Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1840-09-12

was bloody and terrible. Michael did not get time
to cry out second time, when already the dagger
had inflicted several wounds in his breast. He
was, however, man Of great vigor. With con-
vulsive efrrt he rai.ed himself on his knees and
seizng his enemy hy the hair endeavcred to force
him to throw his head backwards, so as to be aoe
to see his face, and recognize him in future Pc
rod but his murderer though more slender IN
appearance, was not less muscuar, and nctwlth-
stsnding the torture which he must have felt, he
still kept the other down, p'ungng his dagger III
cessantly into the breast of his victim.
| Henri rushed into the ROOM sprang upon The
assassin, seized him from behind by both arms, aud
tore him from the bed all in one instant But the
.sin, though less robust, nfred strong resist
ance, and enleavored to regain the dagger which
had fallen on the ground. with the intention of
despatchng his courageous antagonist Raising
the miserable wretch in his arms, Henri dashed
him with violence against the floor and placing
hrs kneo on his chest, held him motionless upon
his back. Hemi's face almost touched the murder
er's-their breathing, loud, rapid, and laborious,
vas in,erminglcd. Sudlcnly they gave simuta-
neous shout of surprise and dread.
.Max Boxham!" cried De Comon.
uJack Durham J" cried the murderer al the
instant.
A word or two will explain this recognition. DE
Cormon h I'D been comp ll,d 10 assume feigned
name, his own being, us he well knew utterly hate
fu, to he banker. AS he spoke Eng ish well, and
was of a romantic and adventurous disposition he
dressed plainly. the better to disguise himself and
| I, study the manners Of the humber population,
mixed in all their rude sports, as one OF their own
rank, drank with them ia their ale houses Cf an
evening pushed the stone, and wresed with them
upon Sundays. Upon these occasions he ID Of
| ten met Blox ham, who was in the htnker's en-
pley ment, and who frequently, without the bankers
knowledge, associated with the oosesi characters
in Bristol
"Wretch you are then an assassin !" exclaimed
Henri, with in.iigna nation.
"In the name Of heaven, don't ruin mel" an
swered Boxham, in suPpicang tone. 81 am,
indeed very guilty; bu, have pity on me! Do
not dshonor my f,miy! Let me escape, implore
you, for heavens sake!
They could now hear the servants approaching.
"rhey are coming!" resumed Blvxham, with an
expression of indescribable terror. 81 beg of you
by all that's sacred, let me go! beg of you as
would Of God-pardon, PARDON"
"Unfortuuate wretch, take pity on you" said
De Cormon, Ieen,ing. "In letting you esca e,
am committing a crime; bu, commss rate you
/ youth. take pity on your mother. Fly, II 1t he
possible; escape the SC fold" Then removing
hi, knee from Bioxam's chest, he allowed him t,
get sp "Ls,en!" sad he, with earnestGess 81
' also have favor to ask OF you-whaeger happens
/ tell n, one that you me here. Keep it a Sc
cret, your silence ensures mine."
But il was too late to iy the window, securct
by shutters and iron bars, remained to be furce,
open The noise Of steps approaching the adioin
I ing room, heard. All the Issues were shut
Henri who heard them approaching, made las
, effort to open the window in which he had alread,
y partly succeeded; but he felt himself seized by tw,
o in a voice Of thunder, at his ear, "Coae on! Ih
a murderer's here! help me to seize him!' The in
n mates of the house had now all arrived. Hem
4 bad ju time to turn round his head; he saw tn
pale and hsggard face Of tive banker before him
'shu, the doors,' he cried to the servants, 18th
, william is hee."
n ayes" continued Max Bloxham, in ga agita,e
@ tone, 'Shere he is You must all assist me, OF h
. will escape The banker rushed towards the wv
e young men h recognezea Bioxham.
/ MAX, you here." said the banker, in hoars
n nJllow voice "Who is that man :" .'Pe is IA
!. murderer Of Michael Bland !" was the villains VI
e hestdn ng reply. al arrived too late" "Whal
e then you ave he murderer" said the banker, turl
J. ing to De Cormon, his eyes f shing with rag
n "Bloodhrsty wretch!' De Cormon said not
Is word. Astounded-uttery dismayed, he knew NJ
at what to say. His chest heivtd and fell rspdl
ia md his nosri dis ed with proud and beautiful IL
j. dgnaiion. "Heaing poor Mixes cries. prooeeC
d. ed Bloxham, IL ran to his assistance. am NJ
t. here above minute" "lnfamous william" exclan n
ID ed the banker, in voice of thunder, ait yo
lie that pursued while ago in the dark; il was
of you tha, fired the pistol the corrdor!' ayes
le replied Boxham, pale and trembling 'eit was me
d. did no. know from whence the cries proceede'
,e and ran bindly hIaush the house, to give ii
se aarm. II very dark, and the fright in whlc
It, was, aim st depriv, me Of reason; ran eve,
e, where through the house; you misiok me, 4
a d ubi. for the assassin and YOU fired at me-" "Ar
n- did not kill you'll" said Walton, Sc zing him |
r. the throat and dragging him To the door.
IN Those who witnessed his scene could not c1l
es ceiye the cause Of the bankers fury, and began