small white blossoms. One of these 

 concerns a Moorish maiden, Zara, 

 whose lover was a warrior, chief of a 

 wandering tribe. On one of his ab- 

 sences she dreamed that she saw him 

 lying dead in the desert, with a spear 

 through his heart. 



The figures in the dream seemed so 

 vivid that she sprang from her couch 

 with a scream, and listening, heard 

 the sound of a horse's hoofs beneath 

 her window. In a moment she had 

 run to the casement and thrown it 

 open, hoping to find her dream un- 

 true ; but it was upon no living horse 

 and rider that her terrified eyes rested, 

 for so shadowy and evanescent were 

 they that the moonlight shone directly 

 through them. She called her lover's 

 name several times, each time with 

 less courage, and then as the ghostly 

 figure turned, revealing the spear in 

 his heart, she fainted and fell from her 

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