The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1878-01-15


older nov. This ensassnent troubles me. 1
This marriage i 20 repulsive to me. I
come here against ny own will; II 10 with ]
dissuss that I take single step in this AZ I
fair.
That will srieve the King, I know; the ,
thought Of this marriage has been q grea,
Joy to him.
1t would Be an advantage to him, that
know.
Are you acquainted with his daughter?
No. she is in . cloisser in Spain, and will
remain there until her marriage with you
But let Us not forget where We are. Of the
beauty Of this place there Is no doubt but
the question il. can We get out as easily As
We come in.
There is no necessity of il.
Do you wish to know whether anyone in
habits this cloistes or not : Shall I try the
door shall /.
No, let me; If in case il ID inhabited by
demon or magus, il IL better the danger
frst fall on me. led you on. There is
no one here.
Try to open the door.
II will not open.
Yes it will only try.
Well, there! Heavens. Godfrey! what
sight!
A demon!
What? q demon? Yes. believe it i. .
ray from the demon Of light. See! O. see.
A beautiful maiden on couch. She
sleeps.
She sleeps; only zee how her bosom rises
and falls a. she bresthes how . smile
hoven around her mouth - though she
knew OF our homsge.
IPray yon Tristan. let ne dee from this
place: this beautiful sight makes me un-
easy. All is 20 seducing-all 80 beautiful
this Is -7, cur feet are sur
rounded by invSible snares-let US fee.
Tristan. Where are you. Heavens! He
Is .lready enchanted. How he stands and
stares - il his feet had grown to the floor .
Tristan, come.
Speak lightly, Geoaery. 20 that we will
not wake her. II il sin to disturb the
peace and rest that Is diffused through
nature. This Is . holy place, cannot
come away.
II you will not fee, let us find out who
this lady is; let Us awake her.
No. 1t il a sim"
II you will not. then ! will.
q, audacious one! Hear! he calls
hear! He dare TO touch her hand.
Away! away: I cannot wake her she isun-
der the control Of some secret power. Come.
my heart forbades no good. We are in q
sanctuary that threatens death.
Let us fee from this holy place she
sleeps il is not gallant to be here.
Come. then.
Only one moment wait near BY and will
follow YOU.
He kneels-he presses kiss on her hand
he il lost in admiration. He loosens the
ribbon from her neck and takes il with
him. God be praised there lie is at last
have this picture deeply engraved upon
my heart it cannot be erased. Yes, lie,
US go and fear the Deity that rules in this
solitary place. But have firmly vowed
to come back sgain, and il am not mis-.
taken she listened to the vow, smiling
sweetly in her dreams. See, took this
ornament from her breast, just one glitterins
stone like the bit which David cnt from
Saul's mantle when he slept, to show tina,
the life Of the King had been in his
hands, this jewel shall be sign that my life
was in her hands, even though she slept.
Come Geofiery!
Martha! Bertrand!
o, there she. II, Geoaery!
Ihear some one speaking. Who Is there
lam stranger who has been en,iced in
here BY the beauty Of the place.
Give me you hand you have not been
here before. I do not know your voice.
Did you speak with Martha or Bertrand
when you come!
| / spoke to no one; . mere accident
brought me here.
Who is this with you?
Ny friend, = Troubadour and knight, beau
tifu' lady.
You are both welcome! Will yo1 not
come in the houee? 1t Is cooler in here.
Your hand ID warm. Ifeel your pulse beat,
are you not Thirsty? will bring you some
wine.
Oh, Geo6efy! what charming manners
What kindness and innocence in her noble
face! and her sweet voice!
You are right. I feel - though I was
enchanted when she speaka She Is cer-
tainly Of noble descent-but little caution
could do no harm-vhen the wine comes,
Tristan, do not drink il.
would gladly drink death from her
hands.
I bring you the vine my father drinks.
II is too strong for me; will you Try il?
To your health, my beautiful lady !!
Geofery drink
What wine! even Rene could not have
better. Beautiful ladv, We must VISIT .
rich, noble house; vine and beauty stir
music the in our souls, Therefore. receive
our thanks in the rythm Of song. Tristan
give me my guitar!
Oh, Tristan, did you ever hear such
music?
Hush! Listen!
Oh, beautiful lady. you have caught your
song from the nightingale. feel like the
smallest, poorest bird that dvells in your
forest, instead Of Troubadour. May ask
the question that hang on our lips! You
live here, secluded from the world, none Of
the knights and ladies Of Provance have
ever heard OF you. From what house did
you come? Who IL your father?