DeSoto times. (Hernando, Miss.) 1879-1898, 1890-12-04

| ', 40 no ufSW MS SWOrC
ana tore the canvas into shreds. "Art
you all in league against me? Awav
before | take your life."
Three days after this sorrow came tc
the heart of Mother Camilla, at Naples
Her beautiful daughter, Donarel wa,
found wandering in the streets, blind
and with all color from her eyes. What
did it mean?
Inc girl said that early that morning
Two men had met her on the street, and
stlfling her with cloak, had carried
her to room, she knew not where, and
there they had poured something into
her eyes, and that she couldn't see aft
erward. And that she was taken into
the street again and left to wander
Who had done this horrible thing only
the guilty could tell, but the artist Car,
reto thought that he knew. His heart
was filled with pity for the poor blind
girl, and he took her and her mother
into his own house and cared for them.
lie told that wretched mother, who
was bowed in grief, what his suspicious
were. When he spoke them, she cried
out and said: 1T is he! 1t is he! lsee
1T. Telos is the wretch. l know it. I
know 1t. 1t is in letters of fire before
my eyes. I see his name as though
written by the lightning of heaven on a
blackened sky. May the curse of
heaven earth and hell fall upon him.
1t will, for he shall marry a blind
woman. He will look but once upon her
slghtless eyes, and then fall into an
eternity of torment"
She rushed from the house into the
crowded streets with the curse upon her
lips and she cried it aloud. When
taken to her home, she waited for the
first opportunity to escape, and again
rushing upon the streets she screamed
the name of Telos, and continued to crv
the curse. Carreto, no one, could re-
strain her. At every opportunity she
would go on the streets, or call from her
window, and again and again cry out
the curse against Telos.
Telss, in Florence, heard of this. One
morning. Camilla was found dead in her
bed With dagger through her heart.
The door of the house had been broken
open Now her voice was quiet forever.
The day of the grand wedding in Flor.
ence arrived, and Telos looked into the
most beautiful eyes in Italy and was
happy. He had forgotten about Camilla
md Donarel. In thoso days crimes
we're soon forgotten.
Heaven did not forget, fos I'll dav
leavy clouds hung over the city, end,
'hough it was hoped that they would 60
With the setting sun, and leave night |
lifting the occasion, yet they staid, and |
of deep thunder we're heard
.mong them as their dense shadow was
low and then relieved by the light.
ling's flash.
The grand hall of the palace was
lighted, and Telos and
Adrene stood beside bronze statue OF
he Holy Mother, while the robed
riest was reading the marriage service
he voice of the thunder was mingled
nth that of the priest and bright
ashes of lightning paled the brilliant
amps.
AS peal after peal of thunder followed
ach other in quick succession, and
hook the building to Its foundations,
Ear was seen in many faces, and hands
rasped hands as though reaching for
clip in the dread of peril. A vivid
ash of lightning, more terrible than
le Others, came, and all there closed
leir eyes; but the priest continued to
peat the service without reading the
ords. Adrene leaned her hand on the
'onze statue to support herself, and
zen came another flash, like unto the
ST. as the priest spoke the words that
ade the twain one. The flash ap-
ared to fill the room with flame, and
e accompanying thunder rocked the
alls. When the scattered senses of
o people were gathered Adrene was
en- lying on the floor
The priest raised her; she was alive, !
t black line was burned on the hand
at had touched the bronzed statue;
d along her arm, over her fair cheek, '
d across her eyes the flesh was (
ared. She was blind. 6
relos gave his bride one look, and s
en- fled from the room. C
lie was found in his chamber dead, t
tn dagger through his heart; and it a
S his own dagger, driven to the hilt t
his own hand. He died as she had i
ID who said: "He shall marry a
nd woman. He will look but once s
On her sightless eyes, and then fall t
o an eternity of tormentr'-Harry G. b
lton, in Chicago News. |,