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deathlike sleep for the space of days. "When she had been given up as dead, and carried outside the city walls to be placed in the Capulet vault, 'twas then, in hot haste, Romeo was to be sent for to join her, and bring her out of her trance to dear life again.
The beginning of the elaborate scheme went off beautifully. Juliet, having swallowed the drug, lay composed, her fair, young body stiffened into marble. One by one, the house of Capulet, servants, retainers, kinsmen, passed before the bier of the stricken jewel, their forms shaken with weeping. A cortege slowly carried her thru the gates, and laid her in state at the final bourne of high and low, under the banks of the Adige.
On the road to Mantua two messengers had been dispatched, one with news of state and sundry gossip, and the other, a sure-fellow and mendicant friar, one Friar John, whose words were for Romeo's ears alone.
But the courier had barely arrived, carrying tidings of the fair Juliet's death, among other things, when a pestilence broke out in Mantua, and the gates were shut against further entrants.
Juliet's death was reported to Romeo. He would not believe it at first, but as night drew on, the sinister fact had sunk deep into his mind ; his last and most precious link to life was broken. It was then he sought out a vile apothecary's den and purchased a sure poison, which, this wretch assured him, would blot out the souls of twenty men.
To horse then, and, while the lights
of Verona were veiled, and the last grave-diggers had left the place, Romeo entered the churchyard, with a torch to find the vault of the Capulets.
Another watcher had come before him, tho, Paris, to mourn his bride of the morrow. In amazement, he beheld Romeo strive to tear apart the bars of the tomb. This seeming desecration by the hated Montague enraged him, and, drawing his rapier, he fell upon the half-mad husband. Again was it fated that Romeo must slay a valiant Veronese, but, in his passion of agony, he left Paris where he fell, and again attacked the tomb.
At last, he broke entrance, and there, in virginal white, as if sleeping, lay his young wife and pure loved one, the jewel of Verona.
With his head across her knees, he breathed his last earth-weary sigh, and swallowed the draught that would carry him quickly to her.
As his spirit soared away forever, hers came gently back to life, and she awoke to pink consciousness, and the sense of a weight across her knees.
A few terrible moments told her all : Romeo, believing her dead, had set out upon the long road to join her. And even so, so great was the love of these two, she plucked his dagger forth, and sheathed it in a heart that was ready to follow.
And so, on the morrow, Prince and Capulet and Montague found them; and what hate nor lust could not bring about, this grievous love accomplished to end the long feud in the streets of Verona.
The Moving Picture
By GEORGE B. STAFF
Gay childish eyes, by wonder glorified, Accept this modern miracle they find ;
While those who long have lingered on Time 's tide., Look on this product of a modern mind
With thoughts of future things they shall not see,
And dreams of man's achievements yet to be!