The Washington times., 1918-03-25
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II was an encnantlng picture lnai
he drew in spite OF the horror that
must ever mutter at their threshold;
but to the awfulpess of war they we're
both by this time more or less callous
although he\was MORALLY sick CT the
war itself. and Gisela, who doled half
measures neither to herself nor
others, had dismissed the morrow and
yielded herself to the joy OF the fu'
tuTe as OF the present. What she had
felt for this man in her early TWEEN
ties seemed a mere partnership OF ro-
nance and sentiment fused by young
nerves. compared with the mature
passion he had shocked from its long
recuperative sleep.
/ He was her mate. her other part.
Her long fidelity, mistaken by time,
her own temperament and many op-
portunities, all were proof of, that
The caste of great lovers in this
unfinished world is small and almost
inaccessible. but they had taken their
place by immemorial right. Were 1t
rot for this history OF her own max
ing they would find every phase of
happiness in each other as long as
they both lived. Women. at least,
know instinctively the difference be-
tween the transient passion, no mat
ter how powerful. and the deathless
bond.
GIseIa glanced at her wrist watch.
1t was within seventy minutes OF the
dawn. II she could only be sure that
he would sleep until Munich herself
awokc him.
But he had told her that he never
slept these days more than two or
three hours at a time no matter how
weary.
II he awoke before It was time for
her to leave the house and renewed
his Iovemaking. her response would
be as automatic as the progress OF life
itself
II she attempted to leave the house
preteNt. his suspicious would be
aroused. for she had told him that she
had been given a week for rest.
For the same reason she dared not
awaken him and ask him to go. He
would refuse, for il was no time TO
slip out of a woman's apartment: far
better wait until 10 o'clock. when
there were always visitors OF both
secs in her office. Moreover. he
would no more wish to go than he
would. permit her to leave him.
She was utterly in his power II he
awakened and chose to exert it. He
nau mastered heTs COuqufTtu hSEs
routed her career, and her peace and
she had gloried In her submission;
gloried in it still.
A commonplace woman would have
been satisfied satiated. felt free for
the moment. turned with relief to the
dry convention of the daily adventure,
rather resenting. ir she had n pretty
will, the supreme surrender To the
race in an unguarded hour.
GIsein of Heroic Cast.
Glsela was cast in the heroic mold.
She came down from the old race of
goddesses of her own NibeIungenlied,
whose passions might consume them,
but had nothing in common with the
ebb and flow of mortals.
But great brains are fed by stormy
souls. and in the souls OF women there
is an element OF weakness, unknown,
save in, 4 few notable instances to
great men in the> crises of their des
tiny: for women are the slaves OF the
race and nature when permitting them
the abnormality OF genius takes her
revenge.
II he awakened There
was little time for thought. She must
pIan quickly. II she left the house at
once he might awaken immediately
ana aIleT lilt dpuE
follow her: there was the dire posi-
biIity that he would learn too much
before the terrific drama OF the revo-
luton opened. and manage to thwart
their plans.
He was a man OF quick brain and
ruthless Will; no consideration for
her would stop him, although he
would save her from the consequences
Of her act, no doubt OF that. Save
her for himself
Mimi Brandt and Heloise and Marie
Won Erkel were asleep in rooms at
the end Of the hall. . . . She had
mad idea of binding him hand and
foot and locking him in her bed ROOM
Either he would hate her for
the humiliation Ee-Franz Won Net
glorious on the field of honor.
n bound prisoner in a woman's bed
room while his class was blown TO /
atoms. and his caste was roaring its |
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