The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1881-04-22
A Little Novel For . Cent.

Aittl0 NOVEL For y C6UC>
The last CLEAN of day was silverins
the waters Of the Granddaughter, at the
mouth of which stands the ancient CITY
OF Valencia. Above other buildings rost
the tower of Miquilet, with its bell send
ing its solemn tones far and near, call
ing the inhabitants to prayer. Far q
the eye could reach extended the fertile
Valley Huerta Valencia, studded with
thriving villages, vineyards and cot
tages, bound by the sea in the distance
a ID surrounded by the lofty mountains
OF Catalonia. The stars were gemming
the fields, of azure and the crescent
moon ascending the vault of heaven; il
was indeed night of beauty scene
GO attune the mind to happiness and
peace.
The service had ceased, and the con-
greg ition was slowly departing from
the Cathedral of Saint Cecilius. Among
the last of the worshipers was a young
female, closely shrouded in a mantilla,
yet of SO thin texture was it that her
face and figure we're almost perceptible.
In her hand she carried fan of the
most exquisite workmanship, but SEEM
ingiy more for ornament than nse; be-
hind her hobbled an old duenna, who
with difficulty kept pace with the trip
ping feet of Donna Isabella, for such
was the name of the maiden. Close by
he side walked young and noble
looking cavalier. whose deep dark ewas
riveted upon her, while ever and anon
glances of recognition were exchanged
between them, till at length the sus-
picion of the old lady was aroused, and,
Selling the arm of her young charge,
quilted her not until they reached
noble mansion in the neighborhood of
the ver-verdant Glorietta.
But the young cavalier was not to be
thwarted in his design, which was to con-
vey to his lady love a billet of appoint
ment, nor was Donna Isabella deficient
of invention in favoring the wishes of
her lover, for, just as she was on the
eve of ascending the stairs leading to
her mansion, she dropped her fan, as if
by accident. The opportunity was i'm
mediately seized by the young cavalier,
who, lifting it, unseen by the duenna,
slipped within its folds q billet, and
kneeling, presented it to the blushing
girl. IN IT'S eo;-.r~A r~r,r
You are too kind" murmured the
maiden in tones of silvery sweetness.
"Don't mention it, Belle" was the
cavaliers reply, as he gently brushed
away with a silk handkerchief the dust
that flecked his right boot.
At this moment the duenna began to
act impatiently. Leave me, Pedro"
said the young girl, imploringly.
You will not fail to meet me, as the
note says" he whispered, beseechingly.
+" You understand"
81 tumble" was the maids reply. i
That night. when the bell of Miquilet
told the midnight hour, Isabella stood in
her balcony, which overhung the gar
den. A slight movement was soon
heard among the orange foliage, and a
tall figure, shrouded in flowing mantle,
advanced and stood beneath the bal
cony.
care you ready?'' asked the mask.
go X" answered the maiden, in a
breath scarce audible from terror.
8 Secure, then, this ladder to the rails
and descend" And throwing ladder
of siiken cords, it was caught BY Isabel
L., who, having fastened it as desired,
the next moment she was in the arms of
her lover. 1
Now, then, for the chapel of the
nearest Justice of the Peace Ere the
s,o-glints fall upon the Alhambra saloon
V will he mine.'
That morning you must never see,"
cr,' maa who advanced from an UNI
hr sous shrubbery close by, and struck
p 20 a powerful blow behind the left
ear.
81 am slugged!'' cried the unfor-
tunats man, as he sank senseless into the
arms of his assailant, who bore him
swiftly away.
The next morning the Donna Isabella
was buried in grief and percale wrap
per Corsetless, and with tear-stained
cheeks, she sought her mother. "They
have taken my Pedro," she cried, de-
spairingly. "Who could have done
Up" E ~
cit must have been the ten-spot or
jack" responded the mother. ssNOthing
less than that can take the pedro.''
In one corner of the Valencia Gem
eiery may be seen grave, kept beauti-
full by flowers which loving hands have
strewn upon it. 1t is the grave Of the
Donna Isabella. She died at the age of
"a. having raised seven children. This
is not romantic, but you can bet on its
being center-spot on the truth
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