The Wahpeton times., 1889-08-15

erst fhave bat ons q shsd sor, you; were II
my honor, ! would ding II at your feet, but
the faith Of my parents-O Gulnare! how
can / tell you how many times my mother
comes to me In dreams, her long black hair
streaming over her shoulders, and her eyes
full Of tears-Leonidas, my son! she cries
to me, by all Of our holy prophets beseech
you to cling to the true faith o Gulnare!
think Of It, and when see you, dearest,
even my best resolutions, my tenderest
memories seem fading away, and say to
myself, Hindoo, Turk, Jew or Christian
what should I carei cannot live without
her!" ,-.
He spoke with the intensity of his race
and cline. his rude eloquence stirring the
heart Of the young girl with Q force she had
never oxperienced before.
They glided on in silence few moments.
then Gulnare spoke:
my Leonidas" said she. 'swhateyer
your belief may be, know not. That 1t is
something powerful I acknowledge, or It
coula not hold you in It's grasp; but what
care we at present. We are together to.
day with none to dispute the right Is IL
not enoughl"
Her glorious eyes, dark as night and ius.
trous as starshine, met his, his hands trem.
bled, that look fred his whole soul, and for
moment he lost his self-command.
Her hands lay clasped in her lap.
He reached forward and took them in his
own. His burning lips touched them and
he looked ct her with an alteration 40 in.
tense, love 20 passionate that she could
not meet his gaze.
Tho o,l}ttorino s,.,~o. .~a ..,s.,.. -
Palma were in sight now; yonder, In the
fierce sunlight, CLEANED the royal palace,
and near 1t with rushing sound and q
wild, tumultuous music, fell the waters Of
the Xemor.
The little boat shot under the arches of
the Ponte Rosa and disappeared from
At the corner Of, the street by the foun.
tain of St. Jerome, stood two men, evident
" Spanish citizens. eagerly converting over
scrap Of paper, which had the appearance
OF play bill and which bore these words:
"Pagantai fara ssnttrs q swo violino."
"They say he is in league with the devil"
said one OF the men, land thou remember
est, Juan, the night In Madrid, when the
city was sleeping, but the heart Of tho
woods was alive and he walked down the
long avenue In the moonlight and the very
birds paused and listened.''
eyes, Jose, !" answered tho other; ssthey
paused because the notes wore like theirs,
only more exquisite and high, and the next
morning the journals were full Of tina
strange whistler"
"So he comes here tomorrow night; we'll
perhaps we may see each other there. They
say he is great man as well as musician;
here comes Manuel in hot haste. What has
happaueda"
A third figure joined them.
"Have you heard the news1" cried he
who was called Manuel
"Newsl no. What newsla exclaimed the
other two, In q breath.
"Carlos de Muyez has discovered that
Gulnare's lover Is Greek Jew, and has
sworn to kill him IL he ever comes near her
again"
'tDios nstosl poor children!" said Jose.
''and they are both here this afternoon.
And 30 Carlos has just found out the
truthl"
(which he might have known long sgo,
had he sense enough to understand the
bit Of yellow in the boys cap" gsum-
bled Juan.
"Alas yes! but parents are blind some.
times," answered Manuel. "a good day to
you. gentlemen. If either Of you should
see Leonidas, tell him 'tis best to love at
home, else he wishes price on his head.
Addoisp'
And they seperated.
Twilight on the Mediterranean. over
all the sky was that soft, dim violet blue,
thatis 90 lovely and 90 mystical, and that
one sees nowhere, save in southern skies.
It was like dream scene, painted on
canvas
A boat drifted close TO the shore, its two
occupants seemingly unmindful Of its
course. ~
The hour was in harmony with them,
soft, subdued and tremulous, with the low
whisper from murmuring boughs and wav-
\ ing grasses, and amorous with sighS from
balmy breezes, full Of the sweetness |oS
flowers which have been kissed by lovers.
"You will be Christian one day, Leoni-
das," said the girl 1t length. ~ am sure
of fit."
II would value the being 80, only for
your sake. Win it make me learer In
your eyesl"
She looked at him. How supremely
lovely she was. Any man might have
found his happiness IN such love a. her
face portrayed then.
''Gulnare, flower Of the Pemegrauate,
and rightly named," he whispered, cans
wer me-will be dearer to you, theni"
''You cannot" she said softly and shyly.
Tho words seemed to intoxicate him with
Joy. He gazed in unspoken rapture On
Suddenly from the rose thicket beyond
the water came the sound Of violin.
They listened for some momeats in sill
ence. It was not any music they had
heard before; It was nothing that seemed
to come from the bidding Of . mortal-s
wild, weird melody that had all the despair
Of death, all the cravings Of love. all the
abandonment Of passion.
Gulnare moved restlessly, the color came
and went in her cheeks, a sigh escaped from
her lips, her eyes avoided those Of her COM
panlon, for It was not in human nature to
hear such music unmoved.
Above the line Of foliage, rising like q
spectre from the waters, CLEANED the
pale silver Of the moon; great burning
stars throbbed in the pure sapphire Of the
sky.
As they drifted onward, toward the shore,
leaf and shade fell over them in friendly
gloom; his arms closed around her,
with passionate sigh their lips met.
and she rested silently against his heart
What need Of words, since all Of language
could hold nothing sweeteri
All the happiness that life could contain
was gathered and garnered into thxt one
most exquisite hour, when, alone together
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