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ZULA TRAVERS, THE BED DEVIL. "I Have an Idea of Murder-That It Is Often the Last Resort of a Person Seeking a New Sensation." Her Lips Were Kissing the Mark of Cain Upon His Forehead ; "You Shall Spend the Night Under My Roof." "Mind you shut the barn windows to night, John. There's goin' to be a storm; 1 feel it in the air." "1 guess you're right, mother, and a bad "tin, too. See! the clouds go run- Din' wild, every which way. I wouldn't wonder the Red Devil has a hand in 'em. She didn't set that big house of hern on the jumpin'-off place; of the world there fur **oth!u'. It's clear fun fur her to catch the storms passin' down the val ley, and send 'em seootin' over here to blow the roofs off people's houses, and clap thl*-*der on the heads of good folks and the:, cattle." ••she walked our way this arternoon. nnd Mary fell agin the window tryin' to get a peep at her. Tin* blind burst open, and you should see the creature turn and cut her eves at us, and smack her lips. Mary's head's been achin' fit to split ever since." "Mary wants fo be more keerful, she doer 1 ' file's too curious, even fur her kind. There ain't no sense in try in' to get knowledge of the Evil One. It's sat I'm- Your pardon, stranger; was you Bpeakin 1 to me?" •"Can you fell me if there is any nearer road to Miss Travers' house yon der than around the hill?" "Miss Travers' house You mean the Red Devil's over there? It's a risky thing you've undertook, sir, if you're bound "for that place. Never but one man in these parts put foot inside the gate, and he was found dead at the bot tom of that rock next morning. Hut if you're set on goin', there's a shortcut lip the front o' the hill; you'll notice it —a bridle path that leads off this road quite a bit further on. It's pretty steep, and you've need of a strong nerve and good horse to take it." "Thanks, my good fellow; I have both," "It's tempting Providence, mother;" John reached bis long arm inside the .shed door and took the key of the barn from the peg on the wall where it had hung, tied to the same hickory stick, ever since the barn was built. Zl I. \ TKAVEKS. A queer mixture of the barbaric and intellectual was apparent in the cham ber where Zula Travers stood before a mirror thai reflected a body.clean cut as that of a tigress, and fair with the beauty of a woman ; hair falling both sides her face and shoulders, tawny its a lion's mane, streaked with the warm light of molten gold; a face, lhe china trifle sharp, perhaps, the red lips not quite full enough, the black eyebrows too strongly marked, the eyes— never in anyothei woman's head did God and tin; devil war in such a pair. They were tawny like her hair, with wonder ful lights, now suddenly put out by the widening pupil and now as suddenly ablaze again, when a quick droop ing of the heavy, thick-fringed lids would follow, accompanied by an odd tightening of the lips. There was not the least sugges tion of Narcissus in the air with which Zula Travels regarded herself. There was rather the calm satisfaction of a well-fed executioner fingering a hemp noose and calculating the endurance of a man's neck. Gradually the woman saw the picture on the mirror vanish into another—that of a girl who bears such resemblance l" herself a- an angel bear- flu* devil it becomes, aspiring ami failing lo m* a god. She is held at arm's length by a man whose face is Hushed with passion, who bend- to her and studies her. An expression of triumph grows in bis eyes. A sculptor might look so upon his handiwork. "Zula. all you wanted was a soul. I have given you that and now you glut me with your perfectness." This pict ure, like the first faded into another— the same girl lying lace down in a dusty road, kissing the footprints of a horse. the man rides rapidly away. Stillother pictures fol lowed—never again the figure of the mail, always the figure of the girl, .she passed through strange countries and strange scenes, changing Imperceptibly, until the woman's eyes rest ed once more upon her own image. She was -till the stolid executioner, with her lingers on the hemp noose, her thoughts on a man's neck. She was Zula Travers, with the consciousness that he who had long ago gone out of her life was com ing back to her thai nigh!. As Col. Farrington stood on the door step, wailing admittance to the home of Zula Travers, it occurred to him that outside there was nothing to give sup port to the rumors afloat concerning lier. Entering her drawing room, how ever, he found evidence enough of a strange personality. The harmony of paintings, statuary and the most exquisite of modern furnishings, which only a refined taste could arrange, was broken with outlandish contrivances to please the eye of a Hot tentot princess. Oriental perfumes made the air heavy, and Oriental lamps threw a glamor over lhe room that caused Col. Farrington to say, with a halt shrug, "A man might yield up his soul here in utter Ignorance of the sac rifice." Tin; spell of tiie place laving hold 0:1 him, it was as if gathering form irom the mystical light a- -he came, thai a superb creature, moving with stealthy grate, her scarlet draperies marking her figure as the changeful shaping of a llanie. her white face, with its gleaming eyes, the one certain feat ure of the apparition, that Col. Farring ton saw Zula Travels approach him. "Col. Farrington-Richard! ' "Zula" then it is you and not some fleeting vision," he replied, rising to take her extended hand in his. regard ing her curiously, half-feartully. As lie continued to look upon her. all other emotions were swallowed in that her beauty inspired. "Good God! Zula, who ever dreamed you would make such a woman." "Did not you.