Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-05-27
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When Church y ards yswn'd and hell itself breathed out
C~ontagion to this world."--
1t was at this melancholy moment. that Roder-
ique, who still kept some PAGES forward, suddenly
stopped, and exclaiming in a loud voice, " stand
back, or III send you to perdition," discharged
a pistol at some one whom we could not see, so far
was he before US. A deep and hollow groan fol-
lowed the report Of the deadly weapon, which told
but too plainly that the contents of the engine OF
death had not mistaken their aim. Roderique paus-
ed not to ascertain the injury he had done to the I'M
known man, who lay bleeding on the ground, but
as if unconscious and reckless of what had passed,
carelessly kept on his course. Shudderins with
horror, knew not what to do, and would have
gladly stunned the company Of Roderique, who
now began to be an object rather of disgust than OF
admiration; and but for the strange gentleman ]
should have retraced my steps to the last Inn, where
| was, as will proyei in the sequel, SO unfortunate as
to catch his attention.
As the report of the pistol broke through the for
est, and echoed through the moorlands, | observed
the strange gentleman was less quiet than might
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ance and when the piercing cries and groans Of
the fallen man, fell upon his ear, he was evidently
disordered and dismayed.
Trembling and breathless, he approached me,
despair depicted in his countenance, and asked i'll
was aware of the danger that surrounded us, and
Of the evils that hung over our heads, ready to fall,
and precipitate us down the gulf Of ruin. 81 know
not, Sir, " said !, " that any particular evil spirit
presijes over our destinies, and am perfectly una
ware that any other danger surrounds us, than that
common to & dreary forest inhabited by brigands and
outlaws" 81 know not" replied the strange gen
tleman, " that an evil genius directs us; but the COM
mission Of the act of that young man, (pointing to
Roderique) will perhaps cost us dearly, and as for
him, his life will certainly have to answer for the
crime which he has perpetrated.' No longer be-
trayins signs of fear, or the least emotion, he gave a
thrill whistle, and at the instant, a number of we'll
armed, but savage looking men, rushed from the
underbrush, and Selling our mules, bore US to their
cavern, where we were welcomed by the rude and
wild merrimont Of a band Of outlaws, Keeling with
intoxication, and rioting on the spoils of the ada
cent country. The fate Of the unhappy Roderique
was soon decided, and as the strange gentleman,
whom it now appeared was a leader Of the outlaws,
had predicted, the commission of the act in the for
est. cut off his hopes, AMI consigned him to other
worlds.
The man he had killed was one ofthe band, who
had been sent out to watch the roadside, and to
communicate TO the inmates of the cavern. the an
proach Of travellers. His fate was soon decided; and
he had scarcely entered the abiding place of the bril-
gands, when he received a s,iletto In his bosom,
and the grave marked him as Ole of its victims
ing me to approach him for a moment, ere he babe
the world farewell, pressed me to his bleeding bo-
som and gazing intently on my face, seemed to be
| filed with sorrowful emotions. Three he pressed
me nearer and yet nearer to him, and raising a sis!
80 pi,eous and profound, that it seemed to shatter all
his form, and he expired, with the exclamation,
Farewell, Emma am thy brother, the forgot
ten, long-lost Roderique." P. HENNlPEN.
o. p. hENNIpEN respectfully remarks to his
readers. that he exceedingly regrets that the limits
allowed him will not admit of his concluding the sto-
ry Of Emma in this number of the Cadet. II will be
nece ssary, in order to have a clear understanding OF
| the story, and for the development Of the plot, that
the tales Of Roderique and Angelic be written; but
as Mr.. Hennipen is fearful that he has already too
far trespassed on the patience OF his readers, he will
withhold these tales till a time may arrive, when
| the patrons Of the Cadet may be disposed to read
hem. Mr.. Hennipen will conclude Emmas story
next week.