The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1868-12-25
Concluded from First Pags.)


ssAlas know not where ne 49, ano
\ "He hath left Zurich" -, -
'srhen let US weave a spell and bring him.
he said. ,o,oes tbat
night, saw him draw o circle VIII ssi . .,;-
figures in the centre on WINCH 1g bIue fame, and
in the ysidst of tho flame there came uP 'n0
"ouickIy. Zillah," whispered my kinsman
lie held paper towards me, and l. pIiSfIInnGG m SIanG
my finger. signed it with the gouS =, int1. the
that cans forth. Then he thrust IL lnVo .u. !.
FIRE. and the hand clutching 1t dlsaPpeatIuji I'D
anon rsich great darkness fell upon nio IN my -
in ~. felt drawn towards the 1re ILL IL
esCone hack Zillah! !" cried the earl, ana as
his hand seized mo tainted. EAceIe U rhs,,
this was the only time that ""S ""-'
IL W%sn VIZ named INV eyes to sonse again, inc
ce,,ar IA. FIRE. and the ring of Hame arosno slaa
the tripod were gone, and l saw only LUG '''0
of my iupsman leaning over me: ,,t
"Had YOU crossed the tire, zillah, you mus
have died. But your wish IS sran1ou' "n"S
did you desire 2" ,,;thor ond
1et hirn love me-" answered, as my eheehS
elowed with sudden shame. s,;r
The earl laughed at this. MOT so, my 1alr
witch: this is what was written"
And crossing the circle, TO where the ntc
Law dead, he lifted from 1t the paper, scorc4ee,
vet moi burned. And on it I read thus Lct
yyts ytHs ,sf. oF Inabrose be accursed, lot her die
an the wicked DIG. and let the heart OF her
husband be turned against her l nuag
the paper from my hand, and burst INTO bitter
tears. e.,,ot ,;l-o on
evil woman should scatter curses on enc ln-
pocsntP Iwlsh no evil TO the wife OF Amorose'
let her be whom she may. IL was oi0e' W w.
81 thought tho spoil would suit thy jealous
nature" said the earl. "And take need tnou no..
marry him not thyself. It was to hinder THIS
that wrote it." ~,
Nv soul was sick for sorrow, when In the
morning aweks and remembered this as
dream.
so Z;lIah. have found thee at last?"
Tt was the voice Of Ambrose, and shrieksd
aloud for fear. He looked worn eno weary,
and he was clad poorly in pilgrims saro.
BE seized my palfrsy by the rem; and stoop-
ing he kissed my hand. o,.
Sls the Lady Beatrice near by, Ambrose r
I sald in trembling voice.
s.Baatrice has deserted me-" ne answered,
and his face flushed scornfully. "haye you
not heard, Zillah, how the English ambassa-
dor at Paris SO 1t messengers to her, saying his
king had restored her fathers lands? And
ret needing my prayer, she departed with the
rotinua sent for hor."
brose."
oAnd found her great lady, too proud to
give smile TO old friends. Siuce then have
sought thee and thy father, zillah, In much
painful wandering"
So brought Ambrose to the carl, And 1t
was settled he shsuld help my tither in tho
great work going on in the castle: Thus sGT
him every day, and loved him better than OF
old, and being freed now froR his love for Bea-
trice, his heart turned to me, and he loved ME
ss dearly as man ever loved woman.
s.Ziilab. !" he said once, ~ think 1 have loved
'hee always, but Beatrice made mo fear thee
.omewhat. She swore she saw thee ley spell
upon an old fish-wIfc, who beat little child
with cruel hand. And under this spell the
hag belabored her own visage till she shrlsked
to thee for mercy" :,
Ilarghed, and yet I trembled. "'Tis true" !"
said; 81 have some such power. Some can
make sing and dance, laugh or cry; cannot
do this with altpeople. And know not what
the gift may be; but surely, Ambrose, 1t is
not witchcraft?"
ihe hue of death, Beware, Zillah, OF that
power; be not tempted to use it. 1t Is OF the
Evil one. and it will destroy thee"
So, fearing to lose his love, dared not
tell him OF the secret soreeries to which tno
earl had forced me; but feignea illness, and
refused again and again to go to the magic
chamber, till my kinsman grew angry and dealt
roughly with me. Then I teld Ambrose Of his
hardness, and we two, being resolved to neo,
went to priest and were married secretly.
fafasei Ki is lpgsEa4 # hsnaaae ana Hs
finished. And dcring this delay, there was
brought to the castle litter, closely curtainsd
guarded BY armed men, and saw ahght from
it Beatrics-the Lady Beatrice Damorno
She spoke courteously to my father and AM
brose; but as she passed me, she drew away
her robe, and muttered-
&. ST like not wltch-biood.p.
2 That night wept bitterly at my husbands
knee, and besought hlm to leave this evil cas-
tie. Then With kisses and kind words he
soothed me, saying he would wait till the earl's
treasurer had paid him for his work, thei. nc
would 60.
The next day a whisper ran through the
household that the earl would we'd his ward
son-came to me with white face, and ASKED
If it was true.
I said '.yes" with my eyes, not daring to
speak. Then the child put his arms about me,
and leant his check against mine.
s.ZilIah," he said, 81 have but thee IN the
world do not forsale me for yon cold-hearted
painter. love thee million times better
than he can love. Tarry for me, Zilat, till |
be man; then will make thee lady. and
thou shalt never weep again."
"Come away from the witch, boy!" cried o
sharp voice.
IL MAS tho Lady Beatrice, who had stolen
softly on US a. We SAT in the embrasured win
dow. And at her bidding the child's small
arms fell down from my neck, and, with lips
qulverlng, and fearful eyes looking back on
me, he went with her, she dragging him by the
hand.
Tnat evening, as I sat alone spinning, the
earl oame upon me suddenly.
"Zillah,' he said sternly, II will not have
my ehild's heart turned against the lady who is
to be his mother"
''She lies, if shs says did it!'' answered
scorntully. Then my courage failed, and fell
on ny knees.
my lord. ! have troubled your Roof too long;
let me depart"
Put aside such thought forever, Zillah,"
he said in FIN voice. Thou art my guest
or, prisoner, if thou wilt-tor hfe. Come to
the secret chamber to. night and burn me there
the waxen ef6gy Of mine ensmy-the man who
stands next the king"
81 cannot do your bidding. my lord" an
swered; sfor my husband, tU whom 1 owe
holier obedience, has commanded mo to cease
these arts."
'sThy husband, grill Who is thy husband?"
s'Ambrose, the painter, my lord"
Even tere in the close prison I shrink from
thought of the esrl's fury. He struck me to
the ground in sudden frenzy; but as I
crouched, fearing a second blow, [ felt his
strong arms wind about me, and his lI stlded
ryxrirl Ia