* She lifted her eyes to send the blood rushing more madly through his veins. "Never, upon my soul, or 1 would not have waited until this late day to return to you." "You but follow the method of the All-Wise Creator; the Lord, you know, formed a world and let it be alone sev eral thousand years before His love grew ripe to bring liim back to it.'" "And when He came. He was crucified, dead ami buried, and descended into hell." "And when He regained heaven, His world—" "Let us not carry the parallel so far. Were God's world Znla Travels, and did He, remembering His handiwork, return to her, the joys of heaven would De blotted from His memory. He would not leave her a second time." "Yon blaspheme, my friend." "Only as your beauty, in defying all things else." "Come, come," she said laughing and withdrawing her hand from his; "you Forget I am a re luse and not a woman of the world. lie seated there and tell ale what the years have done for you.'* She had thrown herself upon a couch and reclined with tin* restfulness of a Bleeping tiger— ready for a leap. Taking both the seat and the cue she Indicated, Col. Farrington replied: "The years? oh, they have brought me much the same as any man— a mild horror of days, Innumerable gray hairs, joys and ad'infiniture. not omitting a wife and children. But a fillip for this. How have they treated you." "As a woman." "Enigmatical; explain yourself." "They were guilty of all the cruelty • woman could devise until 1 triumphed over them, and now they smile on my face and speak in fruitless whispers behind my back." "How did your triumph come about?" How did the sun come to ride over the earth? Ask him that question, and when lie answers I will." Col. Farrington lay back in his chair, and in silence studied the perplexing creature before him. The half-light in which he saw her, bodily and spiritual ly, irritated him. "Confount it! Zula." he said at length, "haven't you any thing as Christian as gas, electricity kerosene, even, to burn here that i may at least see you with my eyes clearly?" "1 believe so, though we never use it. You will find a bell at your right there." To the servant who responded to the call she said, "(live us more light, Sam, and then ask Miss Merlon and the gen tlemen to come down. Addressing Col. Farrington, she continued: "You must know my household— a pure abstraction of intellect Passion has no life in our midst." "This is no place for me then, Zula" his eyes had not moved from her since the flood of bright light defined her glory. "What are men made of who can see you daily and not ache over you?" "They may answer for themselves. Col. Farrington, lei me introduce to you Mr. Tilmont, Mr. Schumann and Mr. Merton. Where is Virginia? Ah, 1 thought you had not come. This, Col. Farrington, is Miss Merton." "Mignon was like this," was his instant verdict. She seemed a being in whom all the ex ceptions of God's law had struggled for existence, and the ugly reptile that came measuring its length after her and coiled un to lie at her feet, as a cat might lie at the feet of another woman, when she was seated, did not operate against the impression she conveyed. "Col, Farrington has asked me of what you are made, to see me daily and not to love me," said /ula, including the three men in her address. "Tell him, Francis Merton." "Ashes." "No, no, Francis," quickly spoke Virginia, absently lilting the the snake from the floor and winding it about her bare throat; "that is a mean survival of the test. Say, rather, you are gold tried in the furnace, asbestos that has been through the lire and is cleaned." "Well spoken, little one," said Zula, stroking the girl's head in human, al most fond fashion. "Pure asceticism grows out of the fiercest lire, Col. Far rington. Francis and Virginia sucked at the same mother's breast and prayed at the same mother's knee. One day- God plays .such pranks upon men's souls they saw each other's heart and seared their eyes balls with the seeing. Nay, do not turn revolting from the thought, colonel. A clinic lived down makes saints and heaven. This girl came through the ordeal the clean, white, bloodless tiling you see her now, and Francis— — *' "Phoenix-like rose from his own ashes," finished Jules Tilmont. "You jeer at the truth, Jules, as if we never watched your own soul in the flames. You who once had no need of fortune, family, country, honor, for want of me, now need me no more, for want of nothing. Heinrich alone is dif ferent. His soul was cleansed of pas sion in hi- ancestors. He is one man who sat always face to lace with eter nity, seeing the