Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 145: what you’re looking at

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a THE ARGOSY. went ta the window and gazed out upon the smowciad city, and thus she re- mained for several mimutes. Presently she returned and came back to wihtere F was standing. “Tt as strange, ts it not, Mr. Derrington?’” she asked m 2 low vorce. “1 ‘do not think that 1 am myself today. it ts hard to reahze that this is Olga d’Echeveria who speaks to you now. I am like another person; x is 23 though another spirit had emtered my body, and I seem to act without a will of my own. It began last might when you first entered my presence. It was evident to me when | saw you apparently asleep in the garden, knowing that you had averheard the conversation between my brother and myself; # as- serted itself when we stood together under the green hight later m the evening, when you told me that I must keep the engagement made with yau today, and when you entered this room a few hours ago, it seemed as though you belonged to me—as though you had stolem away my wrl—as though I had no right to act without your sanction. Can you explam it?” ‘“ No,” I replied, “ nobody can explain it. It is a secret that is known only tc God, and His ways are nmutable. But we have each recognized it from the first.” We said nothmeg of lave them. The swbseet seemed ant of place at that moment. We both knew all that the other would have satd, or could with truth say, and there was no need to do what would seem hike repeating it. ‘“ When will you hear from the note that you have sent?” she ~sked pres- ently. } “Very soon, now,” I replied. ‘“ Hf your servant has delivered the rote, there should be a reply within a few monmments. Let ws go to the window and watch.” Sa we stood there by the windaw, silentky communing with each other without speaking. Her left hand was clasped within nry right ene, amd the minutes came and went until I raised my other hand and pomted alenty towards a large, double britska that was coming up the street. I had remg- nized the huge proportians of Tom Coyle, where he sat, holding the retms, and I knew that underneath the covering were trusty followers of nme, who would make short work of the waiting assassins. ‘There comes the answer to my note,” 1 said. “ Watch that britska.” “ T see it,” she replied. It dashed up on a run straight for the point where the other one was still waiting, and came to a stop with a suddenness that threw the horses back upon their haunches. At the same instant there dashed from beneath the covering 2 half dozen men, and while some serzed the horses of the waiting britska, and others seized the man upon the driver's seat, still others pulled aside the curtains and sprang mside. From our post of observation we could see that a severe struggle was tak- ing place, and twice we heard the report of pistols; and then the smaller car- riage drove away, while the larger one, that which Tom Coyle had been driv- mg, dashed strarght for the door of the princess’ house. ‘The other contained the prisoners,” I said to my companion. “ This GOH GoOOO ‘SS COLNT