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. IAM WEARY-THE ORPHAN’S
SONG.
BY LIZZIE.
Angel Mother, I am weary,
• "Os this vain world’s ceaseless strife;
Earth to me is so, so dreary,
There’s no joy for me in life.
My pathway’s strown with withered flowers,
None around ire freshly bloom,
And the swiftly fleeting hours,
Bear my fond hopes to the tomb.
T
Friendship’s ties are lightly broken—
I have wound them r’otrad my heart;
A ceaseless word, too’ lightly spoken,
• Bids some treasured link depart.
Mother, is there rest in Heaven,
Do. all sorrows thence depart—
Is the weak sonl never riven,
Broken ne’er the trusting heart?
Ahl then ’tis a blessed Heaven,
Where all sorrows ever close;
Where, when every tie is riven,
\V T eary hearts can find release:
Take me thither, blessed mother, s
Bear me from this world of paiD,
To where all beings love each other,
And arc never loved in vain.
Hickory Hill , Merriurether County.
WHTTM.r
THE WINE-SELLER’S DAUGHTER,
.\ ' |
/iTHE JJJfcHT SB&KapX*''
BATTLE dr NSW OHIiEANS.
RY WILLIAM HENRY PECK.
Author of “ The Brother's Vengeance,” “ Vir
ginia Qlencgirt," “ Saul, the Renegade”
“ The Moctorton," “ The Red Dwarf, .'
« The Family Doom," “ The
Black Phantom," “ The
Corsican,” “Blobs,"
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CHAPTER XIV.
ROSETTA AND VIOLA.
Rosetta was a prisoner, chance had
thrown her in the way of Carlos, who
was not slow to make the most of cir
cumstance. He was an exceedingly
dangerous villain because he was npt
only vigilant but as rapid as thought
in using every advantage.
When Rosetta sprang from her bed
room window she lighted unharmed
upon her hands and feet in the grassy
yard below, and then ran on through
the little garden which in those days
surrounded the rear of the wine-seller’s
house —now that garden has disap-
Jieared to make room for a pistol gal
ery.
Easily escaping from the garden in
to the back street Rosetta ran on
without knowing in .what direction she
was running, for as she believed she
was pursed her only thought waß to
elude her father.
After running for some time, she
found herself upon the bank of the
great riyer, whose bend there has given
a poetical name' to the city of New
Orleans, and after becoming convinced
that she was not pursued she sat down
to regain breath.
The mighty Mississippi rolled its
dark and dangerous volume swiftly
on; scarcely seen, but with its majestic
rush of waters distinctly heard, and
Rosetta, as she gazed upon the gloom
of its grandeur wished that she lay
cold and drowned beneath its waves.
“He isfsals as false can be,” she
murmured, giving free veht to her
tears and sobs, for who wap ' 4 *y2pr
or see her there. “Oh Victor f 'How
I have loved thee ! Ah, love thee yet
—though all proves thee base, treach
erous—-infamous. Have I not driven
mypoor doting father mad for thee,
Victor ? Is it not better for me to leap
into this voiceless river and end my
soul’s-.anguish forever? Forever?
Ah, therens thofearful hereafter! —and
suicides*? . What is their punishment ?
I dare not s—l 5 —I dare not die by my own
ac t—but oh Heaven! would that I
might now die! Better had I died be
fore I saw thee, Victor! They seek
thy life, Victor —my mad father, that
cold and merciless Hartly—the out
raged father of Viola—arid he—Alli
son—her lover —so fierce in fight—he
longs to slay thee ! I must try to save
\ thee—but bow can I tell where to seek
ikboftb to .SSutjicm literate, JESTS® General Intormatica,
thee ? I cannot stay here—every min
ute seems an age of agony —and yet
how little time have I left to warn
thee !”
She- arose and ran back into the
city, hoping, praying for aidpliom
Heaven. Wandering thus at random,
and hiding from the sentfacls, who
seemed unusually active, she was
rushing near Carlos when the, villain
arrested, her by grasping her dress,
When she spoke.he knew Iter by her
voice *, anddisguisinghis voice decoyed
her into the house ofot. JoKh. He left
her to the guidance of Marbel and, as
we have seen, pushed on for a'n inter
view with St. John—it being his trait
orous intention, if he found the cap
tain backward, to carry Rosetta from
the house and let the plot go on or
fall through without him. •
But the powerful Captain’s sleepless
vigilance had prevented this, and we
have seen him reluctantly following
St. John to the convention of the
League.^,
M call while Marbel, who seldom
opened her skinny lips save to curse,
led the miserable Rosetta into the
presence of Viola..
