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


blindness?
She does not know that she is blind.
Does not know it herself. You iest With
ne.
No, Sir knight, no, you will soon d,ecov.
r that what / say is true. You must be
cautious, and not speak single word to To-
lanthe that has any connection With the
sense OF sight. That is the only condition
upon which you can enter here. You must
not speak Of the brightness OF the day, the
mild light of the moon. nor the glittering
stars. Alas. the deep night with which she
is surrounded il not soxn with stars.
Why does the King keep her ignorant Of
her condition?
She will have very brilliant future il
all comes to pass as We wish, and he fears,
and not without reason, that the knowledge
Of her blindness would make her sad that
a shadow would hang over the clear light
of her soul, which Is the most beautiful or.
nament to a princes throne. Therefore,
they seek to keep this knowledge far from
her.
That is why she lives here, apart from the
world is il?
Yes, that is the reason. This quiet
valley concealed between the noun.
tains Of Vancluse, is only known
to few. Here she has grown up with the
flowers, the plants and the trees. She
knows every spot and walks With perfec,
safety. She has instruction, also. She car
spin and weave, and is skilled in many
handiworks. She cares for the garden her
self-so is ever occupied-ever happy. In
the twilight hours size muses. or comPoses
poetry.
How, she poetry
Yes. the king himself taught her the art
Of the Troubadors. She composes serse.
that \ master would no: be ashamed Of.
But one thing is not clear to me. She
Ii res here with you, all the rest Of the world
is shut cut from her, does she believe thi.
is the whole world?
Ioianthe is not so alone rs you might
suppose. The cloisier of St. Clara, As you
know. is just beyond the mountains. Thu
abbess and some of the nuns often visit u,
here, and sometimes, but only seldom, th,
the king allows 4 stranger to visit us.
Where j. lolanihe now.
She sleeps.
She sleeps. at his house?
She has done that for some time, an heu
every day. II is the order Of the physician
This sleep docs no; seem natural to me.
do not understand it. At secret wor,
and sign from Ehn Yshid, she sinks int,
deep sleep, then he lays \ polished stone
set in gold. on her breast. perhaps i, is :
talisman, perhaps holy amulet. The sc
cret do not understand.
hear some one ring, Bertrand.
Perhaps il is the King.
Does the king visit you often?
Ies, when he is at his castle, sometime
he comes and stays whole month, bu
often he makes long journeys and is gon
for weeks.
Tell me. does Iolanthe know that he
father is King,
No, it would DO no good, she only know
him as her father. We call him Sir Ksym
bout, that is the name Of one Of the oil,
Troubadours. There comes the King. II
meets Ebn Yahid.
What is your hope to-day, most learne,
physician?
l have the highest hope most noble King
but one thing must tell YOU, have . sc.
cret art OF healing, which I cannot easil,
explain TO Won, one thing however Is neces
sary. Before can succeed your daughter
must thoroughly understand her condition
Until recently il was thought the sense O
sight lay in the eye, but it does not come
from the deepest soul. We must open tn
inner eyes before We Can open the outel
ones. She must have a longing to see tn
light.
What, now, to-day?
Yes, when the sun has just sunk benin,
the mountains and all is still IN the valley
while the mild twilight tarries. il the bes
time for me- Her eyes can become accus
toned to the light.
All. Ebn Yahid i, cannot BE- What IL
you should not succeed? Her ignorance i
her happiness. From day TO day, from
hour to hour. have waited for this mo
ment, now 1t comes only to bring anguish
to my soul. When the sun sinks, with i
sinks my last hope. So let it be.
We must succeed to-day or never.
Ii will be never. Let US 60 out frou
this place, can not stand il here. Oh, my
child, my child, cannot do it, no, It is i'm
possible,
Take care, We are in thick darkness.
Wait, here is a door.
Indeed, . door?
Yes, Godfrey, and here is a--there
it opens. What do behold?
Heavens what perfume from flowers
Here's great garden, here between thu
mountains, what beauty, only see the or
der?
Who is the owner of this place, GoeG.
rey? You are acquainted with this coun.
try. and live near here.
Yes, know that. but never dreamed Of
this garden. What southern splendor
what bloom Of rare flowers see the high
palms.
And zee the palace there! How charm.
ing; half covered with ivy and roses. But
the inhabitants e?
see no one. believe this whole gar
den was changed in night. when Endy.