" Has your Highness seen the Lady Viola to-night ? " asked a gallant trou- badour of the fairy queen who floated down the hall upon his arm.
" Yes ; is she not lovely, though so ead 1 Her dress is well chosen, too, for in a week she weds Count Anto- nio, whom she passionately hates."
" By ray 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 upon the gay throng; and not a sound, but the dash of fountains or the rustle of orange groves sleeping in the moon- light, broke the hush, as Count de Adelon spoke thus : —
"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 ser- vices."
All eyes turned toward the bridal party, and a low murmur of amaze- ment went through the throng, for neither bride nor groom removed their masks. Curiosity and wonder possessed all hearts, but respect re- strained 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 Fer- dinand 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.
" My lord, you scornfully bade me claim your daughter when I could boast as high a name and vast a for- tune as the Count Antonio. I can do more ; for even your ambitious soul cannot refuse the Earl of Devereux and De Vere, when he gives his an- cient name and boundless wealth in return for the beloved hand of this fair lady, now my wife."
The count stood like one changed to stone; and, turning to the bewil- dered crowd, Ferdinand added, with a gay smile of triumph, " To you, my gallant friends, I can only wish that your wooing may prosper as mine has done ; and that you may all win as fair a bride as I have, by this masked marriage."
Why is the P. C. like the Tower of Babel ? It is full of unruly mem- bers.
THE HISTORY OF A SQUASH.
Once upon a time a farmer planted a little seed in his garden, and after a while it sprouted and became a vine, and bore many squashes. One day in October, when they were ripe, he picked one and took it to market. A grocer man bought and put it in his shop. That same morning, a little