Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1847-10-08
NUMBER 6.


retire, the confessor and master of the
king? From him he shall beg the life of
his son, and my fab shall not die
Nay nav. my Grizel," returned ne,
be not deceived-there is no hope-al-
| ready my doom is sealed - Already the
king has signed the order for nv execu.
ton and the messenger of death is now on
the way"
"Yet my father shall not die !" she re-
peated emphatically and clasping her
hands together " Heaven speed daueh
ter's purpose - she exclaimed; and turn
ing to her father, said calmly I'VE part
now, but we shall meet again.
what would my child ~ inquired hs
eagerly, gazing anxiously on her face.
"Ask not now,' she replied, my ia
ther-ask not now but pray for me, and
bless me-but not with thy last blessing"
He pressed her hand 20 his heart, and
wept upon her neck. In few moments
the Jallor entered, and they were torn from
the arms of each other.
On the evening of the second day after
the interview we have mentioned, way
taring man crossed the Crawbridge at Ber-
WICK, from the north, and proceeding down
Marygate, sat down to rest upon bench
by the door of an hosiery on the side of
the street, nearly fronting where what
was called the Main guard stood. He
did not enter the inn, for it was above his
apparent condition, being that which Oil
Yer Cromwell had made his head quarters
a few years before, and where at some ear
lIer period James the Sixth had taken I'D
his residence when on his way to enter
on the sovereignty of England. The ira
weller wore e coarse ierkin, fastened round
his body by a leather grdle, and over it
small cloak, composed of equally plain
He was evidently young
man, bat his beaver hat was drawn down,
so as almost to conceal his features In
one hand he carried a small bundle. and
IN the other a pilgrims staff Having
called for a glass of wine he took a crust
of bread from his bundle, and after resting
a few minutes rose to depart. The shades
of night were setting in, and it threaten
ed to be night of storms. The heavens
were gathering black the clouds rushing.
from the sea, and sudden gusts of wind
were moaning along the streets, accom-
panied by heavy drops of rain and the face
of the Tweed was troubled.
Heaven help thee, if thou intendest TO
90 far in such a night as this said the
sentinel at the English gate, as the trav-
eller passed him and proceeded to cross.
the bridge.
In few minutes he was upon the Dor
ders of the wide, desolate and dreary moor
Of Tweedmouth, which for miles present,
ed desert of whins, fern, stunted heath
here and there covered with thick brush
wood. He slowly toiled over the steep
hill, Drawing the storm, which now ragged
in its widest fury. The rain fell in tor.
rents, and the wind howled as a legion Of
farnlshed wolves, hurting its doIeful and
angry echoes over the heath STILL the
stranger pushed onward until he proceed
ed two or three miles from Berwick, when
as If unable longer to brave the storm, he
sought shelter amidst the crab and bram-
BILE bushes by the wayside. Nearly an
hour had passed since he sought this i'm
perfect refuge, and the storm had incfeas.
ed, when horses feet were heard spalsh-
ing along the road. The rider bent his
head to the blast. Suddenly his horse
was grasped by the bridle-the rider raised
his head and the traveller stood before
him, holding pistol to his breast.
"Dismount cried the stranger stern-
Iy.
The horseman benumbed, and stricken
with fear, made an effort to reach his
arms but IN a moment the hand of the
robber quilted the bride. grasped the
breast of the rider, and dragged him to the
ground. He fell heavily on his face. and
for several minutes remained senseless.
The stranger seized the leathern bag which
contained the mail from the north, and
hinging it on his shoulder, rushed across
the heath.
Early on the following morning the in
habitants of Berwick were seen hurryinp
in groups to the spot where the robbery
had been committed, Lut no trace of tho
robber could be obtained.
Three days had passed, and Sir John