Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1848-10-05

'"~'Stfo"' ia uPoh tuS uluV3 ana nOarSe
voices called for Ambulance. Holbeck
starred up in his ted. and the girl, with a
Shudder, turned her eyes 10 the entrance, a,
the same time covering, as if ty instinct,
towards her blind and feeble protector.
"On, comrades to she next honse-L arez
and myself cl;itm this, Aha! there is some.
hing good here q: we should not have all
these bolts and lars "a niser / warrant,
wih his money-b ,es Mynheer! mynheel!
open our smoky hatch, or We Shall knock
in your barricado!" ....-
The blows were. repeated. but the tremb-
FiingSfnmiies returned no answer. They
trusted that the iron bound door would re-
>ist The efforts Of the asSi,il,nts; yet the
strength of the defence served only TO ex-
cite The aror and curiosity Of the soldiers;
ia fact. they imagined thai no one but
wealthy person would take such pains TO
lorlify his private dwelling: consequently
they hoped, despite external appearances,
10 mud wi,hin a hoard OF go d. .' ...@
"Thou sneaking mole! thoa crafty old
fox! may ST. Peter lock US forever IN rur-
gatory il we do not unearth thee!' A crash
follow ed. the lower panels Of the door were
burst through. ana the soldiers with iron
pixies in their hands sfrang into the house.
The Spaniards were h'rocious looking
fellows with infiamed eyes, and huge mus
tnchios. They gazed for minute stend>
f,s,ly on the shrinking girl and then at The
emncia,ed invalid.
"Lopez!" exclaimed the elder Of the
troopers, g it is ash suspected. thought
he must be rich old grub who would earth
himselfup in such sllong den; il we dona
find u right ronnd sum of gold FERNS here,
Pm no soldier of good King Philips"
II opine the like. friend; miser is written
in every line Of tina; brown parchment face.
Now then. mynheer few words and speedy
basint IS. InE,rm us without delay where
you keep your money bass-d'ye hear ?"
"Men p exclaimed the venerable paint
er. "you mistake my circumstances. am
in great poverty"
"No doubt of it; bu! do not hope TO de-
eeive us; miscrs, like thee, forever bewail
their lack of The worlds good. Come, thou
hats, better deliver up the forms, or the
lawyers ~. morrow will be aaccmmndaie ted
with thy skin to engross deeds upon"
mo trifing, lid man thy money!"
roared the elder trooper.
Pauline ON beaded knees ard with lifted
hands neserchrd The soldiers t0-belicve the
asse, ton Of her lies ru,e and blind father.
"Piiy him!" she c,ied; "he is III, and by
this cruel treatment ye will hasten his ehd
Have vel .lhers lving2 or are ye ourselves
fathers then compassionate, have mercy
upon miEe!" .....
Talk away, my petty wench, for thou
dost lock charming in that posture. by
the Virgin! Juan, don't know hut / will
resign the Aorins to thee, and take for my
share of the buoy, this plump and luscious
little datnsel." ..h
ADO, my friend. and allow me to pocket
the money. Now, mynheer. no more sal
kiness, hu: discover thy hoard. Thou
won't? then perceive mus, teach thee
thy duty. How dos'i thou like ihat?'
The sick man groaned with pain, for the
trooper had thrust his sharp pike into his
arm. Oh! the anguish Of the daughter.
us she saw the blood gush from the wound |!
he whom il had been her care to screen
from the breath Of hcaven-whom she had
tented and nrrSed so long, so anxiously-
TO behold him thus wantoniy put TO torture
it awoke all the agony whirh her nature
was capable of enduring. She sprahg TO
his side. she hung with busting heart
over the bleeding limb-yet, ever and anon,
would She glance up at the savage soldiers,
with the flashing eyes of the tigress depri-
we'd OF her yonng.
"Pauline," whispered the old man, ire
gard not the wound-stay thou by me, child
for consider my life as nothing compared
with injury, with pollution 10 lhee )" and he
thrust his hand beneath his pillow, as IL 10
clutch al something there.
"Well, comrade, I shall carry of my
prize. and ,hou mayesl remain here as long
as thou dos, choose, worming from the old
hereto the secre, of his money. llark'ee,
sweetheart, come with me! By the mass
tu, thou art the pre.liess maid IL all the
Provinces."
The trooper advanced to seize Pauline
and by the shrinking movemen, of his child
the painter became aware Of his purpose.
Holbeck held her in his bleeding arms with
tie tenaei,y Of love and despair. crying 10
piercing accents, "Tske her not away from
me : tax, her not from me! she is my
my more than lifs-kill ,se, nut spare my
innocent child !"
The soldier ronehly drew her along, bur