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MEZTLY. _ 15 be a magic influence in his presence, which inspired them with a of awe; and, involuntarily, they stepped backward, before his keen searching glance. For one moment he stood leaning upon his spear ; then slowly raised his left arm, aa nar sm toward the and with a signi t » motion em away. Wider a word, Maxtla vod Mazin ia when the white- haired stranger strode haughtily away. Mazina sought her own room, where, throwing herself upon a couch, she lay tortured with painful reflections. The events of the evening had made a deep impression upon the ptor’s mind, as he walked along the dark streets, he endeavored fathom the probable result of his adventure. Reaching his studio, entered by the secret e; and for some eyeing chal study in the darkness. length procuring a light, he com- working upon the statue. “a plies CHAPTER IIL THE TWO VOWS. Let us take the reader back a few hours previous to Mazina’s leaving the palace for the arbor in the park. Lord Ahuitzol was Spacious saloon of his palace. The apartment was com- modious though not lofty. The ceiling was of odoriferous wood, in- ee carved, — “y floor was covered with mats of mre were hur gorgeous draperies of feather-work, wrought in imitation of : aes, pee See FAA oarions art, and a ng radiance of colors presented a gorgeous appearanee. Erond of incens rose up fom cnr, ad diffused sweet odors The old Satenee wie reclining upon a cushioned seat, drawn up in front of an open casement, overlooking the park. A beautiful slave girl stood near him with a fan in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other. She was about twenty years of age, and was dressed in the style = Ms saving maids Pas Yack. laces of the = er was small thoug metrically developed, an her features well molded. Her complexion was of a much lighter shade than usual among the Aztecs. Her eyes were dark, keen, piercing. Her black, glossy hair hung in flowing masses, and reach- ed to her waist. The expression of her countenance was agreeable; yet, a sly inkling of deceit lurked in the corners of her eyes, and an unflinching purpose lay asleep in her thin lips and flexible nostrils. She was a singular person, possessed of a singular disposition. conniclbooks.conn