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TEE FALL OF MONTEZUMA
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That moment the two cannons on the wall of the palace boomed almost simultaneously, and the downfall of the Aztec Kingdom began.
The Spanish plot had not been carried out with quite all the ease that they had expected. In fact, the first blood was shed by the followers of Huitzil, who seized a Spanish sentinel and butchered him forthwith on the sacrifice stone of the God of War.
Immediately, hundreds of Aztecs sprang up around the causeway leading to the palace gate.
For a half-hour a fierce hand-tohand battle raged, that would have given the Aztecs the victory had not the cannons been loaded and discharged into the ranks of the now terrified natives.
But ten Spaniards had been killed and horribly mangled. Several others were severely wounded. But the golden palace of Montezuma was theirs, with all its priceless contents — in the name of His Majesty King of Spain and Protector of the Holy Church!
Both Huitzil and Cacamatzin were killed — their followers had now fled. The conquerors were alone with their conquest. Cortez surveyed the prospect with satisfaction. There was a soft murmur at his side, and a warm hand touched his.
"Ugh! the greasy blackamoor woman again!" he exclaimed dis
gustedly, turning toward the timid Marina, who had stolen to his side. "From my sight, slave, or I'll have thee taught thy place at the end of a pike. Away ! ' '
There was no mistaking the order.
DEATH OF MONTEZUMA
Marina drew away like a wounded doe.
Near the altar of the God of Peace, whither he had stolen to offer up his broken heart and life, she found Montezuma, the Prince of the fairest kingdom in all the Western world, the man who had desired her for his queen — with a Spanish pike thrust thru his great, peace-loving heart !
The Photoplay Immortal
By MRS. D. H. ROSENBAUM
Oh. Photoplay ! Thou art immortal ;
Thy popularity shall never die. When forms of men, that are but mortal,
Have gone, and deeply buried lie, Thy beauty shall live on forever,
To gladden eyes of souls to come. From thee no one thy power can sever,
For thou give understanding, tho thy speech is dumb.
Oh, thou most wonderful ! We feel thy spell ;
Thy charm has drawn our souls to thee. Thy subtle power steals over us, we love it well.
With thee we roam, in our imagination, just as free As does the bird of passage when in flight;
Thy magic power does cause all care to flee. Oh. Photoplay ! How well we know the greatness of thy might ;
We would our homage pay to him who first inverted thee.