The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1876-11-09
LEaEND OF OLD EPAIN.
BY JEAN DUMONT.

The heavens above all glad with crimson ayes,
And floating oceans Of enpurpled skies,
Hung with their glorles III the DalIny ar,
Like golden curtains high suspended there.
Dim in the darkness of receding night
Grand and majestic in the morning light
Stood the ancient castle OF .tctera DE Lone
OF ,nany don the birth place and the home. |
Its massive walls were battle scared and gray, |
The scene Of festive mirtL, and deadly trey,
High on those battlement's wild giddy height, !
There stands lady fair and noble knight;
tTis the noble Don Alfonzo Bertram
And the fair lady Isabelle DeStram. II
But why, on the heights OF ''Stera DE Lone"
Sit they unattended, at this strange hour alone
Tiseventide, the sun has sank to rest,
Gliding in gorgeous splendor the red west,
The fast approaching hearselike train OF night
Had thrown DER ali deep and shadowy light.
The favoritc hour, this; lovers Seek
SecIusion III some quiet lone retreat:
Don Pedro De Stroln, The old castles lord
Was vainly seeking better health abroad,
And in his absence his daughter Isabelle
Was queen of castle, and all around as well.
And rich heritage it was, for all SPAN
Could lot produce another such domain
Standing beneath the noble old arch gray,
Isabelle watched the day light melt away;
Then seeking the garden she tr1pped along
Singing in bird like tones an nnclent song.
She seemed quite merry without ought to fear,
She seemed TO KNOW LuaI 6OucUOuy Woo ACoAS
Turning at last into grove OF trees,
She came upon bower walled with leaves
So thick the vines no enterance could be seen;
She disappeared behind the leafy screen.
AS the shades of night drew on, Alfonz0 rose
And buckling on his trusty sword and hose,
He left the castle with hasty stride,
And roamed down to the placid rivers side.
Buried in thought for half ali hour or more,
AlcopaO vnucod down nv the rivers shore
She certainly must have reached the bower
Then starting, he muttered, cts past the hour. !"
And turning, he with Quickened step did
move
Away, direct towards the cypress grove,
Reaching the hover. he knelt among the vines,
these line:
"Oh, lady fair, if thou art near,
And can my supplication hear,
Oh, shut me not ut from thy bower,
But let me be thy guest, one hour"
Scarce had his rich tones died on the breeze,
sRre from the bower beneath the trees,
There came the strains clear as the nightingale
Filling with sweetest music hill and vale,
The following reply unto the knight
Which filed his breast with strange delight:
"Oh. valiant knight, hear thy prayer,
This bower with me one hour to share;
And this my answer take, Sir knight,
await thy coming, with delight"
The last word died away in echoes sweet,
And Don Altonzo, springing to his feet,
Within the sacred bower quickly pressed,
And drew the willing fair one to his breast,
He held her fondly in a close embrace
And kissed, and kissed again her upturned
face.
The silver moon now far upon her way,
Had turned the darkness almost into day,
The balmy air sang i'll gentle breeze
Through the leafy boughs of the cypres trees,
And teened with the fragrance of q thousand
flowers
For happy lovers What sweet blissful houers,
Free from restraint upon that rustic seat,
The lovers sat in close communion sweet ::
Time moved apace, our lovers took no heeh
Alfonzo had dispatched, on trusty steed -
A messenger, to intercept thedon
TO crave his favor and his blessing on =.
Their love. Thus three mpnths passed away
When came there to "De LONE" one day
A messenger, with steed all white as foam,
Quite unattended, by himself alone.
This rider WAS to Don Pedro vassel.
And brought unto the lady OF the castle.
A note, announcing that the Don in state
Would on the morrow reach the castle gate;
The note was briefly pend. the Don sale
mught
OF the allegiance which Alfonxo sougLe:
And thus, twix hope and fear the lovers spen
The night in prayers upon the battlement.
The morrow came, the glorious God Of day
Had travelled far upon his western way,
When Don PedrpS vast routine hove III sight
And filed the castle era the fall Of night.
The ancient banquet hall upon that night
Prom pave to dome was feirce aglow with ligh
And there announced the Don mid pealing bel
The betrothal Of the lady Isabelle
Re Don Alfonzo Bertram, whose old name
Was ranked among the noblest i'll all Spain.
Twas Christmas; the first mobiles in all Spai
Had travelled far Ger distant hill and plain
To .'Stera de LONE" where now they patien
wait
In all the granduer pomp and show Of state
To witness the bridal Of the last heir
To all these broad domains SO rfch and fair.
The wedding march, b. the old Don led on
Wended its way to the chapel "St. John"
And thus erethe sun had passed MONDAY