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THE PATRIOT’&jgATH.
9Y LIOXORA IIULLJNS.
On Buena Vista’s bloody field
A soldier dying lay,
His thoughts were on hts mountain home,
Some thousand miles away.
He called his comrade to bis aide,
for much be had to say,
In briefest time to those who were
Boms thousand miles away.
Ut father comrade you will tell,
About this bloody fray,
My country standard say to him,
' If»s safe with me to-day.
'j-have made a pillow of it now
» On which to lay my head,.
A winditMt sheet you will make of it,
WhenT am with the dead.
1 know it will grieve his inmost sorl,
, To think that never more,
I will sot with him beneath the oak
.-That sh ides his cottage door.
But tell the time worn patriot,
That mindful of his feme,
• . Upqp this bloody battle field,
1 sullied:not his name.
• My mother's form is with me now,
Her wail is to my ear,
And drop by drop as flows my blood,
So drops from her a tear.
Then, oh, when you shall tell to her,
The tidings of this day,
: jv ; Speak softly comrade, sofily speak,
f , What you may have to say.
; ; Oh, speak to her In hurried words,
|2 The blighting news you bear,
HfgL The chords of life might snap too soon,
comrade have a cure.
.tJIPio take my x-ouniry s side.
iA s,.t comrade there is one I fain,
sBSI Once more to look • p -n,
’“She lives upon the sloping hill
That over looks the lawn.
The lawn where l shall never more,
In spring-time's pleasant hours
Go forth wiihiu a merry mood,
To gather wopdlami flowers.
jDn Buena Visfa’s bloody field,
. "a Tell her I dying lay,
‘ Xnd that I knew she thonght of me
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TfIEWINE-SELLER,’S DAUGHTER.
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■ ■ bkAPTER XV—CONTINUED.
“Comrades,” said he, turning to
the amazed assembly, “ this is a wo
man, and at some time during my lite
there was a connection between U3
which now commands me to interpose
hetweep her and your decree. Her
life must be spared.”
“Andwhere isßivart?” demanded
.* burly ruffian, stepping forward. |
“ Pierre Rivart was my crony —as gay
.f lark as ever chirped. Let this wo
man give us tidings of Rivart.”
' “ Aye ! Rivart! Life for life ! Ki
▼art!” shouted the conspirators pres
sing nearer to the dais.
Yadak’s carbine was now leveled
at the head of St. John, and had
Clara, raised her hands the conspna
tor would have died with a ball be
tween his eyes.
But Clara remained motionless, and
said calmly:
“ Rivart's life depends upon mine.
I do not value mine a feather s weight,
or I would not have come here alone.
If harm befalls me, Rivart will die a
mostihorrible death.”
• “Who cares for him?’ growled
Carlos. “ Let him die. If you go
hence the league will be betrayed.
Comrades, this is a woman, it seems;
but blood of my life she is a spy!”
“Hang the spy!” cried the. as
sembly. . .
“I have said no!” thundered St.
iohn, whose eyes had never wandered
from Clara’s, and who detected in jts
steady gleam a desperate resolve. He
secretly trembled, for he saw she did
not fear to die, and knew that courage
„ arose from the Consciousness of ability
flcbofcVta Jftterjiurc,
to slay him, even there amid his fol
lowers.
“ She shall live,” he continued.
“ But a prisoner.”
An expression of satisfaction light
ed up Clara’s sac face still beau
tiful, though sadly faded from the
beanty of her youth.
“ I am willing to be a prisoner,”
she said calmly. Then raising her
voice to a louder -tone she said, in
Arabic i
“Let him who Walts hasten to
rescue!”
“ What does thatmean 1" demand-
St. John, who did not understand the
words.
Clara smiled bitterly and replied:
“It means that I do not trust
you.”
“ She has confederates,” thought
St. John, again rolling his searching
glance from face to face. “Those
confederates may balk the conspiracy.
I must hasten the signal.” Then to
the assembly, “To your stations. Be I
ready. Await the signal—it may'
come sooner than you think.”
“ The sooner the better,” cried the |
conspirators. “ But the spy must.
hang.”
“She shall, my friends, but not now.