unseeable, knowing the unknowable." Col. Farrington believed it of Heinrich 'Schumann as lie looked at him more closely. His face was translucent, and the lips and cheeks were tinted like the daintiest porcelain an artist's brush ever wrought upon. A golden brown beard did not spoil the cameo-like cut of his profile; he wore his hair combed up from his forehead, leaving its fine outline revealed, and beneath his deli cately penciled brows was a pair of eyes that had caught the infinite in them. Mystery beyond mystery lay in lhe depths of the large pupil, and the bordering iris was ha/el of a peculiar yellowish tinge that seemed to throw back the light while admitting it. He paid no heed to what was said of him; and Francis Merton. the amused smile that had been playing upon his face broadening, said, "Zula, you are quite the grand dame to-night. You have hlppodromed us for your friend after the style of a fashionable lion show. I fear you may become of the world, worldly again." "Anil 1 fear the same," said Jules. "Our weariness of the world is such, Col, Farrington. it has long been our practice to take the journals but once a month, and that with the same re luctance a child takes n. dose of physic. Hut yesterday 1 learned Zula has orders at the city news depot to furnish her with all the journals whenever an atrocious murder occurs.*' "A traitor iii our queen!" exclaimed Francis Merton, in mock dismay. "Can there be treason without cause for loyalty?" ventured Zula, undis turbed. "Are we amid the sworn de fender of any faith?" "Unfaith," suggested Francis. "Not so," responded Kula. "Who makes a creed of unbelief is bigoted as any devotee at the foot <*! the cross. We are skeptical of skepticism, disbelievers of unbelief, convinced of nothing but our own fearlessness and strength." She sprang to her feet with the last word and, moving back and forth with restless energy, she continued: "I have an idea of murder that has come to me lately. I fancy that it is often the last resort of a person seeking a new sensa tion. Suppose a person conditioned as we are, for instance— indifferent to man, the world. God and the devil alike, weary of life and contemptuous of death; in murder lies the only soup con of zest, existence can furnish him. There is a grand display of absolute independence of all nat ural and moral law, and, what is more, there is an approach to fear- the piquancy of effort to keep ourselves without the clutch of the civil law. The civil law." turning to Col. Farrington, "which is last in the eyes of so-called good men, stands first with persons of our intellectual status, and is the only law that restrains us, for we arc quite agreed that prisons are tiresome, and banging a disagreeable trifle not at all neeessarv to life or to death."* "A woman's logic." commented Francis Merton. "One mighj as pleas antly commit matrimony— there lie the commingled sensations of bravery and of fear." "Then, too, it's such nasty work," added Jules Tilmont. "No more so than the vivisection of a dog Virginia invited us to join this evening." "That reminds me, Jules," said Vir ginia, "the experiment proves a very neat one. 1 was well begun when Sam called me. You should see it finished." "Go now and finish it." said Zula. "Go all of you, if you wish. To sit a whole evening unemployed, save with our tongues, is productive of no good in this household. Col. Farrington will be among us several days. He may even be induced to become one of us." Expressing a polite hope to that effect, Jules went with Virginia, and Heinrich and Francis together sought au inter rupted task in the observatory. "That strong light hurts my eyes," complained Zula. "And you hurt mine," returned the colonel-, placing himself before her. ""Zula, does noth ing of the noble, loving girl I knew re main in you? Tell me you have put a cloak upon yourself to confuse me. You call yourself, that woman, those THE SAINT PAUL DAILY GLOBE: SUNDAY MOUSING, DECEMBER _<3, 1888.— THIRTY-TWO PAGES. men pure— righteous Christ! They are not fit to touch the ground, the girl I left you stood upon. If you are mas querading, for pity's sake throw off these wretched, disfiguring stage clothes, lift up your eyes and let me see again the rare beautiful soul you were." The lines about her mouth tightened, she drew near to him. He felt her strong, magnetic personality feeding like a vampire on his soul. "She placed her hands on his shoulders, the flame of her gown scorched where it touched him. She raised her face to a level with his, lifted up her eyes- merciful Father, how they burned Surely he would smother. Her breath came hot against bis mouth: "Sec the beautiful soul you left me!" He* crushed her to his arms in an agony of passionate fear. A cry in the room sounded; both turned, and in one breath both exclaimed ""Valerie." Swiftly Zula's gaze traveled t from the shrinking figure of her Creole maid to the countenance of the man in whose embrace she had been surprised. She chose to ignore the revelation she saw and demanded, "What is it, girl? Have 1 not told you to cease crawling about the house like a snake or evil spirit? •Speak, make some sound when you come near me. What do you want?" The girl stood quivering like a well trained animal facing terror and the memory of the lash. "I beg yonr par don, Miss Zula; but the detestable is the very satan to-night. 