The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1889-02-09

crept over me, O. IL had been lulled 10 sleep Dy
the silven Tyre of the Gothic princess whom tradi-
tion claims is held prisoner by enchantment In the
bowels Of the mountains.
Just outside Of the ruins of the Tower of the
Seven Floors was one of my favorite seats, stone
bench upon which often reclined at the close OF
day, ond traced out the dolorOsd by which the
unfortunate Boabdil took his sad departure
from his princely home To the south, on the
summit of one of the hills at the foot Of the
Alpuxarra mountains | could see the spot
rendered famous In song and story as the place
where the unhappy king looked his last upon the
Alhambra. It has been we'll named LA Cuesta
de las Lagrimas," for here in bitter tears he bid
farewell to Granada, and felt that with IL he was
giving up the honors of his race, and all the
glories and delights of lite. Here bis mother, the
naughty, intriguing sultana Ayxa, had scornfully
reproached him. "You do WE'LL" she said, "to
weep as a woman over what you cannot defend as
q man."
Sitting here at the close of the sixth day of my
visit, was thinking of all the past history of the
place, and my heart went out in sympathy for the
sorrowing king, who like myself, had never fully
prized the kingdom which he reigned until II
was lost to him forever. | felt at the moment
that too would like Ito weep woman" over
what had failed TO prize as q man. Never had
Agnes seemed so dear as at that moment. So long
and ardently had | desired to receive some
communication from her, with response to my
desires, that had returned to my old feeling oil
doubt of q future state of existence Ii there was
life beyond the grave-and Agnes desired n
ardently as to see me-to reveal her presence &c
me, surely ere this our love would have rent the
veil which separated US. 1t could not be, thought
all beyond the dark portals Of the grave must be
blank. Death must end all there was of conscious
existence for man. Over and over in my mind
these sad thoughts revolved, plunging me deeper
and deeper into despair. What can there be in al
the vast universe of God 30 sad, utterly hopeless
as the thought that the grave, the worm and COR
ruption, are the end eternally Of all we love
The twilight shadows hsd deepened rs l sat there
and the full moon rose lighting up the scene with
n weird, uneaTthly beauty. A few light cloud
were floating in the heavens, one of them passed
the face of the moon, clothing all object
with q soft transparent haze. Some twenty Of
thirty feet from my seat was steep declivity
which led by sharp turn to the valley below
AS reclined there, looking dreamily off in tina
direction, a white object rose slowly from tn,
depths below. In the dim light there was NJ
appearance of a person walking, but the vision
seemed to float slowly upward until IL reached thu
level ground, and took the distinct form of
woman clothed in white 1t foated along g few
feet toward me, and suddenly stopped At thai
moment the moon passed from behind a cloud and
its full light fell upon the figure And Their
before me, just as she looked in life, my los
Agnes the round, full face, the deep, lustrou
eyes, the beautifully curved lips, even the soft
waves of dark brown hair, over the smooth whit,
brow-all as distinct in the moonlight as IL sh,
were alive. sat as one turned to stone, unable tC
move or speak. Ardently as had desired to mee
her, now that she had responded to my spirits call
had no power to speak tue words which had &C
long been waiting at my lips. She stood motion.
less, with head bent slightly forward, and her eye
fixed steadily upon me. For q moment we re-
manned thus. Then raising my hand pressed my
eyeids down over the aching eyeballs to shut out
the vision for instant, that might prove If my
eyes were deceiving me; when looked up l wai
alone. searched everywhere but there was nc
no object in sight.
had been listening with breathless attention to
my friends story, and leaning forward | asked
anxiously:
could 1t have been possible that your constant
dwelling upon Agnes had unsettled your brain
and the vision was only Imagination"
"No saw it too distinctly it was no imag-