A soft strain of music sounded, and then at the back of the cave appeared a little figure in cloudy white, with glittering wings, golden hair, and a garland of roses on its head.  Waving a wand, it sang . . .

    Hither I come,
    From my airy home,
    Afar in the silver moon. 
    Take the magic spell,
    And use it well,
    Or its power will vanish soon!

And dropping a small, gilded bottle at the witch’s feet, the spirit vanished.  Another chant from Hagar produced another apparition, not a lovely one, for with a bang an ugly black imp appeared and, having croaked a reply, tossed a dark bottle at Hugo and disappeared with a mocking laugh.  Having warbled his thanks and put the potions in his boots, Hugo departed, and Hagar informed the audience that as he had killed a few of her friends in times past, she had cursed him, and intends to thwart his plans, and be revenged on him.  Then the curtain fell, and the audience reposed and ate candy while discussing the merits of the play.

A good deal of hammering went on before the curtain rose again, but when it became evident what a masterpiece of stage carpentery had been got up, no one murmured at the delay.  It was truly superb.  A tower rose to the ceiling, halfway up appeared a window with a lamp burning in it, and behind the white curtain appeared Zara in a lovely blue and silver dress, waiting for Roderigo.  He came in gorgeous array, with plumed cap, red cloak, chestnut lovelocks, a guitar, and the boots, of course.  Kneeling at the foot of the tower, he sang a serenade in melting tones.  Zara replied and, after a musical dialogue, consented to fly.  Then came the grand effect of the play.  Roderigo produced a rope ladder, with five steps to it, threw up one end, and invited Zara to descend.  Timidly she crept from her lattice, put her hand on Roderigo’s shoulder, and was about to leap gracefully down when “Alas!  Alas for Zara!” she forgot her train.  It caught in the window, the tower tottered, leaned forward, fell with a crash, and buried the unhappy lovers in the ruins.

A universal shriek arose as the russet boots waved wildly from the wreck and a golden head emerged, exclaiming, “I told you so!  I told you so!” With wonderful presence of mind, Don Pedro, the cruel sire, rushed in, dragged out his daughter, with a hasty aside . . .

“Don’t laugh!  Act as if it was all right!” and, ordering Roderigo up, banished him from the kingdom with wrath and scorn.  Though decidedly shaken by the fall from the tower upon him, Roderigo defied the old gentleman and refused to stir.  This dauntless example fired Zara.  She also defied her sire, and he ordered them both to the deepest dungeons of the castle.  A stout little retainer came in with chains and led them away, looking very much frightened and evidently forgetting the speech he ought to have made.