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

why, once when you were senseles
in his hand. and reasoned out the cas-
with me. / said:
why do you not kill him7' knowing
that thus l could Nlst help TO save you
life. He answered!
Because / will not tSRe my wife with
her lovers blood upon my hands unless
! slay him in fair fight. swore It yondel
In London, II was the offering that
made to God and to my patron saint thai
80 1 might win her fairly, and IL l breal
that oath God will be avenged upon me
hero and hereafter. Do my bidding, IheZ
Nurse him we'll 30 that il he dies he diei
without sin Of mine.'
NO, he will not murder you or harm
her. Friend Pedro, he dare not
Can you think Of nothing?' asked Peter.
"Nothing-as yet nothing. These walt
are high, guards watch them day and night
and outside is the great city OF Granada
where Morella has much power and whence
no Christian may escape. But he would
marry her. ,
And there il that handsome fool woman
her servant, who Is in love with him-oh
she told me all about IL in the worst Spanish
ever heard, but the. story is too long Ia
repeat, and the priest, Father Henriques,
he who wished to nave you killed at the
inn and who loves money so much.
'Ah! now l think Isee some light. But we
have no more time to talk. and l must have
time 70 think.
Friend Pedro, make ready for your
kisses, we must 60 on with this game; and.
ta NrtNNh ~1a- L,.A LAll- 49, 49,
your arm. There is q seat prepared for
us yonder. Smile and look loving. I
have not art enough for both. Come
comet"
And together they walked out OF the
dense shadow Of the trees and past the
marble bath OF the sultanas to a certain
seat beneath a bower on which were cush-
ions. and lying among them a Lutte.
Seat yourself at my feet" she said.
as she sank on to the bench. Can you
sing?"
mo more than a crow, he answered.
Then l must sing TO you. Well. it will
be better than the love making Then
in a very sweet voice she began to MARBLE
amorous Moorish ditties that she accom-
panied upon the Lutte. while Peter, who
was weary in body and disturbed in mind,
played the lovers part to the best Of his
ability, and by degrees the darkness
gathered.
At length, when they could no longer
see across the garden. IIez ceased singing
and rose with a sigh.
The play is finished and the curtain
down." she said; "also it is time that you
went in out of this damp. Senior Pedro.
you are a very bad actor; but let u pray
that the audience was compassionate and
tool the will for the deed"
Il did not see any audience answered
Peter.
But il saw you, as l dare say o will
find out by-and-by. Follow me now back
10 your room. for | must be going o
your business and my own. Have you
any MESA e for the Senior Castell?"
None, save my love and duty. Tell
him that, thanks to you. although still some
what feeble, | am recovered OF my hurt
upon the ship and the fever which l took
from the sun. and that If he can make any
plan to get us all out Of this accursed city
and the grip of Morella ! will bless his name
and yours"
Good, | will not forget. Now be silent.
Tomorrow we will walk here again, but
be not afraid, then thero will be no more
need OF love making
Margaret sat by the open windowplaoe
of her beautiful chamber in Morella's
palace. She was splendidly arrayed in
a rich, Spanish dress, whereof the collar
was stiff with pearls. she who must wear
whet it pleased her captor to give her.
Her long tresses. fastened with a jewelled
band. flowed down about her should ers;
and, her hand resting on her knee, as from
her high tower prison she eazed out across
the valley at the dim and mighty mass OF
the Alhsmbra and the ten thousand lights
OF Granada which sparkled far below.
Near to her, seated beneath a silver hang
ing lamp, and also clad in rich array, was
Betty.
What is il, c~ousin?' asked the girl,
looking at her %anxiously. AT least you
should be happier than you were. for now
you know that Peter is not dead, but al
most recovered from his sickness and in
this very palace; also. that your father is
well and hidden away, plotting for 0ur es-
cape. Why. then. are you so s,.ds who
should be more joyful than you were?'
Would you learn, Betty? Then ! will
tell you. l am betrayed. Peter Bronze,
the man whom / looked upon as my hus-
band, is false TO me-"
To be continued.