“ Viola Ilartly !” exclaimed Roset
ta, as. that lady rose from the sofa
upon which she was lying. “ I wish
to see Captain St. John,"
“ Rosetta,” “cried Viola, in open
eyed astonishment. “Oh fly from
this dangerous place or you are ruined
—fly at once.”
“ She can’t and she shan’t!” said
Marbel, placing her giantess form be
tween Rosetta and the door.
“ Ah ! Thenyou too are a prisoner,”
cried Viola in'accents of, pity.
“la prisoner! No—l came here
of my'own free will,” replied Roset
ta, but growing -pale- as she
Mar hd’s sardonic grin.
* “ V6u have been ensnared, poor
girt,” *said Viola, taking Rosetta’s
hands in hers. Ahy-you have been
bought., by the'' wiles of Victor St.
John-and sold by hjs. villainy to that
monstrous pirate, Carles, the Span
iard. Rosetta, do you love Capt. St.
Juhll ?” ' .
question?” aemanden Rbselta, flush
ing scarlet to the tspiples.
Violajeplied' with a mournful smile,
“ Rosetta 1 wish to he your friend;
let me bo your friend, lio
c.mnot but hate you,-£-for, bui f i '
he would."' fove nie/’.‘ exclaimed the
passionate Rosetfe '
“ You should nVt hate me. Rosetta,
but bins. Listen, he has bartered you
for me. He has promised Carlos to
giveyou to-him, if Carlos would aid
him iff abducting me. How came you
here&sis
Rosetta’s Naughtiness melted be
neath 'the kind and sisterly regard of
the lovely speaker, and rapidly told
all. :V
it not Carlos who came here
with « lis lady ?" demanded Viola of
Ma*i>el.
# The man-that led me hither wore
a cloak which he held over his face,”
said Rosetta. “ Ah, it was Carlos—
I was mad not to know him. Woman!”
she.- cried, facing Marbel. “ Let me
pass out —and do you tell Victor St.
-John that I hate and loathe him. It
was a crime to deceive me, but to sell
me. and —arid—my love—horrible!
Let me pass !”
“Stand back,'-young woman!, or
I’ll tie ye. Don’t scowl at me, spar
row ! I’d mash yer to bits in a minit
with these,” cried Marbel,' opening and
clenching her long, lean fingers, all
garnished with sharp black nails.
“ I’d tear yer pretty face into bloody
ribbons for my Sunday bonnet.
I’ve, tanned as bravo pullets as either
of ye afore—and for the captain
too!”
“ For him ! Oh,my God!” groaned,
poor Rosetta. “And I haw^Toml
She sank into a heap floor
and buried her face in her hipds.
“ What’s the splutter,”} croaked
Marbel. “You can’t bothgfcg ve the
Captin’, and to my thinkin’ ISfefonder
of blue eyes than Jus
taste is not parfect. Take iteaPp, tgy
little one. The Captin’ may change
his mind and take to ye, and give the
yellow haired one to jolly bold
Carlos.”
“ Ohvwhat a monster !” cried the
unhappy girls, flying into each other’s
arms, terrified by the malignant spite
of the hag. J§|y|PiK
“ Carlos is not Buch s handsome lad
as the Captin’—sich like is hard to
find —but'Carlos is free with his gold
and always has plenty of it. After
all, my pretty ones, yer safer here
to-night, than ye’d be at home —I kin
tell yer that!”
“Wretch! What do you mean !”
exclaimed Rosetta.
“ None o’ them names to me, miss,”
replied Marbel, ferociously. “ Ye’d
better get on my blind side from the be
ginning—l tell ye that —for when ye’ll
GItEENYILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12, 1801.
begin to wither, and wilt, and pine,
and moan ye’ll need a friend to con
sole ye —for the Captin’ never loves
anybody long—don’t I know ? I’ve
been nigh him these ten years—here
and there and everywhere.”
