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rushed upon me, Iell. leli as iallS q
soldier, mother
.Dl Luna! And so he rendered thee
reward tor the life thou gavest him,
when he stood before thee in duel, and
was conquered! Thou shouldst love Di
Luna, cen rs thy brother; Dl Luna,
whom thou, my son, hast spared And
she laughed scorniully.
Il do not know why, but when my
sword was pointed at him-when the
next moment should have slain him
some power held back my sword, and l
heard whispered ir my ear .Mercy!'
But ii again thou meetest him, thou
dost promise to slay him-without mer-
cy? Slay him. she said again, as If to
herself. and turned away without wait
Ing for his reply. As she turned,
trumpet sounded near at hand. A herald
appeared and brought Maurice u scrol
IRON the rebel Chief in whose ranks he
and his people now fought. he strong
hold, Caslellor, had been wrested from
the roy alists, and Manrico was ordered
to take ITS command. The scroll also
incidentally mentioned that Lady Leo
nora. believing in Manrico's death in the
late fight, was about to take the veil in
a neighboring convent.
| The GYPSY mother saw him turn and
quickly fling his cloak about him and
place his helmet on his head. WHITTIER
goest thou, my son?' He replied that
he went to duty at the command OF his
general. She said, Il command thee,
stay And thy wound! thou must not
leave me, 1t may open again, and if am
not near thee. son, thou mayst die !;
| therefore theu shalt not 60
For answer, he wrapped his cloak
more closely about him. She threaten
ed him, but it was useless. Soon she
was gazing alter him as he wended his
way down a mountain pass.
| Now the scene is shifted to the cleis-
ters OF a convent, where the luckless
Leonora was about to take the vows
that were to separate her forever from
the world. Love had humiliated and de-
graded the count, as it hath humiliated
and degraded many a better man. AS
he could not honestly possess himself of
Lady Leonora, he had come now to steal
her-tear her away from the altar. He
had not come alone, for love had also
made him coward. He had brought
with him a score or so of his followers
to snatch her from amongst host of
women.
The scene shows them hiding behind
pillars and in shadows, creeping softly
and meanly, as robbers and towards do
Then came the widowed Lady Leo.
nora, surrounded by old friends, who
would fain accompany her to the door
of her lifelong prison. She sighed as
she heard the low religious chant from
within the walls of the convent. which
were henceforth to shut in all her hopes
But she was determined. He was dead
her love-killed on the battlefield,
and she would mourn for him in The
silence of convent cell. She said tt
her attendants, with good hearty OLE
friends, see me to the altar. and Them
, long FAREWELL But as she turned to
ward the sacred door the count came
, quickly from behind Il broken pillar
and tremhlingly SAID, 'Naught can sav'
thee-thou art mine She screamet
! 'Mercyr
He exclaimed There is no Manric'
I now to save thee. He Is dead-he i
7 dead He ran toward her, but sudden
!, ly stopped, aud trembled like coward
: as he was; for there, standing between
: him ard his expected prize. was tn
| there Was the very man he had see
] fall on the field or, was IL his shade !?
: LeOnora ran to him and, with grea
), cry, threw herself upon his breast, aite
3 an instant of doubt and hesitation. TO
d she. too, believed her lover was not {
this world
The CONSERVATION OF the dastardl
count hardly gave him much time iC
u de liberation; but. on signal, his TO-
8 lowers swarmed out from their hidiu
> places and surrounded the lovers. Bu
): they reckoned without their host, to
the next instant Manrico's band swarm
} ed il and protected him and LeonOr
!. with trusty arms. In vain the coul
y drew his sword and rushed upon til
- troubadour. Twenty swords were poin
IS ed at him-twenty swords that in an II
IS stanI would have touched his hear
- But their leader, Maurice, who still su
tered from his wound, bade them spal
q him.
$. So the count yet stood alive in II
}, midst OF his followers; stood, unsubdut
ft by the mercy which had now been show
10 HIM; stood, and vowed vengean'
10 against his gentle foe; stood, and curs'
20 him as he led the lady away-away fro
70 him, the rival; away from the conven
!. away to Castellor, which had fallen in
OF the hands of the rebels, and whose go
NJ ernor was Manrico, the warrior mi
lg strel.
,i- This spendld act IS known as T
Gipsy's Son. and abeunds in beautll
re music. But we will hurry on with o
d, story.
re 1t is generally fault to show mer
o, to heartless man. The Count di Lu
hold his lie by the great mercy of Il
y gypsy stranger, but he determined 70
In duce the castle, whose master was til
le gypsy. hoping that he ght yet destr
:! a hated rival. No breath OF gratitu
ut was in his heart. He thought only
9. revenge and turned his lace away ire
T. the light. His camp was pitched with
~ a mile OF the doomed castle, and
sd soldiers were lying about, singing, pla
eI ing, gambling and polishing up the
ne arms. Soon the soldier, Fernando, W
J. who was walking moodily amidst t
III troopers. He cried out, lone has sci
W ed gypsy woman. general. She is
SPy, pViuapS. 4uc COlluI Ieplltu, Il
ne her be brought hither," and looking u
lis as the sound OF tramping mixed wi
slnothered cries reached his ears,
'ir saw middle-aged, stern-looking gip
In woman being dragged toward HIM
p hal a dozen thick bearded men. S
o. showed no fear, but she cried .'Whel
H. lore do ye thus treat me! What e,
~ have done ye!" Then the count call
~ her to him and bade her answer hi
re truly. She said, ''That shall be as Il
us questions are"
TO WHITTIER gocst thou?''
'S ''Whither the gipsies ever go. To t
~ north OR to the south. sometimes we.
OK ward. yet ever Gladly to the east
u. what wouldst thou?'
sc My son. l only crave my dear, de
ne son. He hath left me and seek b
Thou trembest. Perch .uce thou hs
lost a mother
ne i seem to know thy features. VIII
~ my Younger brother was stolen, the W
IN man who did carry hlm away was Ii
- thee and he seemed to be thinki
er aloud, rather than addressing the zip.
I'd as he continued. Fifteen years-ilte
~ long years since lost my Young
ne brother
tn Thou art, then, the Count di Luna
IN and seeing that she had spoken hasti
MS soon as she had uttered the words 5
began to Ience with them