The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-30

the waters OF the GuaQalquiXer, at the
mouth of which stands the ancient CITY
of Valencia. Above other buildings rose
the tower of Miquilet, with its bell send
ing its solemn tones far,apd near; call
ing the inhabitants to prayer. Far! as
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
and surrounded by the lofty mountains
OF Catalonia The stars were gemming
the fields of azure and the crescent
moon ascending the vault of heaven; it
was indeed a night of beauty77a scene
to attune the mind to happiness and
peace.
The service had ceased, and the con-
gregation was slowly departing from
the Cathedral of Saint Cecilius. Among
the last of the worshipers was young
female, closely shrouded in a mantilla,
vet of so thin texture was it that her
face and figure were almost perceptible.
In her hand she carried fan of the
most exquisite workmanship, bat SEEM
ingly more foriornament than use; 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
her side walked young and noble
looking cavalier, whosedeep dark eye was
riweted upon her, while ever and anon
glanees of recognition were exchanged
between them, till at length the sus-
picion of the old lady was aroused, and,
seizing the arm of her young charge,
quilted her not until they reached a
noble mansion in the neighborhood OF
the ever-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 tC
her mansion, she dropped her fan, as il
by accident. Ia The opportunity was i'm.
mediately seized by the young cavalier,
who, lifting it, unseen by the duenna
slipped within it's folds billet, and
kneeling, presented it to the blushing
girl. III b. ..s,rr,n 45, H.. ..,.l-
I" You are too kind" murmured the
maiden in tones Of silvery sweetness.
t"Doh't mention it, Belle" was the
cavaliers reply, las he gently brushed
away with a silk handkerchief the dus
that fecked his right boot. .......
At this moment the duenna began tc
act impatiently. "Leave me, Pedro, )
said the young girl, imploringly. r..
"You will not fail to meet me, as thu
note says" he whispered, beseechingly
"You understand"
F" l tumble" was the maid reply
That night, when the bell of Miquile
told the midnight hour, Isabella stood il
her balcony, which overhung the gar
den. A slight movement was soor
heard among the orange foliage, and
tall figure, shrouded in flowing mantle
advanced and stood beneath the bal
"Are you readyp'' asked the mask.
go K!" answered the maiden, in ;
breath scarce audible from terror. -''
s'Secure, then, this ladder to the rail-
and descend" And throwing a ladder
of silken cords, it was caught by Isabel,
la, who, having fastened it as desired
the next moment she was in the arms o.
her lover. 1853 l'.' .E'.. i..N .d-ey
Snow, then, for the chapel of thu
nearest Justice of the Peace. Ere thu
sun-glints fall upon the Alhambra saloor
you will be mine"
"That morning you must never see,
cried man who advanced from an UNI
brageous shrubbery close by, and strucl
Pedro powerful blow behind the lief
ear. t..4.t
al am slugged!" cried the unfor
tunate man, as he sank senseless into tn,
arms of his assailant, who bore hin
| swiftly away. el'iz!>iu1 .s.u-slt. ~
The next morning the Donna Isabel;
was buried in grief and a percale wrap
per. Corsetless, and with tear-stainet
cheeks, she sought her mother. "The,
have taken my Pedro she cried, de
spairingly. "Who could have don
ftp" }7'C GOOD -tto 991ni i-G1' 2.
ssIt must have been the ten-spot o
jack, )" responded the mother. "Nothin!
less than that can take the pedro"
In one corner of the Valencia Gem
etery may be seen a grave, kept beauti
full by flowers which loving hands hav
strewn upon it. 1t is the grave of tn
Donna Isabella. She died at the age 0
"a, having raised seven, children. Thi
is not romantic, but you can bet on it
being a center-spot on the TRUTH
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