“ And I h>v4d him,” moaned poor
Rosetta, burying her face in Viola’s
bosom. “Oh how I hate him now !”
“ Why you’re nothing but a fast
grown child,” continued Marbel, “and
it is hard that the captin* should have
stolen yer little mite of a heart to give
ye to joHy hold I
hard, and I’ll have a talk with the
captin’ ’sarning that. I like’s you
little one, better than I do that blue
eyed one, for all she’s so proud. If I
have any say, the captin’ ’ll take ye
and let her go to jolly bold Carlos.”
The unfortunate girls made no reply
to this horrible speech, and Marble
contihued :
“I said ye’re safer here this njght
than ye’d be at yer homes. To-night
is to he a dreadful night for New Or
leans. Here—see here,” she said,
going to one end of the room and
cautiously raising a window, the shut
ters of which were closed lattice
work. “This house was built first,
and then a big dancing-room was built
agin it—this winder opens right in the
old dancing room, and if ye will come
ye may hear and see what’s hatching
agin New Orleans—come, it won’t
hurt ye, and will take yer minds from
the little misery its natural ye’d be
feelin’ in a strange place.”
“ Come,” said Viola to Rosetta,
“ the woman speaks truly. It will be
a relief to us till the time comes
around for our rescue.”
“Shall we be rescued?” pleaded
Rosetta, who seemed prostrated by the
wreck of her heart’s first love.
“ I know ,we shall be rescued ?”
replied the heroine Viola. “ I have a
God in Heaven, a father, and brothers
and a lover on earth!”
“ I have no brothers,” moaned Ro
setta. “ I have driven my father mad
—for that God will punish me—and
alas ! I have no lover new
She went bitterly and wrung hetj
*' r cryin V for after tunes,
snarled Marbel, “ come, the hall is all
-alight now, and from here ye kin have
a full face view of'Captin’ St. John
pp the throne.”
'Rosetta sprang to the lattice and
shot one keen glance into the hall be
low ; then • covering her eyes she
crouched upon the floor moaning:
“It is Victor—and he smiles upon
Carlos ! Oh great Heaven, how I have
been betrayed !”
Viola was not content with a single
glance, but turned eye and ear upon'
the scene below.
The hall was not brilliantly lighted,
yet a single lamp, which burned upon
a table near the dais upon which St.
John was seated, revealed the features
of the handsome chief of the conspir
ators.
Carlos stood near the Captain, and
about thirty men were in the hall,
and more were coming in at intervals.
Viola could perceive that each new
comer made some secret sign and gave
a password, though the masks all wore,
save Carlos and St. John, which were
not taken off.
One by one as they entered, the
conspirators advanced to the centre of
the hall, and cried out some number
included between 1500 and 1800, and
at the same time dropped a coin into
a small box.
“ So, has found him
self,” mutterecWarios as the number
1784 was called out by a mask.” “I
am not surprised, for I.have always
mistrusted the rascal.”
St. John, keen, watchful and sharp
eared, kept his steady gaze upon No.
1784, as lie moved and finally sat down
in the shadow of one of the pillars
which sustained the floor above.
The Captain said nothing, but a
ferocious gleam of malice and exulta
tion shone &jg,tiis eyes for an instant,
and then hisjgee grew cold and stern.
At sentinel at the narrow
entrance jgpgr announced that no more
were St. John arose.
“
now met before the
striking of the Mow. We have no
time to waste in "liberation, for our
course is decided. Some of you have
demanded, gold.”
A loud murmur arose from the as
sembly, which now numbered over
fifty.
“ Well, I have gold. Here are ten
thousand dollars in. coin. Let the
Captain of each band advance, and
take his portion for distribution among
his troop. When we meet again our
number may be less, but our booty
will be more.” ‘
“Beauty and Booty!” said the as
sembly in a subdued shout, as eight or
ten masks advanced to receive, the
gold from the chief.
This affair was soon concluded, and
St. John continued:
“ Let it be well and carefully re-
member ed by all, especially by the
officers of the bands, that the signal
for the onslaught can he given gnly
by me, and that signal will Ve she
firing of the cannon on the roof of
this house. You will hear its report
between the hours of two ahd three!
