The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-29

iHh Lh'l SAihbb NIoS lih SEAHlAhb
sea, and leprcchauns, and changolings.
like any ignorant herdsman out in the
bog, but no is frightened chutchman.
too. lie believes that am saintw
"As swear by the grave OF my moth.
er you are!" painted Don Tollo. But
speak now to him."
''lhe king OF Spain will do very great
things In your behalf" she recited in
Muhogh's tongue. ale will make you
OF the rank OF commander in his
armies, and he will cnnobe you"
81 ain noble now" Murtogn made
comment "As, noble NJ tho king OF
Spain himself, lam not n MacCarthy or
an 0'DriscoIl, that would DO craving
titles to my name"
Then he will send largo rich ships
hero" she began again, with wearincss
in her tono, ITO bring you costly pres.
ents. And the pope, he will gran. you
ten years indul gence-or it may be
twcnty."
"A.k him." broke In Murtogh, sit.
ting up with q frightened face, his
hand outs,retched to secure silence for
the thought that stirred within him
TASK il the holy father would BIO grant.
ing Just the one spiritual favor would
beg. W:ll this gentleman bind the
king OF Spain to ,hat?"
And may wholly trust" she asked
the Spaniard, with haIt.cIosed eyes,
through which shone the invitation OF
her mood-"may trust in your knight.
ly protler OF help? Do not answer till
| have finished. You are the FIST who
has come TO me-here in this awful dun.
geon--and | have opened my hear, to
you as perhaps should not. Blu. you
have the blood OF youth in your veins,
like me-you are gallant and OF high
lineage-you are from tho land where
chivalry Is the law OF gentle life-is it
true that you will be my champion?'
The Spaniard rose with solemn dig
nifty. though his great cyes flashed de-
yourincly upon her. and mia breast
heared under its cuiraas. lie half lift.
cd his sword from the sheath. and kiss.
tho eros, OF its hiit. 'Oh. my beloved,
swear" he said, in sombre earnest
ness
She translated tho action and utter
ance to Murtogh. "Whatever OF spir.
| itual nature you would crave OF His
Holiness he would grant"
"But it would be cruel time OF wait.
ing to send all tho long way to Rome
and back" he objected. "and this mat
ter lies like lead upon my soul"
Shc looked up into the Spaniard's
eyes, and lie; her own lashcs ,remblc,
and fed the ravoniuc contlagration OF
his gaze with little sigh. at would
bn very swee. to believe" ahe mur.
INJURED. ZOO sweet for sense, fear me.
Nay, Don Tello, need not such a world
OF persuasion -only-only-liit your
right hand, with thu NIB and two fingers
out, and swear again. And say, 'Bcra,
! swearr"
as 1t your name?" he asked, and as
she closed her eyes in assent, and
slowly opened them to behold his oath,
no lifted the fingers and waved them
toward her, and passinnately whispered,
"Bera, queen OF my Heaven, star OF my
soul. | swenr!
THAT is the sign OF tho Pope him.
sell" she explained, with indiifere nco.
10 MurtoGh. Whatever wish yon
offered up you havo it already granted.
1t is Don Tello who bears the holy au.
thority from tho Pope
The Lord OF Lunlogher hurled him.
sell to his feet with boisterous energy
before which tho lady, wondering. drew
herself away. He strctched his bare
arms toward her, then flung them up,
ward as in invocation 20 the skies. The
bcatitndc Of some vas. triumph illum
ined his glance,
oh. thon. indeed, am AIur.y Mord
ha" no cried. ut is who nm proudc.
than all the kings on earth 1t is who
have won my love! Oh. glory to the
heavens that SEND me this Joy! Gior,
Gloryw
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