She shall die to-morrow.”
“ Who pledges his life for the life of
the spy? The law of the league de
mands the life of any one who takes
a prisoner, if that prisoner shall escape
before the blow falls,” saml Carlos.
“ I pledge mine,” replies St. John,
and then muttered, “If till
dawn may ruin seize me, I
with her alone once agai^!”
“ We accept the pledge,” excluime'fpj
Carlos, and that die 1
would free the prisoner, and so lay TcKv ,
his hated superior,#d?t **>-•. |
“I read your thoughts,” mused St.
John, as his ejm dwelt for a moment \
upon the sinister visage of
in-command. “Butaif you can tree :
her«fiom the pijson in which I shall
place, her jjgu 'are welcome to my
head*' *
then hurried away,
by one, to meet at their, respec
Ouxjos with Clara.
do you'not go with your
band ?’Sdeinajided St. John.
■ When 1. take my birdjj
with me, nobldWSiptawi,” replied Car-
Ids with iwswtfand ajeor.
“ <;oiuyEpdffyou shall take hdaf*.
said St. John.
lie turhefl as if abpjit to open the.
small door behind him? when Carlos
called out: *j, •«. ■:**
“ Fair and easy, nobje Captain. I
must tell you that mytwehty lads of
thunder axe me arodfid
this house, and lujve my orders to blow
on the league if Ifim ngt with them
within tep minutes, ‘fWyour helmet
on when you pjit your head in-a lion’s
jaws,’ says the proverb. You under
stand. If you play me false, blood of
my life, the plot falls through.”
“ Carlos, when you cease to be of
use to me, fear me,’* replied St. John
with a mocking laugh. “ I will lead
the way; you, madam, follow me.
Carlos may go, come or stay.”
“ I am with you,” growled Carlos,
as he followed aft|r Clara, who obeyed
Sts John’s gesture.
The ghastly'wmlng hanging from
the rope remained the sole occu
pant of the deserted hall.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE DEATH OF ST. JOHN.
Yadak, having heard the command,
“ Let him who waits hasten to the res
cue,” glided from his hiding place
and fled homeward to the house of the
fortune-teller, and ere many minutes
had passed stood before Mario.
“ Speak ! What news,” demanded
Mario, who had stripped off the court
-1 terpart of Benditto’s, or rather his
daughter’s disguise.
“ The youth we captured has be
trayed us, ’ said Yadak. “He did*
not warn my nohle mistress of every
test, and she is a prisoner.” *
“ A prisoner ! No worse, Yadak,”
cried Mario, whose features, undis
gnised were full of nobility, though
careworn.
“No worse, my master, but so. bad”
that my noble mistress bade me has
ten to the rescue,” replied Yadak,
who then rapidly related all that had
passed.
“Now hasten to the house of the
wine-seller, Paul Amar,” said Count
Mario, after hearing the recital. “ I
will write to tell him that.his daughter
is in the power of Victor St. Johs—
saloon is not far from here -»nd I
will await your return.”
“ And the who betrayed my
noble mistress ?” asked Yadak.
, “Is dead.”
“Ah! That pleasure should have
been my reward,” cried Yadak.
“What pleasure?” asked Mario,
writing.
“ The pleasure of vengeance upon
the traitor who attempted to betray
my uoh'e mistress to death, and did
GREENVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 19, 1861.
betray her to captivity,” replied
Yadak.
“He died in a tte raffing to escape
frem the room in which we con6ned
hi<B,” said Mario. “ Doubtless he
knew that the test would ruin my
daughter, and fearing our vetlgednce
sought to escape. He forced his way
trough a window, but in .leaping to
th% ground must have lightedupon his
hands and knees; for hearing a groan
I hurried into the yard to find him in
that posture —dead. Take this letter
to Paul.”
“ But what killed him ?”
■ “He had fallen upon a heap of old
iron, and a rusty spike had pierced his
breast—he died instantly and lies
there now. But hasten to the wine
seller.”,
Yadak hurried away, and was sotfn
in the f presence of Paul Amar and
Henry Allison, who sat in the almost
deserted saloon awaiting the hour of
midnight.