1 can do noth ing with him." "Bring him to mo," commanded Zula, "he may amuse Col. Farrington." Meeting her glance, Col. Farrington exclaimed with pain as a man who is struck across the eyes. Valeric returned, bringing with her a struggling, screaming human thing, that might be five or thirty-live years old, lor all its dwarfed, misshapen body told. "Put him down and leave." Zula ordered the girl, who -lid as she was bidden. The little creature's who!;* frame was cruelly distorted, every part was a painful rebellion against natural law, and to make the deformity more horrible, it was mocked in scarlet clothes. Dazzled by the unaccustomed light, he stood silent for a moment, the muscles of his neck working constantly, twisting his head and drawing his mouth in hideous shapes. "Speak to the stranger, imp," said Zula, rotigly. The odd being turned, and involuntarily Col. Farrington sank into a chair. The lace flashed on him was an exact mini ature of his own, ami on the white skin was the blood-red mark of a horse's hoof. The imp di rected a volley of oaths, half American, half foreign, at the stranger and was off in a tantrum again, bowline, raging, beating the air, himself," and whatever his body came in contact with. Zulu watched tin- dwarf and the colonel with interest. "Speak to him, colonel; com mand him to be quiet. See if the thing's instincts be true, if there be instant recognition of parental authority." "This is the crown of all, Zula." "My sins are coming home to live to-night with a vengeance. But, for Hod's sake, stop the creature, can't you?" He was finally exasperated beyond control. Zula approached the dwarfjaid a firm hand upon him, and dropping on her knees, looked steadily into his eyes until his cries came softer and at greater intervals: the convulsive twitching of his muscles ceased gradually; his eyes took on a strained expression; at length ir itis eyelids closed, and his head fell for ward on his breast. Then she lifted him ami placed him on the pile of cushions she had lately occupied herself. Col. Partington's mind grew dazed with the variety and intensity of emo tions that had been aroused in him. "1 am worn out, Zula: 1 must bid you good night. The revelations of this evening have been too much for me." "Poor fellow," she replied. What magic bad she wrought upon herself? lier voice was that of a woman. "Poor fellow."" she repeated, close at his side. She quietly drew hi- head against her bosom; the white flesh pricked his check like a thousand needle--. and the fingers she lay upon his brow were so many coals of fire. Put her voice kept soft. "I was hard on you a trifle. Forgive me, dear. 1 forget what trifles ate- in tin? lives of of men. You shall say good night if you wish, good night" her lips were kissing the mark of Cain upon his fore head—"but you shall spend the night under my roof." She went to the window and drew aside the curtain; "See the storm there is." lie joined her side. The steady glare of lightning revealed the bending forms of trees, and the roar of the wind and the crash of the thunder became evident to the man's benumbed senses. He said with a shudder, "1 believe the very fury of the elements is in your service, Zula." "After a night's rest you will laugh at such a foolish belief. May peaceful dreams restore you to yourself." Did he sleep already? Her hand was cool and moist to his touch, like a woman's hand: her voice rang a sweet benedic tion.lier eyes were veiled, and but for maturer beauty she was the girl of a lon*-' dead day dream. - When a servant had conducted Col. Farrington to his room, Zula -Travers sought her own. She threw open a door that led to a balcony and Stepped out side, She pressed against the railing and reached out her anus to the storm. The wind and the rain fought for po session of her, and the lightning cut a red path through the sky to gain her. The branches of a falling tree grazed her arm. She saw a light streainihg from the window of the labratory, and she recollected the mission on which Jules and Virginia had gone thither earlier in the evening. She walked along the balcony to see if they were still there. The room was empty. She tried the window; it yielded to her, and she entered. On a table lay the bleeding body of a dog, whose short breath and convul sive movement- indicated ' that Virginia's experiment had failed. She had evidently quit the task in a fit of disgust and disappointment. Her In struments, still wet, lay where they had fallen. Zula stood and fingered them absently, her eves on the dying animal. Quick a's thought, she had lifted a knife and driven it into the feebly fluttering heart. Heaving the blade in its warm sheath, she paced back and forth with uneasy strides until, suddenly stooping, she muttered: "I must have been here half the night." A clock in the room pointed the hourof three. "Font hours; 1 wonder if he sleeps easily and dreams of home." Her body seemed formed for stealthy actions as sin 1 sped down the hall and through a half-hidden door into the room where Col. Farrington lav. "It is always so: give a tired beast a "good bed and he always sleeps," were the whispered words she spoke bend ing above him. She slowly re traced her steps to the labratory and re turned to the sleeping man, laden. She soaked a sponge in ether and applied it to his nostrils. When she was satisfied of its effect, she bound him. head. arms, legs, trunk, to the bed. Then she forced stimulants between his teeth from time to time, waiting with the pa tience of a woman for the outcome. 