Upon hearing it let your look-outs
wait for the signal of rockets, which
will immediately follow the firing of
the cannon. "Ho not act upon a can
non’s report alone, for some chance
might discharge one by other hands
than mine—frotn your various stations
you can easily see the firing of a rocket
on this roof. Having seen that, go to
work at once. You will have more
allies than you suppose, for I have not
been idle. You will friends
in the dark by the watchwdift, ‘ Beau
ty and Booty,’ and by and white scarf
across the breast. Let the torch be
applied in every League-chamber, first
of all, to the prepared combustibles,
and use your torches in as many places
as possible.... The inscription ‘ B & B.’
has 'made known to you those places
in which no fire must be used—use the
sword aB you will. All plunder, save
silver and gold, must-be unnoticed.”
“And jewels,” put in OarloS)~with
a grin.
“ Jewels, of course, arc legal booty,”
said St. John/’
'“ And beauty ?” * again grinned
Carlos. yA. * Z
“ Look to booty first—beauty will
be a drug in our market when the city
is in ashes,” commanded St. John.
“ Gold, silver and jewels are- to be
brought here, for future distribution ;
upon this square no torch rnasif be
touched.
I have advices from ifils British
army which declare that it is now oh*
der arms, and preparing for immediate
attack. One of the brethren of the
League,.now present, has just arrived
from the British camp —here is the
written message of the commander.’/-*
He- displayed a letter and
aloud:
“ ‘ Act! We attack before dawn.
The camp is in motion. Ten o’clock,
fth January,.‘B. & B.”
-by
him shit. ”
Another subtitled shout from the
eager-conspirators.
them fight it out,” thought
St, John, as his cold and haughty eye
flashed over the scene. “ I shall not*'
expose myself to the risk of a chance
shot.'. -If the plot succeeds—let it.
If.4t fails, let it; for my contract with
the is to hold
good in eitfterfcase, so the attempt be
made and These ruffians
will prove it> R must ready to
escape with Viola if tnj> LCagjjg is
crushed—and that is almost, an im
possibility. I will give the signal;
and like Nero, look on from thri house
top while Rome burns below.”*
The conspirator Mapes now un
masked and said:
Wo have, a traitor among us !*!
“Point him out at once,”, cried SC
John.
Mapes advanced to a conspirator
and tore off his mask.
“Capt. Shicl!” exclaimed many
voices.
“ Look at his face and say if he is
a true man,” demanded Mapes, point
ing at the ghastly p’allor of -the trem
bling mapi S, “ .Recuse him of intend
ing °to 5 W81.y League. He has
now on hi3 person a full description of
the League, its purposes, the names of
its members, places of meeting and
everything connected wilh.it. I dis
covered him in thg ihgwfed
addressing it to Xffd^wJackson.
A score of hands nearly stripped
the detected traitor of his clothing in
tie#-furious search for proofs of guilt.
• The packet was found and delivered
to-St. John, who glanced over it and
said. ' 3jp'-
“Our-laws have provided for this
matter. The penalty is death in the
presence of the League.”
“ Spare me, Captain !
my friends —rny treachery has
jured you,” shrieked Sliiel, fallinjjg|pg
on his knees, and glancing imploring
ly about him. RF’
“You intended to destroy us. We
punish for the attempt. Lower the
cord,” commanded St. John.
And now for the first time Viola,
peering thiough’ the lattice, perceived
an iron ring fastened by, a bolt to the j
centre of the ceiling, and from it, run
ning straight to the farther wall, and
.again down the wall to the floor, what
seemed to be a broad, black line. »
That line was a strong cord, not
larger than a man’s finger, but of
tried and fatal strength. . . - ■
This cord now began to descend from
the ring to the floor, lowered by the
merciless hands of a dozen conspira
tors, who contended for the post of
vengeance.
“Stand back there!” commanded
St. John. “ There are regular officers
for that duty.”
The crowd retired from the wall,
leaving the cord in the grasp of two
men, who threw off their masks and
revealed two savage visages, one of a
white man the other of a negro. .
“Ah ! will they hang the wretch,”
cried Viola, as she saw four men seize
the miserable man and drag him to
wards the centre of the room.
“Os course,” snarled Marbel.—
“ That’s five the Captain has had hung
up there to-day, this month.”
