The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1848-04-27

Therefore say the word continued
Wyckhamme; sand 10! my bountitul forgiv-
er Of transgressions, am thine for good or
evil
Father Francis bent his keen black eye
steadily upon bis mpnnion--gazing a. If
he would peer into his soul. At length he
spoke slowly and calmly
Thou Inst yeo'ncn in thy company Of
gunrds--onc Mark Huntlcy.'
'Mnrry, yes. A fine, s,aIwnrt fellow hc
draws bow like Robin Hood; aud would
IL like 70 abide the brunt Of his partisan.
Whnt of him?'
The priest started up--his cyc flashed
his nostril dila,ed. Catching W.ckham.
mes arm with his brown sinewy hnnd, and
clutching il convusively, he said hoarsely
Ruin him'
Ruin himr repeated the officer of the
guards, somewhat surprised nj this unex-
pecied outburst. sRuin him! Marry, man,
bcthink We; he is the flower Of my compa.
N.Y.
4 Say, ruin him, cried the priest. sThou
art his officer, and there are a thousand
ways. Plos-plot--so that he may rot in
dungeon, or swing from . gallows. He
is cnn!scr in my heart
But wherefore nrt thou set against the
woman, father?' asked Captain wickl,am-
the.
lie has crossed my PATH said the priest,
moodily.
Crossed Thy pa,h--how!' demanded the
soldier.
Father Francis looked wistfnllv at his
questioncr, and muiiered, .in love-
Cnpt. Wyckhsmme struck the table with
his fist, until the wine TASKS danced again,
and then starting to his feet, with conrse
rnnr Of laughter exclaimed: lilo no! hath
Il come IL thi,l And So neat ankle, and
baxom cheeks, and gimp waist. we're
more than mattel, far thy sancti,y! And
Thy cell was solitary and cold-was il no.
Priest? And a man, even though monk,
cannot be always PRAYING, and 50 thou
wm'dst take 10 wooing for mn interlude.
Brave Sir Priest! Credit me, thou nrt
imam Of metile--a bold frinr-an honor 10
thine order. Nay, thou shalt he tho found
er Of mn ordcr-of family, mean; and
bv my halidomc, there will be rare spice
It the devil in the breed Bit | ssv, Fa-
thcr, WIN is she?-what is she? Do her
eyes spnrkIe--hcr cheeks glow--her---'
Silence, babbler,' snid the priest, her
name il tor pure thing Tor thee to take
within thy lips; for thee TO speak Of her
mere hlasphemy.'
sHar exclaimed Wickhamn,e, Priest, l
say unto thee, bewnrer
flush! | love her. love her with depth
Of passion, which things like thee cannoi
feel or comprehend. have wrestled--
fought with it--striven in the darkness and
silence nf my cell 10 crush il; hnt cannot: :
she j. my light, ms mir. nv life. nv & d.!
have said it, have sworn il; she shall
hs mine, although give body and soul to
purchase the TREASURED
The cap.nin looked surprised ut this out
break. wilt thou rcmnvc this mnn?' con-
timed the priest. nttcr panse, md speak
ing in voice &c frightfnl calmness.
Hum, why marry. wonld do much to
ohligc thee begnn the soldier, when his
compniion interrupted him.
we arc in cnch others Secrets he said.
The officer Of the guard shrugged his
shoulders.
And with men like ms "a be in cnch 9TH
cr's secrets. is 10 he in cnch others power
The officer # the guard shrugged his
shoulders still higher
Art thou reso!vcdi' inquired Father
Frnncis, quietly.
4 NM WINS the reply; Mark Huntlcy
will not long live to ihwart ihcc.'
''Tis WELL mnttcred tho priest; but tho
blow must be Immediate
81 shall fall tomorrow, said Wvckham-
mc; 'lcnyc the means 10 me. Bat saw.
Father, how dost thou propose to Get pos
scssion of the maiden. md when!'
Tonight replied the monk, md HE eve
glistcned, 1 nm her father coniessor.'
sCap,nin Wyckhamnac emacked his lips.
a sweet duty, BY my faith, to listen to the
flutscring thoughts of youthful female
hearts; almost would were monk
Curses on my liceniious tongue cx-
claimed the churchman in voice Of sup
pressed passion. Listen. hive impos-
ed on her a midnight solitary pensnce. At
the dead hour of the night, she j. to kneel
before the shrine Of the Virgin in the Ca
thedral. shall be /. re-
And attempt TO carry her od?-she will
scrcan.'
There nrc gags.'
She will Ay'
'There nre bonds, and secret keeping
places the world wots not Of, ut my dispo-
sal--whiie Mark Hunilcy -
'ls my part Of the JOB. Priest, il i
we'll laid schems--l think il may prosper
1T must answered ihe priest; hut the