The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-12-20
A SPANISH TALE.

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A SPANISH TALE.
Don Truxillo, Of CASTLE, was blessed with
beautiful daughter named Dolores. He
was bent on compelling her to marry Senior
D. Aracene; but the fair maiden revolted,
and the threat Of her father was uttered
that, if she did not yield to his commands,
the convent of Santa Isabel would receive
another votary, Dolores yielded, but only to
avoid the convent, and 10 D. AraCene she
expressed herself as having no love or re-
spect for him, and, when he sought to kiss
her, with frantic strength she pushed him
away, and, with flashing eyes and fierce
speech, said to him: "Senor D. Aracene, il
is decreed that in two months time l shall
be your bride, and there is no other choice
left me but nuns cell. But mark me well,
until the law binds us in one, no kiss of
thine shall press my lips, no embrace OF
thine enfold me | must be left as free as
air, to enjoy as best l may the little time
that remains to me, ere l am bound in
hated slavery. If am not granted this,
will find a way to escape thee, even if it be
my death. Shall it be as have said ?"
D. Aracene felt compelled to accede to her
demand, but he haughtily responded that
when she became his wife she would repent
o. having shown her dislike. He hastily
withdrew from her presence.
The days flew drearily yet swiftly on. One
sunny afternoon, she was seated in her
fathers garden, in a lovely spot, in a half
dreamy reverie, when suddenly she was
startled by hearing a voice cry out to her
tenderly and softly: '..
"Dolores Doloresp She started with
slight scream, and soon found herself in the
outstrctched arms of Valencia Leonata. lie
had heard rumors of her intended marriage,
and had hastened to her side to rescue her
was that of ardent lovers, and listening to
Valencio's promises, she declared to him
that If he would rescue her from her dread
ful marriage she would follow him even to
the ends Of the earth. They agreed upon
meeting the next day, when she would fly
with her lover away from her stern, re,
lentless father.
The hour arrived. Valencia appeared,
having secured two horses saddled and
bridled. They rode away to neighboring
parde, and were united in wedlock. Then
they departed with all possible speed away
along the broad road, northward. AS day
dawned, they heard rapid hoof beats after
them, and, casting startled look behind,
Dolores saw her father and D. Aracene pur-
suing them. A race of life and death began,
but alas Dolores's horse stumble aud fell,
and Valencio,unwlling to desert her,sprang
| TO her assistance.
With rage and hate in their bosoms, the
pnrsuers overlook them, and the Don
haughtily cried;
"Dulores, how is it find thee, the plight
ed bride of Senior D. Aracene, here at this
hour with stranger"
"He is no stranger to me, my father; it is
Valencia LeoData, and he is my husband"
"Thy husband, foolish child prate not
to me of husbands. The only one | shall
ever know will be the senior by my side and
he now bids thee, as his bride elect, to quit
the arms of yonder man, aud seek his own. "
Valencia, clasping Dolores TO his bosom,
firmly declared her to be his wife, and be-
seeched Don Truxillo to take back his cruel
words, and let them depart in peace.
The imperious Don, without n moments
hesitation, drew pistol from his belt aud
fired at the unfortunate youth, who fell at
his brides feet corpse, while she, half
frenzied, knelt beside him. Coolly, he then
gave orders to Senior D. Aracene to take back
his bride then, turning his horse, without
one glance at his distracted daughter,he rode
away.
The senior, dsmountng, advanced to the
side of the stricken girl, saying gently as he
could:
"Senorita, this is buta sorry place for thee
and thy father has hidden me conduct thee
home. Wilt thou come?'
DhoIes pdsslhhdVe Bllol hou gwen paw
to dull stupor, and she made no resistance
to being conducted home. From that houl
to the hour appointed for her bridal she was
listless and unconcerned. When the day
came, she permitted them to array her in
the cleaning robes and place the costly
Jewels upon her neck and arms. Then,when
all was done, they bade her look in the mir
ror, and with a start she seemed TO realize
for the first time what all the hustle signi
fed. When her attendant departed from
the room, she swiftly glided to a little cabi
net, and touching a secret spring, a tiny
drawer flew out, in which lay a cleaning
dagger scarce six inches in length, with the
handle incrusted with gems. She concealed il
m her bosom, and then calmly awaited the
ceremony. Like a stately marble statue she
stood while it was being performed. Only once
did she raise her eyes, aud then il was lC
encounter the stern, relentless gaze Of hei
father beneath which her own quickly
drooped. The bridegroom turned, with
outstretched hands, to greet his bride. Al
his dark, detested face was bent over hers
she started back with a fierce, vengelu
scream, and raised aloft her beautiful arm
and clenched hand, in which the tiny dag
ger now cleaned. In an instant it was up
lifted, and with all the force passion could
summon to her, it was plunged into the
heart of the bridegroom.
Near the banks of the bright GuadalquiyeI
surrounded by some Of the fairest scenery oi
smiling Spain, stands the convent of Santa
Isabel. Within It's walls there still lives a
nun who, Tor twenty years has never looked
upon the bright orb of bay, or the beautiful
scenery that surrounds the convent. Forty
years have not yet passed over her head, and
yer il is snowy white, while in the stretesi
tasts and severest penances now passes The
time Of her who was ouce the beautiful and
blooming Dolores TruXiilo.