The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1885-04-14

voice and soft brown eyes bad touched
the malden's heart as none others had,
In the solitude Of her chamber she con-
fessed her love to the Virgin whose
sweet face beamed down upon her from
the altar.
A low, soft whisper reached her ears,
She leaned further over. There just be-
low the cornice, clinging to the heav4
vines which reached to the water, wsa
Guido: His. face was upturned. The
moonbeams falling upon his features, dis
closed the enraptured emotions thrilling
his heart, which shone from his eyes
and played about the corners OF biz
mouth.
Nearer be draws and then reaching be-
hand down Celena careesed the long cqs,k
which fell about his neck as her lips ut
ter softly utter "Guido." He presses .
kiss uron the lily fingers, which sends 9
thrill through her being. Then, ,one more
effort and his head is on level with
hers. Their lips meet in one long kiss,
whose very touch sends dart of exqui
site rapture to each heart Her voice In
soft whispers caution him half.reproach.
fully for his bold, dangerous intrusion.
"Ah, Celena, light Of my soul. angel
OF my heart, reproach me not. could
not sleep, could not live till MON had
not come"
Hush, Guido, not so loud. The room
within contains jealous ears. There is
much danger in this meeting, for II you
should be discovered all would be lost
"My love braves all for one sight ol
you. darling" be uttered.
Yes, and my love is yours, Guido
but We must use the utmost caution" she
whispered
"And will it ever have to be caution
dearest? What will be the end-the re.
suit ?"
"Ah, Guido, what ciu he the result p
And then, ere further words could be
spoken q rude band tore the curtain
aside and-Foli glared upon the lovers
"Furies! a man! Celena, child, whav
means this ?"
Before the terrified girl could speak
the balcony was crowded with guests
drawn there by the loud, angry words Of
fFoli.
Guido was a man, and his heart was
bursting with anxiety now that be knew
their love was no longer secret. What
would Foil think? What would the
naughty nohles think, who bent upon him
looks OF hatred and scorn2 He drew
himself up over the balcony and was
made prisoner in an instant.
"One word, Seignor," uttered he as
the men we're about to drag him away.
.'Not word! Away With him! On
the morrow-the Council SITS" thunder.
ed the enraged father.
A shudder passed through Celens's
form. She knew what the result would
be. A lifelong Imprisonment or the sx
When the morning sun arose, all We.
nice was wild with the news. Celens,
daughter of the stern Chief of the Coun.
Gil, loved nameless waif, common
gondolier. The proud mobiles wfo had
sued for her hand we're mad with rage
Their love had been scorned. With all
the wealth and distinction belonging to
their class, they we're not able to move
the fair ones heart, the rarest maiden in
Venice.
With the power which Foil possessed
it was an easy matter to trump up some
charge against the young man, whose
only crime has been to dare 10 lift bis
eyes in. love to fair Celena.
The workings of the mysterious Coan.
Gil OF ten are beyond the power OF the
outside world to reason against or gain.
say. More crimes than one have beer
done by this order, whose very name
causes the highest in the city to tremble
Condemned to imprisonment for life
For whatr Conspiracy against the gov
ernment. No man was ever less guilty
hut, the pride Of the chief is outraged
and he must be appeased.
Guido stepped upon the Bridge o.
Sighs. Through the small window The
sunlight streamed. Alb, how his sac
eyes dwell upon the scene before him
There reached afar the canal, over who's,
rlppling waters he had so often guided
bis gondola. There hrng the COLDER
sun, whose beams seem to mock him il
bis misery Never again could be hope
to gaze upon the glores of earth. OF wa
ter, or drink into his very soal the sun
light
| He turned from the easement, and
long drawn sigh wefled from his bosom
The cruel wallis took up the echoes, ant
tossed, and tossed them to and fro lik'
melancholy whisperings of death di-ges
Down, down into the chill depths o
the prison he was conveyed. He val
| thrust into narrow, i'll smelling cell.-
The guards passed out and the iron doc
changed shut, and Guido was buriec
dlUei
Celena's maid called her; TO response,
all was silent as death within her cham
ber. The door was burst open and ther,
upon her knees-her hands folded owe
her breast, her head bowed upon the al
tar where the sweet face OF the Virgin
1 beamed, was Celenas-dead.
Her heart had broken. Her love hat
been her very life. The object of he
pure affection was doomed to a livins
death by the unjust decree of the Coun
Gil Lie had no further Joys for be
bruised heart; and thus, with howe,
head, lips uttering prayers, she died il
the presence of her saint
Five years passed, and one mornin!
the servant handed rote to Mique
Foil, which read briefly as follows:
MfGuEL Foil:
I desire an interview
PoMBINCo,
Prince of Parma.
"Show the gentleman in," said Foil
after glancing at the note.
The door opened, and handsome
richly.dressed man OF so or S. years o
age entered. His mein is noble AM
courtly; and his face
"My God! Where have met 20
hefore9" calculated Foil, starting bacl
in amazement as his eyes fell upon th
others face.
u "Met nsef' returned the Prince. "Y o
have never met me, I think. Why d
you ask p
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