The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-12-19
The Thrilling Romance Of a Wonderful
Lover and His Fierce, UnreasOning
Passion for a Woman for Whom
Men Pour Out Wealth
and Honor.

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of you that very moment.
Rafael started to speak once
more of his repentance. of his
desire to kneel in front of the
house there in mute entreaty for
pardon, while she would be sleep
ing in the room above. But Leo
nora interrupted him.
Hush! Your voice is loud.
They might hear you. My aunt's
room is in the other wing of the
house. but shes not q heavy
sleeper. Besides, / don't care to
listen to talk about remorse, and
such things. Silence makes the
beauty Of the night more won
The youth was obediently
silent, tearing lest the rerneml.
hranco ofr11is base audacity should
again come up in the CONVERSE
ton.
II don't know what's the mat
ter with me tonight. feel like
CRYING, without knowing why.
am filled with the strange, In.
exp1icabie happiness, and yet
could weep and weep. It's the
Springtime; all this fragrance that
whips my nerves like lash.
really believe I'm crazy,
1t was true; she was really Ill.
Her eyes grew more and more
fearful.
without turning her head she
added, in q dreamy musing voice:
Rafael, you don't know die
Wa1kure,Y do you? You've never
heard the Spring Song"
He shook his head. And Leo.
nora, with her eyes still gazing
rnoonward, spoke slowly, collect
ing her memories, recreating In
her minds eye that WagneriRn
scene Of such intense poatry--
the glorification and the triumph
Of Nature and Love.
J She was feeling the same lone.
illness and yearning that Sigmund
felt in HundinRss howell. And It
was she who unconsciously. In
stinctfvely, had drawn closer to
Rafael. and placed her hand in
his.
II don't know what's the mat.
ter with me tonight. ] feel. as
though ] were dying. But such
q sweet death! So sweet! What
madness, RAFAEL How rash It
was OF US to have seen each other
on such q night!''
She Was Weak
Rafael. too, was overwhelmed.
He held her clasped against hts
breast, one Of her hands In his.
She was weak, languid, Yillless,
incapable Of resistance; yet he did
not feel the brutal urge Of q
previous meeting; he did not dare
10 ae.N q
to sit there. He whispered mys-
knowing what he was saying;
tender words that seemed 70 be
coming from somewhere within
him, thrilling him.
'Ieonora! Leonofap' moaned
Rafael.
He had slipped down from the
bench. Before he was aware OF
It, he found himself kneeling
at her feet, clutching her hands,
and thrusting his face upward
without daring to reach her lips.
She drew weakly back, protest.
ing feebly:
mo, no: IL would hurt me.
feel that I'm dying.
.'You belong to me-" the youth
continued with an exaltatiOn ILL
suppressed. What do we care for
the world and its opinions?"
And Leonora with weakening
resistance, cotinued to refuse
tNo, mol must not. It's
feeling / can't explain! Oh, Rafael,
what is happening to me. 1t
must be love that did not think
I should ever know! Rafael!
Rafael, my own boy!'
And weeping softly, she took
his head in her hands, pressed
her lips to his, and then fell back
In her seat with eyes distended,
maddened with the. joy Of that
kiss.
OF belong to you Rafael! Yours,
but forever. / have always loved
you from the first. but now--1
adore you. FOE the first time in
my life I say that with all my
soul!''
Yes: you belong to me forever.
! will marry you"
But in his dreamy, wild intox!.
cation he saw the artiste's eyes
open wide in surprise, as n SAD
smile fitted across her lips.
Marry me? And why? That's
well enough for other women; but
me you must love, my darling
child, ever SO much, as much as
you can. Just love me! believe
only in Lover