Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-08-15
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sYeoar cried ~ Lady. ssgiy, -thW -
% tnfanfuls among IL rosRs
Haszimiiani ri down aglin upon IL dons.
SO ca with yosr tax, rid b; Il an -
ucatsr fool than I wss bafusAs
Ths laiy Lnefecs NJ pondwing. with her
slboss On her knss, md hH anahsd ehsak il
her banda
sFooi,. MD ths lady Locrscs. and ~
breath cam fastsr. -yoa hsvs not hsard. hare
God gave No straight ear, tbe aints b
thanksd." the jesssr ardoaicaliy interrupted
Might after night. since the suzansr
came, . voice below my uin1oul II alwsyn1
comes when the shadow Of ths balcoay hiaas
his figure
SThas be may mot ~ your face. II you lsanI
out, and 70 bss hi in.pirstiouF inter sctsd
The dwarf The lady0truck him on tie ear
With her jsweled hand The blow was light,
but the dwarf shiversd -Ths voice. said be.
awhas was is likel" The lady fell hack again
into her old aititada Ths flowing sleeves
dropped from her arInA Ths loose strings Of
pearls with which they were wreathed tuEn-
bled down to Der sibovx Aanimiliani sprsad
himself fat upon ths door. and bracing hin
heavy bead against his handa, watched he9 -
. tiger DOES his prey.
-Ah. fooli I think yoa know ! nsv~
loved Men are % little. could rule then
all; do not want . man that l can rule.
But his voice-it singp Of var, Of great desda,
terrible and grand. And yet. Aassiuliiiani,
it sings Of iove-of love which counts power.
and money. and name - nothing. IL dos
not sue for love; 10 demands it as right
The verses which b sings are NO other mans;
thsy are his own, and hs weaves them ~ b
sings He does not mind that | am great, b
loves me for my soul, b loves me for my
pride, for my viii, for my srorn Of petty
thingx He knoWs me - am. He b the
first living creature VIC has ever done 80 1t
mounts-this voics-up 70 my lattice like
vine. It runs through gay melodies like
ripping water. It grows d sod rs the voice
Of the night bird. I wssp when IL sings Of
death; throw up my arms and walk the
room, strong as . giant, shsn It sings Of war.
and when Il isinss Of love, fool, bsEy
nv face In my arms and blush. All day ]
lie and dream Of it, and in my aleeping
dreams 1t night ! hear naughs but IT.
dream how We shall meet and WHARF, ] am
sure be must be beautifuls
A sound from the man - ber fsst caused
her to stop. The fool bad rolled ON BIZ back
TN . convulsioa Of Laughter. and ths tsars
trickled down his cheeks
sFool." cried the lady, springing from ths
couch In anger.
Mother OF God!" exclaimed the dwarf.
<Will the eternal snows malt and The desert
blossoms VIII the tower falli Shall ! b
straight VIII God taks pityl VIII my lady
lover He threw his jangling punchinsllo at
ct her fest, and tore his cap from bis head
@Wear them" he cried. my baubls and my
cap, never cracked % excellent . jsst"
~Slave" The lady grew pale with rage.
Tomorrow you shall see. for l shall find
which Of my courtiers 1t y that sings thus,
and will marry him and none but him"
"None but him, gracious LADY, And al
these perfumed knights have been praying to
you while moons grew great and faded into
sheaths again and waned ~ darkness, and
these that bold . courtiy contest for your
handf'
II will marry him alone who known my
soul and sho VS. 1t ms in song sent for you
that you might search him cut, thought
you might do me some service"
AYE, for the scorn Of fifteen years, which
you have given mer
''Havo you not given me back scorn fos
scornf'
Eat least today have made you forget We
are not equals. You are defending yourself
against me. mistress, against your slave!"
Leave mel Tomorrow. mind, at night
when my friends are with me. shall find
who sang those songs, and will BE- his wife
and none but wife. You think cannot lovel
Ihavs known none but fools, though they
were not all o. ugly as devils Out OF my
sight l do not need your aid" The fool
with his bsstial head hanging and his hot eye
rolling, threw up his hands with . frantic
gesture and rushed from the room.
The day passed. Evening came, and later
the moonlight Under the balcony the shad
ows were dark. The Lady Lucrecs walked
in the chamber where the candles stood dark
in their silver sconces, and only tho moon Iii
the white marble which her garment swept
She waited long; the voice did not come
The moon reached the west, and still the lady
paced the floor. At last the longed for mel
ody, pure, vaultins, triumphant, burst into q
song Of victory and love; but ere it hal sung
u oSoic VI "oiub ~ ~ NuOhcu Ahto bllcLto
A sound arose to the ladys ears Of passionate
weeping; there was Q discordant jangle Of
tile lutte. az though disregardful hand had
brushed it heavily, and the night wore on IN
silence. The next day no one saw tho Jester
Massimiliani nor the Lady Lucrece till it wa,
night-a festal highland the stately apart
ments were sllaze with light Never had
Pisa known such . festival Liberty reigned
hall I A1r
the central figure Of the festival. She sat al
the end OF tho hall OIL dais. Robes OF azure
silk fell all about her; jewels Topped up hel
hair, glittered on her arms, clasped her whits
neck and shone In the fastening Of her slip
pers. About her were flowers, perfume
light, music, men who were courtly, women
who were beautiful There were marbles
carvings, tapestries, statues md fountains
But the deep fire in the eyes Of tho Lady Lu
crece did rot catch its inspiration from any
Of these things 1t was midnight when she
ordered tho music TO stop. She had beer
dancing and all tbs sensuous rhythm Of the
motion seemed mpersonated in her. Shs
went back 20 the dais and stood there, young
and far. in the shadow Of the ancient
carvings A look Of maidenliness, unwonted
in her, spread itself over her face. She came
Of tyrants, and he bool Of the tyrant wa
in her; but now she looked a. gentle as any
maid that ever begged her lover for anothes
kiss.
II have sworn an OATH aid she, sand TO-
night l mus. keep it. The people Of Piss
have long wished me to take lord, but
have found none whom desired, But fol
many nights some one has sung beneath my
window. do not know tho man, but my
soul Is welded to the voice, and will marry
him alone who can prove to me tonight that
1t is.H Her hauteur had returned She was
again the daughter Of . line Of dukes; she
was commanding and not seeing. No one re.