1 he spoon was to his lips, he stirred, she was close over him. Her scarlet dra peries drenched with the storm clung to her body, and every line seemed living. breathing, palpitating with interest: her hair hung Troth sides her face, and, wet with the rain, tossed with the wind, seemed to have caught the lightning in it too: her lips were parted and her eyes blazed to light a man's soul to hell. The sleeper stirred again. She sank back, seized his hand, put her lancet upon it, and all her eager attention became fixed as the earnest"" student in the dissecting room. She did the work carefully and neatly, and the man's cries grew mad dening to the walls. She held the sev ered iand up to view, the blood ran over ncr, she smiled and placed it to rest on -his breast, while with the skill of a conscientious surgeon she tied the arteries of the arm and bandaged it. She cut one gash upon the other arm, and then, her thirst for blood grown so great, her knife flew fast upon his body, laying open the flesh with every move, until with a quick, certain calculation she sent it clean into his heart. Never be fore on the night of all the hateful world went out such a shriek as with the last effort Zula Travers gave. It aroused the household, a principle of whose gov ernment was strict non-interference, and the members came rushing from their rooms. No one spoke as they gathered around the bed where the lie- Devil, her white face and shoulders streaked with blood, lay upon the breast of the man she had murdered— a wide , eyed, gibbering maniac. There was a loud sob, and Valeric, the Creole maid, broke tnroueh the little circle that surrounded the bed. "Hon Dieu! she has killed him." She snatched the knife from Zula's nerve less hold, and would have been the dead man's avenger had not Heinrich Schu mann's firm grasp stayed her. "Fool," he hissed between his set teeth, "he s would despise vengeance at your black hand, stand back! And you"— to the others— "leave me too. Heinrich Schu ; mann is not the anomaly among men 1 you have believed him. I have loved : ; this woman long and respected her self ! sufficiency. Now, in her time of need,, my love shall have its wii to serve her. I take her from the heart of the man who robbed her life, whom she has requited." Suiting his action to his words, he raised her in his arms, and stern and pale above his crimson bur den, he again commanded, "Go, every one of you." The horror of the scene shattered the superficial structures those men, that woman— associates— had built about their souls. With the pitiful look of a frightened child appealing for protection, Virginia Merton lifted her face to Jules Tilmont. who gathered her to his side and, with his arm about her, led her from the room. The passion, despair, rage, that showed on Francis Merton's face for an instant were awful to behold. Gaining half control of him self, he said to Valeric, seizing her harshly by the arm: "Come, girl; our separate hells lie before us. We have no choice but to enter." < -maw. THE MINUET. Grandma told me nil about it. Told me so I couldn't doubt it. llow she danced— graudma danced, Long ago, How she held her pretty head. How her dainty skirt she spread, How she turned her little toes- Smiling little human rose! Long ago. . audnia's hair was blight and sunny; Dimpled checks, too -an, how funny! Really quite a pretty girl, Long ago. Bless her! why, she wears a cap, Grandma does, and lakes a nap Rvery single day; and yet Grandma danced the minuet Long ago. -""'• " ,: ■*-•'■*.•. * '' -111 . IU. 1M1I„. Always knitting grandpa's stocking — (Every girl was taught to knit Long ago) ; Yet her figure is so neat, And her way sostaid and sweet, I can almost Bee her now, Bcndiug to her partner's bow, Long ago. Grandma says^pur modern jumping, Hopping, rushing, whirling, bumping, Would have shocked the gentlefolk. Long ago. >7o— they moved with stately grace. Every thing in proper place." Gliding slowly forward, then Slowly curtseying hack again, Long ago. Grandma say.*; tut boys were charming- Girls and boys, I mean, of course- Long ago. Bravely modest, grand shy— What if all of us should try- Just to feel like those who* met lv the graceful minuet Long ago. With the minuet In fashion. Who could fly into a passion* All would wear the calm they wore. Long ago. In time to come, If I. perchance, Should tell mv grandchild of our dance, I should really like to say, "We did it, dear, in some such way, Loßg ago." —Mary M. Dodge, va* ONLY ONE LEFT. 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