Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1881-04-20
Unfortunate Lovers.

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The last gleam of day was silvering tn,
waters of the Guadalquiver, at the mouti
of which stands the ancient city of Valencia
Above other buildings rose the tower o.
Miquilet, with its bell sending its solemn
tones far and near, calling the inhabitants
to prayer. Far as the eye could reach ex
tended the fertile valley Huerta de Valen
cha, studded with thriving villages, vine
yards and cottages, bound by :he sea In the
distance and surrounded by the lofty noun.
tains of Catalonia The stars were gem.
ming the fields of azure and the crescent
moon ascending the vault of heaven II
was indeed night of beauty-a scene tC
attune the mind to happiness and paace.
The service had ceased, and the congre.
cation was slowly departing from the
| Cathedral of Saint Cellius. Among the
last of the worshippers was young female,
closely sLrouded in a mantilla, yet of SO
thin a texture was it that her face and fig.
ure were almost perceptible. In her hand
she carried a fan of the most exquisite
workmanship, but seemingly more fol
| ornament than use behind her hoJbled an
old duenna, who with difficulty kept pace
with the tripping teet of Donna Isabella,
for such was the name of the maiden
Close by her side walked young and
, noble looking cavalier, whose deep dark
eyes were riveted upon her, while ever and
anon glances of recognition were exchanged
between them, till at length the Suspicion
ed aside the youth, and seizing the arm Of
her young charge. quilted her not till they
reached noble mansion in the neighbor-
hood of the ever verdant Gloriet.a.
But the young cavalier was not to be
thwartsed In his design, which was to con-
vey to his lady love billet of appointment,
nor was Donna Isabella deficient OF inven-
tion 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 Immediately seized by the young cava-
lier, who, lifting it unseen to the duenna.
slipped within its folds billet, and kneel-
ing. presented it to the blushing girl.
You are tee forward" muttered the
ancient lady. sit is well her brother is
not at hand else he would chastise thy In
science"
"He burst not" replied the cavalier,
"my blood Is as noble as that which flows
within the veins of any of the race of
Valasquez.
"HoIty, toity, we shall see that said
the old crone, ant, raising her voice, she
called for assistance.
Leave me, leave me, for the sake of
the virgin mother.'' imploringly spoke
Donna Isabella
You will meet me, then, as specified
within the billet :" said the youth.
Il will, l will, God willing, and an
opportunity offers. Now leave me-"
The youth hastily snatched her hand and
pressed it to his lips. The next moment
he was lost among the mazes of the Glor-
ietta.
The noise of the duenna had alarmed
the inmates of the mansion, who hastened
to her assistance, but the calm demeanor
of Isabella converted their alarm into
laughter, especially when she informed
them that the old DANES cries arose solely
from the polite attention Of a passing cava-
lier in rendering her her fan, which she had
accidentally dropped.
That night when the bell of Miquilet
told the midnight hour, Isabella stood in
the balcony, which overhung the garden.
A slight movement was soon heard among
the orange foliage and a tall figure, shroud-
ed in flowing mantle advanced and stood
beneath the balcony.
"Are you ready f" asked the mask.
~ aml' answered the maiden, in a
breath scarce awdible from terror.
'Secure then this ladder TO the rails and
descend And throwing ladder of
silken cords, 1t was caught by Isabella,
who, having fastened it as desired the next
moment was in the arms of her lover.
"Now, then, for the chapel of the Lady
Mother-ere morning you will be forever
mime
THAT morning you will never see,"
cried Don Henriquez, brother of Isabella,
advancing from an outrageous shrubbery
close by, "Traitor villain! would you
seek to dishonor the noble blood of Velas-
quaez? Draw, coward, and defend thyself 3"
With the speed of lighting were the
rapiers OF the opponents crossed, and with
the speed of lighling was that of Henriquez
buried in the heart of the mask-who, fall
ing, exclaimed; "Henriquez, you have
killed your prince!"
The alarm speedily brought the domes-
| tics to the scene of sIaughter-the mask
was removed from the face of the departed,
and too surely were the gallant features of
the noble Pedro. Prince of CASTLE and
Arragon, revealed to the horror stricken
gaze of Henriquez.
With difficulty did the domestics untwine
| the arms of Isabella from the body of her
lover. Sense had forsaken her, and when
she awoke to consciousness it was only to
murmur the name of Pedro with her dying
breath.
Mournful yet grand was the funeral of
the i'll fated Prince, and in pity to his love
was the sweet corpse of Isabella consigned
| to tine royal tomb to remain in death with
her lover, while weary of his life
Henriquez fed to Venice, and embarking,
Flung 1t away in battle with the Turk.
In the Cathedral of ST. CeIIius may yet
be seen the tomb of the unfortunate lovers.
1t stands in the east nave, containing the
brief and simple inscription
1.-THE TOMB OF AFFECTION"
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