Yadak gave Mario’s letter to the
wine-seller, who read these words;
the bearer. Rosetta is
the cpjplfce es Vicjgr St. John. Ben*
“Ha f'lMl news,” cried
leaping to his feet. “ Bendiftb'is-.'*-'
true friend. Come, Captain,'
game is nearly up. We will call 'on
001. Hartley on our way..”
Within a few minutes ten well armed
men, picked from the . patrol force.by
Capt. Allison, wer§Qntfheirway to
the hdpe bf the letfffmphd with them
went AUison, HartljqCount Mario
and Yadak.
y In the meantime St. John with
‘Clara and Carlos had entered the
room occupied by Viola, Rosetta and
Marbel.
As the lofty figure of the captain
of the conspirators strode into the
apartment, Rosetta, now conscious,
recoiled -from him in horror and clung
Viola’s arm.
I have brought you a companion,
fair ladies, “said St. John; “not a
inan as her garb deeliiresgjrtyt a woman
who has played tjhe • spy ' and been
detected.” '
Clara, approaching' r ™
“ Love h im! •;■ 1 • loat ;
him—the blac-K hearted tfriihorj”! e'x
mla-imed Rosetta, flashing utter abhor
’‘reri’ce upon the Captain.
I told you how it would be,”
said Carlos. “Now being heart-free,
my sweet Rosetta, will you love as
good a man ?” .
A glance of terror was Rosetta’s
only reply.
“ It matters not,” growled Carlos.
“ You are to be Madame Sollio wheth
er you love me or not. Time flies,
Captain. Just hint to her how the
wind sets.”
A rahg pause ensued, during which
St. John paced the room moodily.
He believed that Carlbs had com
manded his desperate-bend to await
his egress from the he would
have shot him then amFjthere. But
such an act would ruin his own plans,
for the men of the swaggering ruffian
were devoted to their leader, and
would doubtless soon be clamoring for
admittance to the house, or betray the
league in blind revenge if Carlos was
injured.
The other conspirators had not had
time.to reach their various stations or
St. John would have given the signal
for sacking the city at once.
Little cared the villain- for the fate
of the miserable and betrayed Ro
setta, but it galled- bis pride to b§
forced to yield to his despised im
ferior.
“ Make haste, noble captain, or I
must take my bird by force,” growled
Carlos.
“ I see no help for it,” thought St.
John. “ Yet I can rescue her from
this brute within an hour. I must
appear to yield. Within fifteen min-
Kites the leaguers will all be at their
stations —I will then give the signal
and tffe first man I slay shall be
Carlos.”
Fearful agony was depicted upon the
face of the unhappy girl, as she
etched the features of her betrayer.
She thought it was pitjf for her that
him from completing his
base compact; but he, heartless vil
lain, was held back by pride alone.
“I have waited nearly ten minutes,”
criedfßarlos, drawing his cutlass. “ I
will wait no more. Rosetta, you are
Bjyuugge, and death to him or her that
ctftOTjbetween me and my rights !”
“Oh save me—save me !” shiieked
Rosetta, falling upon her knees before
St. John. “Oh do not let this dread
ful deed be done ! Ah Victor—you,
whom I have adored—you, who have
ensnared me—you, who won my love
to betray me—have mercy—mercy,
Victor ! Save me from him ! save me,
and I will forgive you for all! for all,
Victor! See! he comes nearer—save
me!”
“Back!” exclaimed St. John, as
his sabre clashed with the cutlass of
Carlos.
“ Ha! you will resist,” roared the
maddetif-d Spaniard. “Then, blood
of my life, I will turn traitor*—states
evidencej nnd .dance at your hanging
beforedaylight.!’
“ Stay ! What sum will you accept
for thi# girl Y* demanded St. John.
“ What sum ? Shall I npt be as rich
as you. if tlm blow is struck! You
would offer nft gold when I have but
to wait to roll in it! You are a fotfl,
Captain. But there is something I
will take in ©f Rosettdf*' said
CexJoawith a glare of malice.
Nahie it, and' take ft f“
“ You swear to give it ?”
“I swear.”
“Then give me Viola!”
“ Dog! you will drive me to kill you
you!” exclaimed St. John, springing
towards the ruffian with upraised
sabre.
