Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-26

gesture in which he thanked her for her father
and congratulated the world that she herself
had been born.
Excited, too that that hitherto almost empty
place was now filed with laughter and talk,
Trina bent forward so that her curls touched
one of the high cheek bones of the peasants
face She was startled at the effect 1t had on
him Retcence and Difference moved from his
eyes like clouds which had covered the sun.
Their places were taken by q blaze Of love, pas
SION and desire which seemed to shake the
stand Her hand trembled under his touch and
he and she stood for q moment In another
world, another dimension, lovely IN its clear
light vibrating with the high, sweet notes OF
birds
"Oh. my God" he said beneath his breath,
withdrew his hand, clicked his heels seized his
violin and stuck it beneath his chin. And when,
hardly able to pun herself together, Trina took
her place in front Of the platform to sing, there
was q tremor of so great q JOY in her voice thas
It hushed the conversation and brought forth
bursts of applause.
A ND at the back of the garden, in the shadow
"A near the gate, there stood Ivan Storogev
with madness in his brain and q revolver in his
pocket all according to Fate ninaS heart was
TO be his target, not that Of Snakovskaya.
whose life meant nothing, he considered, In the
scheme of things It was his intention 10 JOIN
the spirit of Trina as he and she passed over the
bodies lying in the gravel Of the Garden of De-
light
He knew that it was Shakovskaya's habit to
wind up his dinner program with special song.
He had made up his mind to hear Trina sing
once more and as the last echo OF what was 70
he her swan song died among the trees to send
her out of the possibility OF belonging to an
other man and follow after her.
The orchestra went softly into the opening
bars of lie Bon Temps Viendra" which
Shakoyskaya had set to q haunting melody.
And as the loyal peasant drew his bow across
his strings, saying to himself under the deep
emotion at the confession of love that he had
seen in Irina's eyes, Can it be true, oh God.
that the good time will Gomez" He caught the
CLEAN of Ivan's weapon and saw under the RED
glow of a lantern the white face and mad eyes
of the man who also loved. But as he stood
there playing, outwardly calm but with q
whirling brain, he saw with horror and amaze
ment that the small circle Of steel was nos
aimed at himself but at 1r1na-Ir1na VINO was
standing wholly unaware of impending death,
a few feet to his right. With a sort OF divine
inspiration it came to him that Ivan INTENDED
to hold his hand until Trina had finished the
song and so he carried on until her last note
had risen into the hushed night like small
white bird. Whereupon he flung himself
quickly in front Of her
There was q loud report. He fell with
crash at her feet.
And while the startled diners crowded to-
gether with screams a second shot rang out.
Ivan had put the barrel to his head
Chaos the crush Of running people at the
gate the startled movement Of the Grand Duke
to the platform with his faithful friends, the
crumpled figure Of the wasted gigolo lying on
his face. And to Shakovskaya the knowledge
of a hot sting in his left shoulder and Irinas
lips on his mouth in that Garden Of Delight.
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