The moon rose when they had proceeded some distance beyond the last house, and Inez paused suddenly, and looked anxiously about her.
"Sacra Dio! I trust you have not lost your way! Holy Mother, preserve us if we have gone wrong." "I knew we must be near the place: it is under yonder tree; fear nothing Senora, come on:" and a few more steps brought them to the designated spot.
A shallow excavation had been made, sufficient to admit with ease the body of a full-grown man; and on its margin they softly laid their burden down.

Every object shone in the clear moonlight, and stranger scene never moon shone upon.

A dreary waste stretched away in the distance, and sighingly the wind swept over it.

Inez knelt beside the grave, her wan yet still beautiful features convulsed with the secret agony of her tortured soul; the long raven hair floating like a black veil around the wasted form.

Just before her stood the old woman, weird-like, her wrinkled, swarthy face exposed to full view, while the silver hair, unbound by her exertion, streamed in the night breeze.
Loosely her clothes hung about her, and the thin, bony hands were clasped tightly as she bent forward and gazed on the marble face of the dead.