But Carlos, who knew bis might
was as glass to iron against the power
ful Captain’s attack, folded his arms
and said i
“ Strike! Kill! I shall be avenged.
You forget that my men await me.
You forget that the time is nearly past
for- my presence among them. Strike,
if you wish to die the aeath of him,
there.”
He pointed through the Open win
dow at the body of SbieL • ._
Bt. John shuddered apd lowered hjs
weapon. '2
“ Take Rosetta-and begone at onceg
or I shall change my. mind,” said h||
sullenly, and 'turning to leave tnlH
room. .’ ;
“Ah Victor!” cried Rosetta, clifl!@M
ing to -his knees, “ Do not—do
betray me to that monster! I willw
your slave, Victor—l will be
Victor—but spare me from his horri- j
hie.touch! You cannot —you will not.
—say you will not, Victor!”
St, John looked down into the tear- j
ful eyes of the girl—she was little
more than a child —and grew ashy
pale with emotion. ■ He wavered for a
moment, but catching the scowling
glance of his enraged Lieutenant,
.bent down and, whispered into Roset
ta's ear:
WO wTiniri m’e min HfPwT
I swear it by.thb life of my soul, Ro
setta!”
The unhappy girl gazed upon his
pale and earnest face long and search
lngly, but the time when she could
trust in his faith had fled forever.
“Alas! I cannot trust you again,”
she sobbed. “ No—let me die here—
slaj me, Victor, rather than give me to
him—that bearded, abominable out
law! 1 * 4
“ Ho! We are complimentary,”
snarled Carlos, advancing a step.
“ Come, we have had more than a*
double ration of this. Get up.”
He grasped her arm, but she sprang
from his touch with a shriek of
horror. _ ~ J
“In the name of humanity, Cap®
tain St. John,” said Viola, throwing'
j»er ? arih3 around the trembling Ro
setta. “I pray you heed the@heaSrt
broken prayer of this unfortunate
child, whose love jtou won. Are you
a man to refuse her this poor boon?”
“ Say that you, Viola Hartly, will
give me alkybur love if I spare her,
and, as I am a jiving man, were
this Carlos a?th«usa!id instead of one,
I will set Rosetta'free,'or protect her
here,” exclaimed St. John, darting a
glance of hate, scorn and defiance
upon Cairlos.
“ She is too noble to lie, and I am
not base enough to desire to live, at
such a price,” said Rosetta, drawing
herself erect, and with the dignity
of a queen. “If I must be sacrificed
I will die at your feet, Viola—die
here—baffling these demons with this,
the Fast act of my life I”
As -she spoke fhpse last words she
sprang towards th*e open window, des
perate and swift in her resolve to cast
herself headlong upon the floor of the
hall, many feet below.
But for the rapid pursuit of Clara,
till now a silent spectator, Rosetta
would have suceeedod.
“Not ye’t, Rosetta,” cried Clara,
clasping the girl in her arms. “We
will try one more plea, and if it fails
use this.” She slipped a broad-bladed
dagger into Rosetta’s hands. “A
scratch from that is ‘almost instant
death—for the blade is poisoned.
Now St. John, hr Le Grand, or devil,
for you are all three, I dare you to
refuse to protect this gifl.”
- “/Rstydare?” sneered Captain St.
John. ‘
“Ho! ho! she dares!” shouted
Carlos, combing his great beard.
“ Well, sometimes a heu crows and
then it thunders I”
“/ dare,” continued Clara, not
deigning to glance upon the lesser
ruffian. “Dare you to give your
own daughter to this monstrous
villain ?”
“My daughter! Rosetta my daugh
ter!” •
“Come, this grQws confoundedly
interesting,” said Carlos.
“ Ask Paul Amar if Rosetta is not
the child of Clara Autelli and Ilenri
Le Grand ?”
“My child—my daughter died!”
gasped St. John, staring in dismay.
“So did I—you thought } but you
see me alive,” said Clara. “I will
prove to you that Rosetta is our
daughter, but I must have time. I,
her mother, own her mine. I dare
you, her father, to give her to the bru
tality of that man.
