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ThirteenThe GothicThe white man, gazing wildly at Kapiz, said, What wasthat?Kapiz did not answer, but only stood leaning on his gun,a far-away look in his eye.Heaven help us, cried the Americano, why dont youanswer? Dont you know that was the cry of some wo-man!Kapiz still remained unmoved.Are you a coward? the white man asked. I will seewhat it means. And he started off.As he went, the long fingers of Kapiz slipped the knifefrom the white mans belt.The brushes crashed behind and Kapiz turned quickly.Mela come running up and fell at his feet.The Americano, she whispered, excitedly, where ishe? He will kill you.Come, said Kapiz. And they walked in the directiontaken by the white man.Soon, through the brushes ahead, they saw the Amer-icano. His throat was torn, and he lay dead upon the ground.As they came up, there was a flash of yellow as a pantherdarted into the thicket.Kapiz glanced at the dead man, and said: The Amer-icano has answered the cry of the wilderness. Come, Mela,the yellow beasts are hungry.ILLINGWORTH WINS SOUPART SHORT STORY CONTESTOne Human SoulBy Ninetta IllingworthPART ONE.Walter of Lisle, returning from the Holy Wars, rodealone in advance of the scattered remnants of those whohad so courageously set out for the resuce of the Holy City.He rode his steed well, and yet in his carriage there wassomething that betokened a man not quite satisfied withhis accomplishments of the past, nor with that which laybefore him in the future. As he looked back over the bravebut fruitless warfare of the past months, he thanked Godthat he had upheld the honor of his ancient and knightlyfamily by taking no life except in fair battle, and by turn-ing aside from plunder and vandalism as a thing unworthy.As he looked forward, he thought he saw before him a longlife, full of happiness; a maid waited his coming, and hisworldly possessions were very great.But yet, he hesitated. We wondered why he shouldhesitate. Could he not render the Lord that which was duehim, and yet keep his great riches and his love with a fairlady? Had not his mother governed his household, to-gether with her husband, in the fear of God, and had theynot reared seven children to the glory of God?Well, had they! Was the vain glory of a nobles life allthat the Lord asked of him, and were his brothers and sis-ters devoted with singleness of purpose to the religious life?And the lady whom he loved and was waiting his return,--her father was the temporal lord for whom he fought--was very fair, and he longed for her. Was she a reason forhis turning away?Occupied with these and similar thoughts, Walter ofLisle pursued his way into his own country-France. Therewas a growing familiarity in the scenes upon which his eyesB. H. S. 1915It depends upon what you give a dog, whether he appreciates it. |
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