Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1854-07-27


py bllss,-and the king remembered that
there was another thing on earth beside
his wife.
f" Fear not, SIRE" said the old pilgrim
as he saw that Alfonso had started towards
Henry la Mutt. When YOU gave vour
wife and child into my hands, | could not
kill them. The wife [ hid away among
the mountains, and the child | left at the
porters lodge of this castle. That youth
that brave young knights the son of
your own blood-the offspring of your
own life l'
II was a bewildering moment for our
hero. He hardly gave credit to the evi-
dence OF his own senses until he felt him.
self clasped within the monarch's arms.
an9 heard the murmured blessings of his
father sounding in his ear Then ne real
lzed the heavenly truth that had burst
upon his life-page
Aud do you think that those three
the father, the mother, and the son-were
all that wept with joy2 Nay-hundreds
wept,-all within the spacious court
lords, knights, gentlemen, men-at-arms,
and peasants,-all, all wept
Now, Isabella"
The maiden looked up, and met the gaze
of Henry.
+" l am stainless, now"
At this moment, the old pilgrim spoke
. Sire. give NE your hand, now"
80, yes yes!" uttered the happy mon
arch. And my blessing be upon you l'
:" And you, Don Philip?
Ay, Montarrago," returned the old
duke. : I'll give thee my hand, now"
" Where is the bishop 2" asked the old
man, in a weaker tone 40, let him come
and pray for me Henry-Joanna-you
will bless me. know o, have done
some little work on earth of which / am
not ashamed. And those honest peas
ants, who have protected their queen
though they knew her not,-you must be
kind to them, sire. Where is the bish-
op 2n
The old prelate came, and kneeled by
the side of that couch. As he prayed.
the people gathered reverently around =
There was smile upon the face of the
pilgrim, and his hands were clasped upon
his BOSOM When the bishop arose to his
feet. he asked the old man if he could now
die In peace; but there was no answer
Henry moved up nearer, and again took
the pilgrims hand but it was cold and
lead like. The pilgrimage of life was
over, and the weary man had yielded up
his soul to the God from whom he hoped
for forgiveness.
On the next morning the castle was
alive at an early hour Henry walked
out into the court He had gone there
in hopes to be alone but in this he was
disappointed, for hundred men at arms
crowded about him, and he had to take a
hundred hands. Well, he was happy, even
though he could not be alone.
In the hall walked the king and queen.
They bad been weeping, for their checks
were wet.
" And am forgiven, Joanna-all for
given 2"
80, my husband, ask me nol that again
Only let me know that you love me still,
and | shall forget the past '
: Love thee !-ah my wife, all I fear
is that [ may forget there is any other
heaven save in my love for thee l-Ah,
here is my noble boy God bless you on
this fair morning, my son l''
In another place sat the duchess and
her daughter They, too, had been weep
ing and by them, stood the duke His
face was no longer stern; his brow was
no longer dark but the morning sun
sbone upon his countenance, and the JOY
beams were dancing there
An hour later. aud the friends of the
day before had just arisen from the break
fast table
= Stop. stop, my good bishop" cried AL
fonso. Where now %
" Business calls me to the city, sire, .
returned the prelate
g Not yet, not yet for, by my faith, l
will hold my good cousin, the duke, to his
promise, Don Philip. you gave me the
hand of the Lady Isabella to dispose OF
as pleased God forgive me if l came
near doing her an injury. But [ will
make amends for it now. You will not
refuse me, cousin ?"
No, sire" said Don Philip.
Then she shall yet wed with one
whom l shall choose. Henry, my son
come hther. bella-your hand
There" He placed their hands togeth
er. and then he looked into the maiden's
face
viii you be happy, now 2" be asked
while rich smile played over his feat
ures
Isabella bowed her head and wept-
but it was upon Henry's bosom she bow
ed, and her tears were but the joyful an
swcr she could not speak in words.
50 the bishop stopped and this time
the bridal party went to the chapel with
out interruption. The ceremony was per
formed, and when the party came again
into the court, the soldiers and the peas
ants shouted for joy. They blessed thei,
king and queen, and they blessed the
prince and his blushing, happy bride; and
then they shouted for the duke and The
duchess. In short, they shouted for eve
ry conceivable sort of joy, for the occasion
was big with joyous events.
The king, now happy with his long los
wife, forgot not the honest mountain peas
ants nor did he forget the old widowed
mother of the hunter Blanche found ;
place of honor by the restored queen
criminal was pardoned and fashioned int
a noble soldier-it Was Matteo