely NOR
The principle of all his life shoul
be the doing of good. Just seem
| her once or twice had accomplish
that much. She lived in San Pedro
the aristocratic suburb, with he
lonely old father, who had been
statesman, and who had some
times helped, sometimes hinderet
Diaz in the Great Task. To tina
wide, low house of fountains an
tiled walls, came Bias. She receive
him in a room hung with painting.
every one by a Mexican artist. Jua
de Dios Peza's poems lay on a bronz
table. She believed in Mexico; in it
men, its future.
"What, in Gods name, is the mat
ter with my brother?" cried he, in
low voice, whose fervor cast the spe]
on her again. She sat down, havin,
suddenly become paler. She bel,
fast to the arm of the big chair an,
looked at him; her brow was yer,
high.
"Change is the law of life," she sal,
sorrowfully.
"But, Adelaide! Adelaida!" h,
cried with pain, striding before her
'There is some dread fatality on u.
you have seen it," He stopped
and pointed at her fiercely, his fac.
flaming. "You have guessed-yo,
know! Do not deny it!'
She trembled-she had guessed
that she loved him, that was all she
knew. She was like an Ophelia bowed
before the not understood madness
of Hamlet.
II don't know what you mean," she
murmured.
''Mean!" he cried, in grief, stand
ing over her. II mean that I have
proved it at last, that I have cut this
mystery open with knife, and stared
into it's vitals. My God! Adelaide
am I mad? Mean? This only-that
1 dare not stir hand or foot, but he
loses. I dare not progression he
goes back. l. dare not rise-for he
sinks! We are not separate; we are
bound in some horrible union!"
She could not believe, nor compre-
bend; but the horror fell on her,
too. He was gazing at her, his face
savage, but loved by her. She gath
cred her powers first, longing to
soothe.
"You are worn out with thinking -
she said, slowly. "Come-come to
me, every day, and let me talk to you.
Maybe I can help you. You have let
the world grow abnormal for YOU
The appeal in her words over
powered him. He rose and stretched
out his arms; she closed her eyes.
His love for her banished everything;
and he was whirled on to take her in
his embrace. But there, uprisen be-
fore him, came the face of his
brother, face newly dissolute, reck-
less, the face of man flinging good
aside and marrying evil and death.
Bias had been astonished, crushed,
at seeing all that in the changed and
down-sinking Aquiles. No abandon
ment of the high, and seeking of
the low had ever been so swift, COM
plete, and unreasonable, as had this
Of Aquiles since Bias came back and
changed. The latter remembered
that Adelaide had been his brothers
as she was now his. Bias
was priest enough to believe in the
of Aquiles' soul, if his
ruin were not averted. Adelaide
could avert it-had done it before;
yet Bias was stealing Adelaida's
1eart. He shrank back and went
way blinded.
Outside the sun shone. The mule
:ar scudded away in that winding
venue of trees that leads to Guadala-
ara. He rubbed his brow. Was it
hen some insane dream? This he
Knew: He had once, long ago, pros
,ered, and at that time Aquiles was
} nonentity. Later, Aquiles had
,urst forth and accomplished; had
'een spirit growing. Those were
he years wherein Bias had lain
Helpless, even sluggishly vicious. The
lope of the woman's love had
purred on his brother, but the wo-
nan had suddenly turned toward
BIAS, wakened him. Bias had arisen,
haken the vileness from him, and
ought to be negative no more
o become great. And in that instant
Aquiles began to sink. This meant
90 much, limited at secrets too ap-
alling. The young dreamer's rea-
on staggered. But-here was the
IN; the breath of these plains was
weet; yonder mountains looked |
eaceful, wrapped in haze. After all,
'as it not merely that love that had
RACED him?
When he conceived the fear that to
I'VE Adelaide was to ruin Aquiles,
f course, from that moment he loved
er beyond all measure. But, turn
,g to that mystical belief of the
piritual union between himself and
is brother, he put away, for time,
is love. A loathsome experiment
cyan. Bias plunged into every vice;
urled himself away. This was an
rdeal few souls could have borne.
e bore it, and the result was bit'
,rly gratifying. Aquiles came out
his reckless mood, gathered him
IF together, and repented. Bias
oandoned, then, the sickening trial
and his brother relapsed. Pros
ate under this load of knowledge,
lie young man turned dumbly back
} sin. They were one; they were
ound by some hideous union. To
sc the good Of that common spirit