The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-06-30

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in another moment with Peter'h hand rest.
ing on her SHOULDER.
BE careful OF these sters.' she said they
are slippery'-a statement to which Peter
whose pale face had grown suddenly red
murmured a hearty assent. "Do not be
afraid she ven on in her fiutelike voice
this is the secret garden, where none car
hear words, however sweet. and nom car
zee even a caress, no, not the most jealous
woman.
THAT was why in old days 1t was called
the Sultana's Chamber. for there at the end
OF it was where abe bathed in the summer
season. What say you Of spies? Oil yes,
in the palace there are many. but TO look
toward this place, even for the Guardian
OF the Women, was always death. Here
there are no witnesses, save the flowers
and the birds"
As she passed thus they reached the
central path. and passed UP II slowly.
Peters hand still upon the shoulder Of Ihez.
and her white arm about him, while she
looked up into his ayes.
Bend closer over me" she whispered.
for truly your face is like that OF a wooden
saint, " and he bent. snow" she went on,
listen. Your lady lives. and is well-kiss
me on the lips, please. that news Is worth
1t. II you shut your eyes you can imagine
that / am she"
Again Peter obeyed, and with a better
grace than might have been expected.
'She is a prisoner in this same palace. =
she went on, 'and the Marquis, who is mad
for love Of her, seeks by all means. fair or
foul, to make her his wife
Curse hlm!' exclaimed Peter with an
other embrace.
IT'LL a Jew days ago she thought you
dead; but now she Knows that you are alive
and recov ering. Her father, Castell, es-
capped from the place where he was put
and is in hiding among his friends. the Jews,
where even Morella cannet find him; in
deed, he believes him fed from the city.
But he is not fed, and, having much gold,
has opened a door between himself and his
daughter"
Here she stopped to return the embraoe
with much warmth. Then they passed
under some trees, and came to the marble
baths where the sultanas were supposed
to have bathed in summer, for this place
had been one of the palaces of the Kings OF
Granada before they lived in the Alhambra.
Here Ihez sat down upon a seat and loosened
some garment about her throat. for the
evening was very hot.
what are you doing2" Peter asked
doubtfully. for he was Allied with many
fears.
Cooling myself abe answered; your
arm was warm, and we may sit here for a
few minutes
We'll, go on with your tale. he said.
Il nave little more to say, friend, except
that 40 -, utsh to aonA a r,aaoa re I poi0ht
perhaps be able to take it,"
you are an angel" he exclaimed.
THAT is another word for messenger,
is it not? Continue"
Tell her that il she hears anything
Of all this business, it isn't true
"On that point she may form her own
opinion" replied Ihez, demurely. III I
were in her place I know what mine would
be. Don't waste time; We must soon begin
10 walk again
Peter stared at her. for he could under
stand nothing Of all this play. Apparently
she read his look, for she answered it in a
quiet, serious voice:
you are wondering what everything
means and why I am doing what l do.
I will tell you, SeAor. and yoi can believe
me or not az you like.
Perhaps you think that | am in love
with you. 1t would not be wonderful,
would IL? Besides, in the old tales that al
ways happens-the lady who nurses the
Christian knight and worships him and
so forth.
Il don't think anything Of the sort; |
I'm not so vain
q know it, Senior. you are too good a man
TO be vain. Well. / do all these things
not for love Of you or any one, but for hate
for hate. Yes, for hate OF Morella," and
she clenched her little hands, kissing the
words out between her teeth.
II understand the feeling said Peter.
"But-but what has he done to you?"
DO not ask me. Senior. Enough that
once ! loved him accureed priest
HenIioues sold me into his power-oh!
a long while ago. and he ruined me, making
me what ! am, and-I bore his child, and
and il is dead.
"Oh, Mother OF Godi My boy is dead
and since then l lave been an outcast and
his slave they nave slaves here in Granada,
Senior dependent on him for my bread,
forced to do his bidding, forced to wait
upon his other loves; |, who once was the
%sultana; /. Of whom he has wearied.
"Only to-day-but why should ! tell
you of it2 Well, he has driven me even
to this, that i must kiss an unwilling
stranger in a garden and she sobbed
aloud.
Poor grill Poor grill" said Peter, pat
ting her liant kindly with his thin fingers.
-Henceforth | nave another score against
Morella, and | will pay Il, too"
will your" she asked quickly. , 'Ahl
if so, I would die for you, who now live
only to be r%evenged upon him. And 1t
shall be my first vengeance to rob him
of that noble looking mistress Of yours,
whom he has stolen away and has set his
heart upon wholly. because she is the first
woman who ever resisted him him, who
thinks that he is ~invincible,"
Have you any planY' asked Peter.
AS yet, none The thing 10 very diff
fcult. ] go in danger OF my life, for il he
thought that | betrayed him he would kill
me like a rat and think no harm OF it.
such things can be done In Granada
without sin, Senior, and no questions asked
at least il the victim be a woman Of the
murderer's household. / have told you
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