Sheris armed—and look at her!
she will slay herself at her father’s
ha refuses to protect Her. And
if he does refuse, I, her mother, will
give her the protection of the grave.”
With these words Clara snatched
the dagger from Rosetta’s hand, and
held the keen blade near her daugh
ter’s heart.
“ Raymond 1” thundered St. John,
springing to the door. “Raymond,
hurry to the roof —fire the cannon—
discharge the rockets—let the on
slaught begin !”
“Ah ! is that your game ?” cried
Carlos. “ Xou will precipitate mat
ters, and in the confusion cheat me,
rascally Captain.”
“ Cheat you, dog ! Kill you as I
would a snarling cur. Down with that
pjgtol! I was not born to die by your •
hand.”
: -“Now then, serpent!” screamed'
Mar be tap ringi n g upon Carlos from
Bgbjnu, arfli binding his arms with her
fierce grasp. “ Would you shoot the
Captain.”
“I will shoot yon, old hag, if you
’do not loose my arms,!*’ snarled Carlos,
struggling to free himself from the
gikbtess.
Will ye—yer said Mar
seizing the back of his neck*with j
her, leng, shafrp teeth.
*Ckrlos howled with rage, pain and
surprise; this mode of warfare filled '
even him with terror.
“ Raymond IvHut ry, you scoundrel
—4b th'Aoof! Fire the - signal
haste!” shouted St. Jdsw, *8 Carlos
struggled in MaYbel’s St. John
would have ru6hed to the r«of flimself,
: but for fear that some oi®g|W|»t^B
: might iiinifrfli ,
he was finishing a flagon
low, and growled his disccwatiem at the
unwelcome interrupticttuyjSnSuddenly
bifcring the noise above,
BMhobljy thithypTarding the way
with, curses.
“ Hurry!” shouted St. John, as the
ugly rascal appeared “ Fire the
signal.”
“ What’s the splittter ?” growled
Raymond. “It’s top soon<-for the
signal. Ah!” .
S ' He was thrusting his hideous face
filto the room, to learn the cause of
the disturbance, as htf spoke, and at j
that instant Carlos; having freed one .
arm, fired his pistol at ot. John.
, The ball missed the captain, passed j
Ibeneathffiis arm, and whistled through
the Gorgon-head of Raymond.
The wretch spun around, .clutching
atethe air for support, and then with
a dismal groan, fell dead into the
apartment.
“For that!” screamed Marbel, j
changing her bite to the. throat of
Carlos, and tearing out his beard and
hair in-*BB rox yw n os rage.
“Help! I stifle !” gasped Carlos,
staggering beneath the weight and
fury of the human tigress. “ I yield
—Rosetta—free —curse ! She is tear
ing out my wind-pipe ! ’lake it.then !
he roared beating his heavy pistol upon
Marbel’s head; and as this availed
but little he drew his knife, and stabbed
her with a Score of blind and desperate
thrusts.
Dying she clung to his throat, ut- |
tering no cry, but making a horrid j
stifled noise, as she dragged him to the j
floor with her jaws fixed in his throat j
as rigid and relentless as steel. j
St. John would then have rushed
to part the combatants, and would
have rushed before, had not he heard
the crash of the front door below and
the heavy tread of many feet.
“Rosetta!” shouted a voice simul
taneous with' the crash.
“Ha! it is the wine-seller,” ex
claimed St. John. “We aresuprised.
This is your work, woman.”
His hand was upon his pistol apd
his eye upon Clara when, even as he
spoke came another crash in the
League-Hall and with it the shout:
“ Viola!” ' |
“ And Allison too,” muttered St.-
John. “It is not too late —I .will
fire the signal, and escape for bitter
revenge!”
He sprang from the room, and as
he leaped rather than ran towards the
stairs which led to the roof, he heard
another shout:
“Clara!” _ f
“So—my lord, Count Mario!”
thought St. John, flying up the steps
and lifting the trap door of the roof
with his strong shoulder. “ I’ll be
even with you all.”
He sprang upon the little platform
ihe had built 10 sustain a single piece
Os cannon, %nd leveling his pistol at
the vent drew trigger.