“ Help I Mercy! Murder! Spare
me !*’ screamed Shiel, as his execution
ers held him beneath the cord, which
was coming down slowly; writhing,
twisting, bavJ. tu-irling'abovc the pitia
ble Wretch as if it were a'living viper
exulting in the misery of its victim.
“ Gag him !” exclaimed St. John,
calmly, and in a moment/r-tfys cries for
mercy were forced down the traitor’s
throat, with a great wad of dry sponge,
held£in his gaping mouth by a cravat
tied across his white ana’ horrible
face. . v
The doomed man already .suffered
all the horrors of suffocation, for as
the sponge became saturated with the
moisture of his mouth and tongue it
swelled in his jaws, and more than
half strangled him.
He could not speak his prayers for
mercy, but his rolling eyes and dis
torted features were alive with' the
speechless eloquence of despair.
“Spare him, Victor St. John!”
cried Rosetta, horrified beyond all
control, and dashing open the lattice.
“ Can you be so cruel!”
Poor girl, she had recognized in the
culprit a man.,who*had once saved her
life, by perilingTus4o snatch her from
beneath the hoofs of a runaway horse,
not a year before. Unhappy Rosetta,
her only fault was her loyg. for that
cruel and rfonhearted Cataline, seated
upon his conspirator throng in all the
pride of merciless power. '•'* A ,
Viola shrank, from the glarp of the
fiery eyes that shot glances ofHvonder
at Hie open window, and her. heart
bflSfcthicErtintf fast as a score of hoarse
voices joined 'lß.tfee cry of:
“ Rosetta, the Wine Seller’s Daugh
ter 1”
I. /-.ycai*.
CLARA PI ANTELLI. ■
“ A spy! A spy 1” shouted a-dpsjen
fierce ruffiaus, drawing their pistols,
as if about to shoot at the beautiful
and bosomy leaning with outspread
arms from th#-window. * 1$
“Halt 1” thundered St.
ing to his feet,' “ She is no,spy. pay
friends. She js sealed,to Carlos.”
Aye, Beauty and Booty 1” growl
ed Carlos.
Rosetta’s shrill scream of “horror
echoed through the hall at this proof
of Victor’s fearful treachery, and she
swooned in theArJp of Marbel.
“And the: other! the other?”
roared one of the conspirators, as he
caught sight of Viola’s pale face.
“Sealed to me !” 'exclaimed St.
Johri. “ Carfes and I have been at
work already! This is otfr affair, and
.dobs not concern the-League.”
“Aye,” cried Carlos, swaggering
in triumph ; “what says our law about
such things—‘Every man catch his
own birds. ” ' ■ : *'
A brutal laugh' was the admiring
answer.
“ Swing up the traitor?” command
ed St. John, desiring to-turn the at
tention of the unruly saCeKtes.
Shicl,' who had flattered himself
with sudden born hope, when-Rosetta
pleaded for him, now struggled with
all a madman’s strength, and though
the noose was drawn about his neck
he grappled the throU of Mapes as
the cord was hurried upward, with the
mad haste of brutal vengeance, and
before those who were running across
the hall with the other end of the
rope could be checked, both Shiel and
Mapes were swinging almost to the
lofty ceiling, Shiel held by the cord
and Mapes by the death-grip of
Shiel.
“ Lower away ! Let loose ! Let
fall-1” shouted Carlos,
f- jjut SIM fierce in his agonies and
virmictiv6*'in dying, anticipated the
rescue and suddenly let go his grasp,
so that Mapes was precipitated head
long from a height of_ twenty feet.
He fell with a crash and lay mo
tionless upon the floor.
“He is dead as a handspike,”
growled Carlos, turning the wretch
over with no gentle hand. “We’ve
lost one of our best men, mates,
and so there’s an end’Of that.”
“ The next; in command must head
the two bands thus deprived their
leaders,” remarked St. John, author
itatively. “ Let the traitor 'swigg
j there until fte need the rope again';
[ans".t tflink tlhe need is near. It is
my 'i*trh. to say, ‘ There is a traitor
among! rig !C” •
I A smhJeri'Ktillness fell upon all, and
j many shrank from the menacing glance
l-of the chief, as it flashed here and
there, as if seeking some 'one to de
| nounce.
“To the test,” continued St. John.
