Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-04-07
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peering into the darkness. For moment
Dudley stood like one dead. Then. sup
porting himself against the statues marble
base. he said feebly:
''Senor Lotosa. You know not whom
you harbor. Pedro Garta is a villain. IT'S
he who abducted me and thrust me in yon-
der castle.
A piercing scream from lnez rang
through the court. She arose in all her
dignity and pointed at Pedro in scorn. lie
was pale with suppressed rage. Drawing
a stiletlo he advanced toward Dudley, who
lay beside the statue insensible. lneZ
caught him by the arm and whispered;
Don't hurt him, but come and see me to-
morrow morning :" She met his irown
with naive smile and cast contemptu-
Gus look upon Dudley.
Pedro stood over Dudley with his knife
raised. The Senior shielded his uncon-
scious guest. and said, emphatically: TO
morrow we shall start him home"
Pedro withdrew, mutter ne threats and
curses.
Dudley met with the kindest reception
from the family; they administered cor
dials, and Inez with her own hand, bathed
his brow.
One starit evening, Dudley and lnez
were walking on the promenade They
met many strolers. Some were talking
in the soft Andalusian tongue, and few
were silently contemplating the scene
around them.
Occasionally, pretty Senorta tripped
lightly by, returning from vespers, attend
ed by watchful duenna. A solitary
friar, in the sable garments OF his office,
ambled on his way in grave dignity. They
found a seat on a massive stone bench,
under a cypress tree, in the less frequent
ed part OF the gardens. Dudley glanced
at Inez. She looked inexpressiby sad.
He noticed her hand was in her bosom,
and her lips parted as if about to speak.
dudley she said, moment after
ward. al have wanted to tell you some
thing a long time. There seemed to be a
mystery about it | could not solve. The
day after you came, found rose on my
balcony. How it came there | can not
conjecture. nourshed the flower until
it faded. Then | preserved 1t in this, -
taking from her bosom a bijouterie, and
disclosing the same rose he had put in her
hair.
In his delight, Dudley learned toward
Inez-the trinket was attached to gold
en- chain which encircled her throat. Yes,
it was the same rose, how laded how
shrunken, but thought he: at is still
rose y Her warm breath was upon his
cheek. and he said:
''IHez, | can tell you all about it," She
looked at him in wonderment, and a sigh
of relief escaped her.
when you were in the court-the
same day you found the flower,-l picked
this rose from your favorite bush, and as
you stopped just then, put it in your
braid!" Inez still held the discolored
flower. Dudley looked into her face and
asked what she meant to do with the rose
keep it forever" she rer lied.
"My own dear Inez," said he. "lhis
flower represents my love. l gave it to
YOU with the rose. While the flower you
so tendcrly nurured, withered and died,
my love for you grew proportionately.
viii you still keep the rose Pr
Yes" said Inez.
"And will you accept my love, too ?"
81 will" she softly answered.
Dudley sealed her vow with kiss.
"Oh, Dudley" exclaimed she, "why
did you not tell me this before; you might
have saved me pain P"
WISH udu, TIC sdlu, leSttttuliJs
''but did not want to be in haste
Psyche won hopeless woe,
Reaching to take.
Wait till your lilies grow
Up from the lake."
IL don't know what ! should have
done,7 lnez murmured, chad | been in
supense much longer. For the pale lilies
sometimes grow so slowly. But" added
she, with little laugh as she replaced the
bijou, ''the rose shall be my favorite
flower"
Strolling homeward they seemed to
tread a new earth. How light seemed
their feet. Never did the stars shine so
brightly and look down so kindly upon
them. And the moon Had it been pure
gold, neither would have given their love
in exchange.
To this day Pedro Garta languishes In
dark, damp, prison cell. Spanish justice
is vigorous.
Inez was panied at his wretchcd fate.
but the increasing happiness she found ia
her transatlantic lover, dispelled every
sad reflection.
Soon afterward, the bans of Dudley
Durand and Inez Lotosa, were announced
at the Chapel Santiago" The suave
abbe, elegantly addicted to verses, COM
posed a pocm commemorating their be-
trothal, and upon it was embossed
rose. 1t seemed to rest as lightly upon
the tinted paper as it Flora herself had
flung it there