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{HEB CONFESSION 23 humble supplicant. ‘* Will you not listen tome? Can you not love me? Qh, speak that word, which would make me so happy !”’ cans did not speak. She remamed as a statue, while he con- ued : — “* Mazina, I have long loved you, — loved you with all my heart. I cannot live without you. Say, dear Mazina, will you be mine?” “* That can not be,’ she replied. ‘* You know ere you asked, what Py earn must be. I have told you I can not be your wife. Why will you persecute me again? ”” . Toluea rose slowly to his feet. There was a glance in his wicked eye that filled her heart with fearful apprehension. There was no mistaking his hateful purpose of revenge and injury. “* You shall be mine!’ he hissed, taking a step forward; “or you shall be —— ”” | ** Hold! foul miscreant !”’ shouted a voice, hoarse with passion. “7 Lee fer your life or I will hurl your vile carcass from the corridor. way!” 7 The bafiled villain turned and beheld the strange priest, standing there like an avenger. Toluca fled tely, ant his ears were saluted, as he hurried away, by the low, mocking laugh of Metzli, who had witnessed all. ~ r CHAPTER V. THE DOOM OF THE LOVERS. Wurre these events were taking place on the corridor, at Lord "s palace, Maxtla Ytzcoatl was busily engaged in his studio. He had labored | all the previous night upon the statue, in his secret apartment, was looking forward to an early day for its completion, when he would surprise the emperor with such an offer- — as no monarch before him had ever received. He was not aware any person except himself knew of this undertaking; yet, it had been more than a year since he commenced the work. — r The meridian of the day had arrived, still Maxtla was busily en- eeged. at et ay a tall, ungainly, rough-featured individual studi Sean 7 io. e sculptor looked up, recognized the person “ a ‘ Cruzilli, a peng day.” ** Well, yes, rather. Got plenty of work now?” ** More than I can do.”’ oa commcloooks.comn)