1 i‘Lefevery man name his coin, him-
NO. W.
self, and unmask. A traitor may get
into this hall but he cannot get .put
alive.”
The conspirators fell back Yrotn the
dais, and Carlos held the jox into
which each man had drooped a coin
after entering the halh
One by otie the conspirators a«B*i
vanced to the dais, unmasked, gave
a number and name until but one mail
remained.
“ Come forward, mask) Call (ot
your coin, give its date, your name
and unmask,” said St, John, sternly,
The mask advanced and spoke t
“I demand my golden passport in
the name of the. League.”
“ Right,” said-.St John,
“In right'of its date, 1784."
“Right.” • *
■“ And in • the tiatne of Fierre
Rivart.” * -
“ Unmask, ahd if you are he seek
it,*’ continued St. John.
The applicant threw aside his mask
and stood revealed.
“ Benditto, the fortttne-tellef !” ex
claimed Carlos, while St. John stared
upon thebold Italian with saVage ex
ultation.
“ lie is" an interloper! A spy I
Hang him!” shouted the conspira
tors.
“ You hear your sentence, Bendit
to,” said St. John. “ Execution fol
lows instantly—my very cunning
o° un t Mario di Antelli, of Florence.”
-“Look I like Maigo now!” ex*
■claimed he whom we have thus far
knQwn’as’ Benditto, casting off a wig
of grizzly locks, his false eye brows
and false .beard, and at'the same time
rapidly passing a handkerchief #ver
his face after dipping it in an jitn of
water near him. •
“ Am I Count Mario, my very
ning Henri Le Grand !”
But for a moment St. John seemed
speechless with horror; and then after ■
a wild stare of terror, upon the face
before him he shrieked rather than
exclaimed:
1 “ Clara di Antelli! My Wife !”
j “ Will you hang me now, Hemd'jLe
1 Grand ‘i Shall the Cord or the djtgge^
jto complete !" Zij'lßS '
it Was she, the original of the portrait
of the Italian girl.
Captain St. John was in a tremor of
terror and dismay. It seemed to him
that his wife had suddenly sprung from
the grave ; still, the devilish audacity
of the ’ man finally came to his aid. "
“ You shall not hang, vindictive
woman, though such boldness deserves
no milder punishment."
“ Beware,” said Clara. “If J once
dreamed that you, as you sit there, in
this den of villains, could dare raise
your hand against me, or speak to my
injury you should die upon the in
stant. I have but to cross my hands
above my head, and you die where you
sit.”
St, John grew pale for all hig bold
ness, and his eye Wandered from face
to face, as if seeking for the. ambushed
foe. He saw no covert violence in the
astonished features about him, yet he
knew the daring woman was not
speaking falsely.
Had his eye been near enough to *
pierce through the deep shadow that
enshrouded one corner of the large
hall, and which obscureij a crevice in
the decaying wall, he would have Seen
Yadak’s steady gaze, as be watched
every motion of his mistress, and fin
gered impatieritly with the trigger of •
a carbine \ for crouching Upon the
floor of the adjacent deserted house,
the Asiatic had noiselessly enlarged
the crevice, made known by Pierre
Rivart’s extorted confession—until he
knew there would be room to use his
weapon. •
Os this terrible danger St. John
knew nothing, hut he was skilled in
reading the expression of the human
face, and knew, from the firm lips and
steady eyes of Clara Antelli, that
life hung upon a thread. -
[to be continued in our next.]
A Mr. Tassie has recently died in
London, at the age of 88, who gained
much notoriety, years ago, as the lucky
I winner of the great Shakspear Boydell
: Lottery. It is understood that the
lottery ticket by which he became pos
sessed of the Boydell Gallery and Pic
tures, jwas obtained in this way S A
gentleman called at Tassie’s shop, and
mentioning the matter to him, asked
him if he had taken a ticket. Find
ing that he had not done so, this gen
tieman offered to Tassie his own (or
one of his own;) Mr. Tassie took it,
i and paid his guinea. This turned out,,
to be the prize ticket, and brought its
owner pictures and a lease for which
he received upwards of $50,000 in
money.
A Belgian, of Ghent, has discovered,,
that the rusting of nails employed to
fasten the branches of fruit trees to
walls can be prevented by knocking
into the wall, at the same time as the
nail, a small piece of zinc.