Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-09


and solemn candles burning at her head and feet l
watched the flames creep down. and saw them mark the
measure of my life for between my knees held
loaded pistol and when the candles expired meant to
go into the dark and find Katrina.
a was never more calm in my life, never more assured
what to do. But first there or two papers to
sign few things arrange. That business was soon
over Then reflected that should like our love letters
to be buried with l had Katrina's letters to me,
which fetched, and then looked for mine to her
did not find them; but found one letter. Here 1T 49,
will read it you; for you good listeners 1t bears
the signature of Louis Escavado."
The Marquis drew it from breast pocket, and
changing his posture he spread the letter upon MS
drawn-up knees. He began to read
Beloved Katrina, your note brought to me.-the
first and last. that will ever write to me- Ana
YOU beg command that absolutely to correspond
with you Yet you will forgive this letter. for it contains
my obedience acquiescence will write to you never
again. The action of fingers CONTROL but that
is all from my window the rising and think
that you easily command the moon than eclpse
my alteration; you can more readily eclipse It's hent tnan
darken my happiness in knowing that you love me-
1 have read that confession in your note thousand
times You love have told to the trees have
whispered the have intrusted to the WINDS
Men who tell one another that they are loved are tools
to everlasting things whose master and lord it IS
You speak of the abyss between that you have
given yourself to your husband and that you viii remain
HIM in deed if not in thought Do You expect me-
against it. to implore passionately? No. going
nothing of the sort You perfectly right IN your Judg
shadow
You say Il will him this side of the grave.
am perfectly that vehemence of mine ever
you from that decision. love the more for i'll
Is not that strange! Only remember Snail claim you on
the other side of the grave.
In innocence is our strength: ! thank God for it.
happy without you went You guessed my reason
think that your husband did You will not me
again. If meet secret escapes US. And IN vain
set myself to wait for you Beloved content with your
promise sou-sck with happiness dear confession
In thought alone kiss cheeks your lips
strain you heart And love you with an alteration
that smiles he
TOLIBOIS yawned. @Pestei may feel like
aDeath of my heart! All this happened hundred
years ago." sighed the Marquis staring before him in
terribly vacant fashion.
"Well" murmured Adolphe, the medical student, al
do not what he has to grumbe over. She was his
until she died.
D'Ormonde fearful that the narrator's mind was
wandering tar o ventured, And you kept that letter.
l see Marquis?"
aQn'est-ee que pous di9 Yes, yes, l kept it, blew
out the candles. What did it matter that dissertation?
She was no longer mine. put my pistols away, too
And shut myself up in my ROOM where read those
words dozen times over, and debated whether ought
to kill Escavado. l decided that | would but when
the morning found unconscious on the floor.
Il recovered my after what seemed eternity.
As soon as l remembered what had happened | felt
anxious about the letter. struggled from my bed and
found it. read it again, and then locked 1t IN my
desk 1t well that SO secured it; for was on the
brink of illness told afterward that for five days
lay without sense feeling. High fever followed In
my distorted dreams, III tildI PiiditdoidSoiia ID"
again the death of my Katrina; found again the &C
cursed letter that had shown that her heart
was mine 1t seems, my friends, that for day two
l rallied, then sank slowly through imperceptible
stages, into Inconsistencies, coma, death"
dead, Ell? Diable! l for one have heard enough
of this nonsense, growed Jobois, and he dropped off
to sleep with his face in the straw.
The author drew breath of disappointment. After
ALL it was to which he was listening but
grotesque fantasy in unsettled brain.
The into gloomy silence. Adophe trim
med the smoking lantern; but rapidly gong out,
and soon they would be in darkness wind was rising
which would speedily put end to the thaw 1t moaned
from the north and whstled through the ruins of the
Chateau de la Braye through its charred rooess walls