Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-09-07

and me, my ownln
The man was silent; finally he spoke:
'sYou know why not. Gulnare, as well as
do. You cannot forsake your faith, how
can abandon mine, Pray to your saints,
for the contamination OF our lore, my dar-
ling, pray to your saints and will beseech
the prophets"
And yet, Leoniias, have prayed so to
Our Blessed Lady u make you a Christian
that feel sure she Will answer my pray
ers.n
Dear little soul were it my hearts blood
that sou asked of me- / would only re-
greet have but on TO sAed for you; were II
my honor I would fling it at your feet, but
the faith OF my parents 20 Gulnarel how
can tell you how many times my mother
comes to me in dreams, her long black hair
streaming over her shoulders, aud her eyes
full of tears -'Leonidas my SOM she cries
to me, by all of our holy prophets l beseech
YOU TO ding TO the trus faith o Gulnare!
think OF it, and when l see you, dearest
even my best resolutions, my tenderest
memories seem fading away, and | say 10
myself, Hihdoo Turk, Jew or Christian
what should care! l cannot live without
herr
He smoke with the intensity of his race
and cline, his rude eloluence stirring the
heart OF the young girl with force she had
never experienced before.
They glided on il silence few moments,
then Gulnare spoke:
My Leonidasn' said she, .'whatever
your belief may be, know not. That it is
something powerful / acknowle lge, or it
coulu not hold you IN its grasp; but what
care we at present. We arc together To-
day with none to dispute the right. Is it
not enoughfi
Her glorious eyes, dark as night and lus-
trous as starshine, met his, his hands trem-
bled, that look fired his whole soul. and for
a moment he lost his selE-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 at her with an alteration so in
tense, love so passionate THAI she could
not meet his gaze,
| The glittering spires and cupolas of
Palma were in sight now; yonder, in the
| fierce sunlight, gleame the royal palace,
and near it with a 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
sight.
| At the corner OF the street by he foun-
tain Of st. jerome, stood two men, evident
| ly Spanish citizens, eagerly conversiug over
a scrap Of paper, which had the appearance
OF play bill and which bore these words /:
/ s.fGgaaiai tard seatiTs Il slIo rioiiao''
They say he is in league with the devil, y
said one Of the men, land thou remember
est, Juan, the night in Madrid, when the
city was sleeping, but the heart of the
woods was alive and he walked down the
i long avenue IN the moonlight and the very
birds paused and listened
ayes, Jose,n answered the other; 'they
paused because the notes were like theirs,
only more exquisite and high, and the next
morning the journals were full OF the
strange whistler
$50 he comes here tomorrow night; well
perhaps we may see each other there. They
say he is great man as well as a musician
here comes Manuel in hot haste. What has
happenedi"
A third figure joined them.
''Have you heard the newsr' cried he
who was called Manuel
''News no. What newsl' exclaimed the
other two, in a breath.
4
Gulnare's lover is Greek jew, and has
sworn to kill him if he ever comes near her
again.
'.Dios ntiosi poor children!i said Jose,
sand they are both here this afternoon.
And SC Carlos has Just foand out The
TRUTH"
(which he might have known long ago,
had he sense enough to understand the
| 1.if nF IN, fa ha,ytta
bled Juan.
"Alas yes. bit parents are blind some
times" answered Manuel "a good day tc
you, gentlemen II either OF YOU should
see Leonidas, tell him It's best to love at
home, else he wishes price on his head
Addois!n
And they separated.
Twilight on the Mediterranean Over
all the sky was that soft, dim violet blue
that is so lovely and so mystical, and thai
one sees nowhere, save in southern skies.
1t was like a dream scsne painted on
canvas.
A boat driftef close TO the shore, it3 two
occupants seemingly unm:ndful Of its
course.
The hour was in harmony with them,
ssft, subdued and tremulous, with the low
whisper from murmuring boughs and wav.
ing grasses, and amorous with signs from
balmy breezes, full of the sweetness OF
flowers which have been kissed by lovers
"You will be a Christian one day, Leoni
das,n said the girl at length. II am sur'
oft"
II would value the being so, only 20
your sake. viii it make me dearer Fl
your eyesl"
She looked at nim. How supremel.
lovely she was. Any man might nav
found his happiness IN such love as he
face portrayed then.
''Gulnare, flower Of the Pomegranate
and rightly named,'' he whispered, FANS
wer me-will be dearer TO you, theni',
''You cannot" she said softly and shyly
The words seemed to intoxicate him with
joy. He gazed in unspolten rapture OF
her.
Suddenly from the rose thicket beyond
the water came the sound Of a violin.
They listened for some nome ats In sill
! ence. II was not any music they hai
heard before; 1t was nothing that seemed
to come from the bidding of q mortal--i
wild, weird melody that had all the despai