Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-09-02
UNFORTUNATE LOVE.

waters of the Guadalquivir, at the mouth
of which stands the ancient city Of Valen-
ciat Above other buildings rose the tower
of Miquilet, with it's bell sending its solemn
tones far and near, calling the inhabitants
to prayer. Far as the eye could reach ex-
tended the fertile valley of Huerta de Va
lencia, studded with thriving villages, vine
yards and cottages, bounded by the sea in
the distance and surrounded by the lofty
mountains of Catalonia. The stars were
slowly gemming the fields of azure and
the crescent moon ascending the vault of
heaven. 1t was indeed night of beauty,
scene to attllne the mind to happiness
and peace.
The service had ceased and the congre-
CATION was slowly departing from the
Cathedral of st. Cecilius. Among the last
Of the worshipers was young female
closely shrouded in a mantilla, yet of so
thin texture was it that her face and fig
ure were almost perceptible. In her hand
she carried a fan Of the most exquisite
workmanship, but seemingly more for
ornament than use. Behind her hobbled
an old duenna who with difficulty kept
pace with the tripping feet Of Donna lisa
bella, for such was the name of the maid
en-. Close by her side walked young and
noble looking cavalier, whose deep, dark
eye was riveted upon her, while ever and
anon glances Of recognition were ex-
changed between them, till at length the
suspicion of the old lady was aroused,
who, shouldering aside the youth and seiz-
ing the arm of her young charge, quilted
her not till they reached noble mansion
In the neighborhood of the ever verdant
Glorietta.
But the young cavalier was not to be
thwarted in his design, which was to con-
vey to his ladylove a billet of appoint
ment, nor was Donna Isabella deficient of
invention in fayoring the wishes of her
lover, for just as she was in the act of as
cending the stairs leading to her mansion
she dropped her fan as if by accident The
opportunity was Immediately seized by
the cavalier, who, lifting it, unseen by the
duenna, slipped within its folds billet,
and, kneeling, presented 1t to the blush.
ing girl
"You are too forward" muttered the
ancient lady. cit is well her brother is not
at hand, else he would chastse thy inso-
lence."
"He burst not" replied the cavalier.
"My blood is as noble as that which flows
within the veins of any of the race of Vel
asquez."
"Hoity -toity, we shall see that!" said
the old orone, and, raising her voice, she
called for assistance.
"Leave me, leave me, for tho sake of
the Virgin Mother!" imploringly spoke
Donna Isabella.
"You will meet me, then, as specified
within the billet?" said the youth.
81 will, will, God willing and oppor-
tunity occurs. Now leave me''
The youth hastily snatched her hand
and pressed it to his lips. The next mo-
ment he was lost among the mazes of the
Glorietta.
The noise of the duenna had alarmed
the inmates of the mansion, who FASTENED
to her assistance, but the calm demeanor
of Isabella converted their alarm into
laughter, especially when she informed
them that the old DANES cries arose from
the polite attention Of a passing cavalier
in rendering her her fan, which she had
accidentally dropped.
That night, when the bell Of Miquilet
in her balcony, which overhuns the gar
den. A slight movement was soon heard
among the orange foliage and tall fig
ure, shrouded in flowing mantle, ad-
vanced and stood beneath the balcony.
care you ready?' asked the mask.
~ am!'' answered the maiden in a
breath scarcely audible from terror.
"Secure, then, this ladder to the rails
and descend" And, throwing a ladder of
silken cords, it was caught by Isabella,
who, having fastened it as desired, the
next moment she was in the arms of her
lover.
CHOW, then, for the Chapel of the Lady
Mother. Ere morning you will be forever
mine"
THAT morning you will never see,'
cried Don Henriquez, bcothcr OF Isabella,
advancing from an outrageous shrubbery
close by. 'Traitor, william! Would you
seek to dishonor the noble blood of Velas-
quezp Draw, coward, and defend thyselfl"
With the speed of lightning wore the
rapiers Of the opponents crossed, and with
the speed Of lightning was that Of Henri
quez buried in the heart of the mask, who,
falling, exclaimed, "Henriquez, you have
killed your prince!"
The alarm speedily brought the domes-
tics to the scene of slaughter. The mask
was removed from the face Of the depart
ed, and too surely were the gallant features
Of the noble Pedro, prince Of CASTLE and
Aragon, revealed to the horror stricken
gaze of Henriquez.
With difficulty did the domestics un-
Irvine the arms Of Isabella from the body
of her lover. Sense had forsasas her. and
when she awoke to consciousness 1t was
only to murmur the name Of Pedro with
her dying breath.
Mournful, yet grand, was the funeral Of
the i'll fated prince, and in pity to his love
was the sweet corpse of Isabella consigned
to the royal tomb to rest in death with
her lover, while, weary Of his life,
Henriquez fed to Venice, and, embarking,
Flung It away in battle with the Turk.
In the Cathedral Of ST. Ceoilius may yet |
be seen the tomb Of theunfortunate low
ers. It stands in the east nave, contain |
ing the brief and simple inscription, "The |
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