The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1901-07-24
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Spaniards surnamed The Beautiful
Blooddog and who lives in history as
the father of Charles V. examined his
wife's sketchbO0k.
The particular sketchbook which
Philip picked UP in the queens closet
contained the figure Of a man in a doz-
en- or more poses.
The stranger was beautiful of face
and noble OF carriage, and his various
portraits were drawn with such felicity
and withal so skillfully that the king
thought the heart as we'll as the artistic
interest of his wife engaged.
Philip summoned his chief Of spies,
and the men and women of Holy Her
mandad' soon explained the mystery.
The knight with the noble, manly face,
the round smiling lips, the owner Of
those dark, victorious eyes which the
queen had painted, was Don Jayne
d'Avila. a grandee who belonged TO the
flower of Andalusian knighthood.
King Philip knew enough. He sent
for Luis de Lucero. a cartoonist cele-
brated for his talent as a sketch artist.
Master" he said to him, Il want
you to furnish me a number of pOr-
traits Of some living person who will
appear before you in different atti
tudes. The subject will be at your dis
posal for about two hours. How often
can you draw a head in that time"
LAS often as your majesty COM
mands."
BE it So" said the king. Repair to
the Hall of Alquazils."
IN the Hall of Alquazils the artist
was furnished with paper and ink pots
and conducted to the torture chamber.
At the farther end of the hall was a
platform. where seven old men sat in
stately robes and proud attitudes. All
but one wore hoods over their heads
that partly shaded their faces.
To the right Of the tribunal were
smaller table and three chairs, one of
which was offered to Don Luis. Two
masked men seated themselves to his
right and left. One was tall and i'm
perious in manner, and in him the
artist recognized the king.
When his eyes became accustomed
to the darkness enveloping the room,
Don Luis discovered that a certain spot
under a lamp was covered by black
cloth slightly raised in the center, and
this part of the cover moved to and
fro as If animated by a good sized
oblong object.
This object was the head which Don
Luis had been hired to sketch. AS the
executioner removed the cloth the
painter was relieved to see that the
head was alive. that it was a head on
sound shoulders. a hero's or at least
a warriors head, with fiery, wrathful
eye, a bold front. lips that curled with
contempt and full cheeks, flaming just
then with righteous Indignation.
by the saints. he has been sentenced
TO the caldaria" exclaimed Don Luis
half to himself after rejecting on the
heads position.
The caldaria is an iron pot of cylin-
drical form. big enough to admit the
figure of a grown person, leaving only
the head free. This pot. filed with oil,
was hung over a fireplace, the fuel Of
which could be kindled to a great in
tensity or drawn out at a moments no
tice.
Now the high lord judge opened his
mouth and spoke in impressive tones,
Don Jayne d'Avila, confess before
these honorable judges when you spoke
with Joanna. the daughter of Ferdi-
naDd of AFagon and Isabella of CASTLE
for the first time and when you held
speech with her for the last time"
The lips of the head opened, and the
man in the boiler answered, 81 never
saw Joanna near enough to hold speech
with her. and she never did me the
honor to address me, nor have / dared
TO speak to her"
The king raised his hand toward the
high lord judge. who stepped upon
bell fast in the floor 1t droned out
three strokes. whereupon the noise OF
shutting feet and of working bellows
was heard down below This lasted
several minutes. Then every thing be-
came quiet again.
The king kept his flaming eyes fas-
tened on those Of Don Jayne. Don
Jayme's big cribs We're emitting fire.
and the veins Of his forehead swelled
as if they would burst. Another min
ute passed-C0 seconds, each an eterni-
ty Of suffering. The knight seem
ed to foresee his fate, and his face
took on an expression of terror and dis
enlargement.
Draw. Don Luis, Draw this head.
Thus | like to see it. The coloring is
splendid. Draw, Don Luis! Death to
you if you miss a wrinkle"'
The king stamped his foot, and the
high lord judge, repeating the signal,
struck the bell seven times, thereby
causing the eXecutioners to add as
many logs to the fire.
Don JaymeS cheeks grew scarlet, his
eyes became bloodshot and finally clos
ed, the hair stood on end, and the face,
so beautiful and noble half an hour
before, twisted into a hellish caricature
of its former self.
fESE etch him nOwi Here is VOur