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A

.

SNODGRASS

The

Masked

Marriage

(

A

Tale

Of

Venice

)

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Gondola

after

gondola

swept

up

to

the

marble

steps

,

and

left

its

lovely

load

to

swell

the

brilliant

throng

that

filled

the

stately

halls

of

Count

Adelon

.

Knights

and

ladies

,

elves

and

pages

,

monks

and

flower

girls

,

all

mingled

gaily

in

the

dance

.

Sweet

voices

and

rich

melody

filled

the

air

,

and

so

with

mirth

and

music

the

masquerade

went

on

.

"

Has

your

Highness

seen

the

Lady

Viola

tonight

?

"

asked

a

gallant

troubadour

of

the

fairy

queen

who

floated

down

the

hall

upon

his

arm

.

"

Yes

,

is

she

not

lovely

,

though

so

sad

!

Her

dress

is

well

chosen

,

too

,

for

in

a

week

she

weds

Count

Antonio

,

whom

she

passionately

hates

.

"

"

By

my

faith

,

I

envy

him

.

Yonder

he

comes

,

arrayed

like

a

bridegroom

,

except

the

black

mask

.

When

that

is

off

we

shall

see

how

he

regards

the

fair

maid

whose

heart

he

cannot

win

,

though

her

stern

father

bestows

her

hand

,

"

returned

the

troubadour

.

"

Tis

whispered

that

she

loves

the

young

English

artist

who

haunts

her

steps

,

and

is

spurned

by

the

old

Count

,

"

said

the

lady

,

as

they

joined

the

dance

.

The

revel

was

at

its

height

when

a

priest

appeared

,

and

withdrawing

the

young

pair

to

an

alcove

,

hung

with

purple

velvet

,

he

motioned

them

to

kneel

.

Instant

silence

fell

on

the

gay

throng

,

and

not

a

sound

,

but

the

dash

of

fountains

or

the

rustle

of

orange

groves

sleeping

in

the

moonlight

,

broke

the

hush

,

as

Count

de

Adelon

spoke

thus

:

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"

My

lords

and

ladies

,

pardon

the

ruse

by

which

I

have

gathered

you

here

to

witness

the

marriage

of

my

daughter

.

Father

,

we

wait

your

services

.

"

All

eyes

turned

toward

the

bridal

party

,

and

a

murmur

of

amazement

went

through

the

throng

,

for

neither

bride

nor

groom

removed

their

masks

.

Curiosity

and

wonder

possessed

all

hearts

,

but

respect

restrained

all

tongues

till

the

holy

rite

was

over

.

Then

the

eager

spectators

gathered

round

the

count

,

demanding

an

explanation

.

"

Gladly

would

I

give

it

if

I

could

,

but

I

only

know

that

it

was

the

whim

of

my

timid

Viola

,

and

I

yielded

to

it

.

Now

,

my

children

,

let

the

play

end

.

Unmask

and

receive

my

blessing

.

"

But

neither

bent

the

knee

,

for

the

young

bridegroom

replied

in

a

tone

that

startled

all

listeners

as

the

mask

fell

,

disclosing

the

noble

face

of

Ferdinand

Devereux

,

the

artist

lover

,

and

leaning

on

the

breast

where

now

flashed

the

star

of

an

English

earl

was

the

lovely

Viola

,

radiant

with

joy

and

beauty

.

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