The pistol flashed in .the pan with
out igniting the priming of the cannpft,
Which had been protected from the,
damp of the night air by a wool-skin,
and the conspirator hurled the faith
less pistol far from him,
He had drawn another from his belt,
when a dark shape Seemed gliding to
wards him from from the adjoining
roof*
“ Friend or foe, I must give the sig
nal*,” muttered St. John, again draw* .
rmg" "
Again the pistol failed, and at that
instant the dark shape sprang upon
j the platform, the flash of the powder
having revealed its features for a
second.
“Yadak! Clara’s foster-brother,”
' cried St. John, as the shape leaped to
wards him and upon him.
j Yadak was the assailant, but he
said not a Word as his strong grasp fell
! upon the conspirator’s broad breast, in
a grapple for life or death. Yet St.
John was a man of steel like muscle,
and as fearless as he was villainous,
j Catching the armed hand of the
' Asiatic with his left, he grasped him
by the throat and strove to strangle
! him at once.
j “ Dog ! would you dare !” hissed
the conspirator as his wonderful
strength bent the man backwards, and
crowded him against the railing of the
platform. Yadak knotted his other
I hand in the conspirator’s cravat and
returned the fierce throttle with inter
est, until each relaxed his grip by
; tacit and mutual consent.
The separation was but for an in
stant, yet in that time' St. John had
drawn his sabre, and with a loud cry
o.f triumph met the second charge of
his fearless enemy.
“ Take it! Take it! Black hound!”
cried St. John plunging his sword
blindly about him, and sweeping its
keen edge in rapid circles, for the
darkness made his foe almost invisible.
A moment after there was a fall and *
deep groan. St. John stood victor,
, aitd.,lns enemy lay motionless upon |ho
using all his great strength dragged R
across the trap-door.
“And now for flight,” said he,'
stepping" cautiously upon the roof.
“ €>ritip- in the*street ana then revenge.
Strange tb»rfl hear potfiing of the
Leaguers! Where are*tflose‘of whom
Carlos boasted! Let me summon my
own.”
! He paused upon the ridge of the
slippery roof, and. drawing bis sigtflkl
whistle gave fortK'lts shrill and rat
tling note.
No response. All was still, save the
fierce thumping of those in hjS pur
suit, who had tracked him as far
trap and could get no farther.
“ They have fled at the firSt alarm/’
muttered St. John. “ Gowards! were
they staunch and true, all were well.
I must fly and speed to the stations/'
He started again ; a loose tile made
him stumble ;. he erred in regaining
his footing; be stumbled again and
hia feet slipped upon the slimy moss
of the rotting and crumbling tiles,
then used instead of shingles; he fell
headlong, rolling over and over for
several yards along the decayed roof
ing; something stayed his progress
and he rose upon his hands and knees
to begin his ascent to the ridge above.
Slowly, and by inches, he crept along
until he reached an opening in the
roof. He saw that opening glide from
him, as if going upward. He com
prehended his situation in an instant ;
he w.aR upon a great mass of tiles
which were sliding slowly down—the
opening was not retreating ; he was
being carried away from it by the
sliding mass to which he clnng. . He
heard the clatter and crash of the
! tiles below him, as the mass forced
them from the eaves to be shattered
upon the stone yard below.
His hair rose on end, and his heart .
almost ceased to beat. Was tijere no
escape from this terrible avaUnche
which was bearing him to Ceitisi and
horrible death. He glanced towards.
the platform above; he wouia have
given all on earth to stand there though
a hundred Yadaks should throttle
him. The eyes of his foe seemed vis
ible amid the darkness —nothing but
the eyes,’ fierce, glaring, triumphant,
mocking, abhorrent!
All the vile deeds of his life of suo
cessful villainy rose before him, and
the pale faces of his many victims
loomed up from the pit below—all
dead and reproachful faces—above
them all, one unearthly, demoniac vis
age, the blasted visage of the evil one
whose willing slave he had been!
Years, centuries, ages were crowded
into seconds—one vast and illimitable
cycle of utter despair! All his gay
and golden dreams of love and ambi
tion shattered by a miserable tile! an
insignificant atom of the which
he had scorned as he trod ! All gens
NO. SO.