Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1903-09-23
WHEN A QUEEN
WAS MADE Z
By CuRRaN Y. GREENIEY
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! @wTTvwTTTUTW7yFF OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Night in Venice The day was done,
! but the merriment only waxed the
| louder with the coming of the stars,
| There was glitter of golden banners
| along the Grand canal aud the silent
hurrying of many gondolas, for Venice
| was en- fete. The treaty with Cyprus
| had been formally ratified, and that
day the republic had formally adopted
| the slim patrician maid, daughter of
| Venice, that she might become the
mother of kings to be.
A great destiny for the shy child of
scarce fourteen years. But as Caterina
| leaned from her easement, the golden
hair falling down the wall in a nimbus
light. her thoughts We're not of King
| James de Lusignan nor that storied
| kingdom of Cyprus oversee, not of
them, for maiden thoughts are white
winged birds that so where they list,
but of one slender youth whose eyes
sought hers across the darkness, where
he stood in the shadow of the closed
portals of the Morosini paIaZZo across
the canal, so near that he could note
the CLEAN of the scarlet light on the
golden head, so far that the sword of
nations destiny flashed between them.
\ kings bride-what chance had he,
Andrea Morosini, cavalier and poet,
and a Morosini, the ancient enemy of
her house?
There had been days when old Cor
naro's daughter had watched concealed
behind her easement draperies to see
Linn go forth with the young knights.
There had been soft starlit nights
when he had watched that selfsame
easement and poured forth his soul TO
the silken sweet tones of his lutte, One
night when her nurse nodded drowsily
the small white hand had dropped a
great dangerous white rose into the
prov of his gondola, and after that
there had been a moment in the great
| cathedral when he had pressed close
and held the little hand for a moment
in his. That was all. and there could
be no more for Cornaro's child, the
daughter OF Venice, but the lad had
dreamed his dreams and gone merrily
forth TO battle with the Genoese. 1t
had been month. long month. when
he returned and all the bells were ring
/ ing in honor of Caterina.
The twilight died, but the blaze of
festal beacons flashed from tower TO
tower. Over there in the Cornaro pa
laZzo there was a perfect carnival of
music and laughter. Andrea's face grew
whittier in the reflected glare He could
see as the breeze blew aside the cur
tains many figures passing to and fro
in that upper room. They were robing
for her sacrifice in that maiden cham
Der that had been his hearts shrine for
two long years.
No longer a Venetian maiden, the
ceremony that would presently take
place before the high altar of st.
Marks would make her a crowned
queen. Well. he would 20 to the wars
again. There was always the Genoese
TO battle with. He might even win the
holy sepulcher.
Was there no way? He would have
given his soul for one word with her
face TO face. Andrea flung the lutte
far out, where it sank into the dark wa
tiers. He would never need it again.
Overhead all the bells of Venice called
TO one another. and the lap, lap of the
tide sobbed beneath as the under note
of human pain that beats a minor tone
to all the JOY of life.
Caterina stood up straight and tail
in the midst of her maidens. The jew
eled robe fell close TO the round, young
limbs. heavy with its weight of pearls.
Pearls and rubies were twined in the
golden curls. and the fair, round arms
were banded with glowing gems of the
! orient. Across the childish breast,
above the folds of cloth of gold, a
baldric OF emeralds rose and fell with
every frightened breath. and the wild
rose color Was gone from cheek and
Quivering lip.
Straight and tall in her young males
| ~. but over the blare of the trumpet,
the fash of the jewels. deeper than the
| voice of Venice In loud acclaim. came
the low note of a lutte that was stilled
| forever. There was a strangeness in
her throat a blackness before her eyes.
| Awed at her silence, the flock of
maidens fell a little away from where
she stood. and then there came an old
woman. bowed and weary. through the
I velvet portals.
When the attendants would have
barred the way Caterina held out her
hand. As the old woman bowed be
fore her she opened the palms OF her
| brown hands an instant. so quickly
a quick breath and turned to the wait
I ing thrOug with a new authority.
Leave US. I would have speech with
the dame alone"
Wondering. they left her. and as the
door changed TO the old woman slipped
the iron bar into place and then stood
Up. the gray wig thrown of. the WON
an TRAININGS east aside Andrea Moro