The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1847-12-11

HIM tor ever. Nhere was the dot for his little
Bettine f-where the sustenance for his old
age: Nay, was it even clear that the blue
eyes of Bettine, or old age himself-always,
desired, though always feared-were visions
to be realized stranger in this accursed
town, his despoiler burgomaster, his despoil-
er's brother his Judge, might it not go hard
with his neck He had manned his host, he
had wounded an officer of justice. he had fiat
tened down the hat the sacred head of
the chief magistrate himself-offences less
than which might justify the hanging of him.
Deeper and deeper, darker and darker, grew
the melancholy shade Of his reflections.
Poor kaspar Karneraoh That vision of
thy little Bettine which had so often cheered
thee i'll thy hardships consoled thee in thy
privations, reused thee in the dread of the
battle, warmed thee amidst the SHOWS Of the
bivouac--that vision now became to thee thy
bitterest torture Thou die st see her before
thee, no longer blitheyed and laughing, run
ming to meet thee at the Threshold, twining
her small hands round thy neck, and renew
ing the light heart of thy youth with sweet
kisses; not thus, but pale and sorrowing, an
orphan, dependant on the stranger for bread,
doomed henceforth to harsh words and hard
drudgery. And thou didst hear rude voices
cry to her, L p, lazy one, and work for thy
father, on whom we counted, is dead, and thy
hands must earn thy bread" Lower and
lower on his broad breast dropped the soldiers
head-heavily, heavily. Tears gushed from
his eyes. And not friend" he murmured,
mot friend to save memo justice upon
earth and to heaven, what right has a
man of violence and strife to count on its aid
no help, no clip %
"Look up, Kaspar Karnerach," said voice
in his ear, look up. Thou calest not in vain
i can deliver lhee."
Startled, and scarce believing his ears,
Kaspar looked up; and though, just before,
the cell had been in profound darkness. he
now perceived that pale but steady light
circled through the desolate space, a light like
that of morning while before him stood
small figure yelled from head to foot but
through the veil glowed, like balls of fire, two
eyes fixed on his own.
The soldier sought to falter an ace, but his
memory failed him, and the stranger continu-
ed
"Kaspar Karnerach, withou. me, by this
time tomorrow thou wilt be corpse, and thy
Bettine or ohan. While l speak, thy host
is with his brother the judge. He has every
reason, both of interest and vengeance, to
urge thy death; he has stolen thy crowns, and
thou hast cut off his ear. The JUDGES against
thee, for thou hast assaulted HIM the public
are against lhee, ioi thou ait " etiaSei'-
There will be rare hooting round thy gallows-
tree ~
And who art thou?' asked Kasper, trying
to pluck up his courage; =" and what share of
my crowns cost thou ask for saving my life,
and regaining the rest y
mot one" said the stranger.
"Wilt thou do it, then, from pure lore of
me -
From pure love of the, certainly"
"Then all l can say" quoth the soldier,
is, that thank thee heartily; and if ever
thou hast need, of me, III return, thou hast
only to say, Up, Kaspar, want thee
CONCLUDED MoNDAY,)