The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-12-21


mantelpiece, and pointing it towards the bleeding
breast of the dying man, suffered a drop of the
boiling wax to fail upon the flesh laid open with
deep wounds.
M Dellose uttered piercing scream, and en-
deavored to join his hands supplicate for mercy
but they were tied tight together, and the knot
| was strong and would not give way
| Oh, Pity-have pity upon me! !" cried Delfose ;
= what have done to you, Julia, that you should
| torture me thus 2"
"What have you done to me?" repeated the
Italian. was rich and happy, and you robbed
| me of everything-we and fidelity. You made
me what ANA frequenter of the gambling table
and more This is portion of the debt of
gratitude which | owe you!'
And second time she approached the candle to
| the wound, and suffered the flame to hiss in the
wounds which it touched.
Julia Oh, Julia Mercy mercy p cried
out Delfose
She raised the candle and resumed her reproaches
"Delfose-Dolfose, do you recoect Naples?"
sand she, in a sombre tone of voice. a" 1t was
fifteen years ago that you and were walking on
the sea beach, when we were surprised by my
husband, the Viscount de Vernois."
1T is a terrible history, Julia, said the dying
man " recall it not to mind, conjure you %
lie surprised us together" coatinued the Ital-
ian, almost in whisper. " He was armed and
you were not; he might have killed you without
fear of detection, for it was lonely spot But he
did not for every thing which resembled cow
ardly action was repugnant to the feelings of that
brave man. A thousand times he had challenged
you to single combat, in order to avenge the
injury he had sustained at your hands and you
invariably refused him. This time again he dared
you to the combat, and again you would not meet
him ~
"There were no seconds" murmured Defose, in
a feeble tone of voice.
was there-I saw it III" returned the Ital-
ian, vehemently. " AT first you declined the chal-
lenge, but he insisted upon the duel in threaten
npelloJ
defiance. He had two loaded pistols with him"
" "Stop-stop! Say no more" interrupted Del
iose, " You pierce me to the very soul ~
" fou call it d'teL" cried the Italian, with a
smile OF bitterness and fury Listen hear me
out. Instead of shooting you upon the spot, he
6ravely rendered you OF his pistols, and, while
ne was measuring the ground, you crept behind
him and shot him !"
" He would have killed himself Julia-you know
he would, cried M. Delfose. g | did not rob him
perhaps of one hour of existence Do YOU recolIect
that letter which we found upoh him And then
he had his pistols all ready rid himself of life of
which he was wearied.n
True, wretch :" returned the Italian " but is
your crime the less enormous-are you not still his
assassin He was about to kill himself YOU saw:
and wherefore In the bloom of youth and in the
vlgor OF health, what could have driven him TO
commit suiclde-what urged him to die You
you alone You had deprived him of his honor
which Is dearest to man you brought ruin and dis
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eternal misery and anguish What could he do 2
He had no resource left but to die: and TINS was
It as II you had killed him twice Now murderer.
Will avenge my husband If you have not as
cended the seatiold 1t is because God has spared
you to experience longer and more terrible for
tures-the hatchet Of the guillolne were too good
LOT such as you. But | will make you writhe
with anguish am your executionerI" !"
And suddenly the Italian thrust her fingers into
the gaping wounds of the dying man
h mo I Is
Deitose writhing in his bed like viper beneath
once y ---' at
Not yet-not yeti" cried she, pressing her
I hanus sun farther into his wounds "your tor
tures have but just commenced
oh! do not touch that wound all the others.
but not that one-lt is too painful ..--
- ~ 80 much the better-you did well to tell NE,
4MaS 6i IS lor my husband, whom you murdered p
:, L, That is for my daughter There-there :"
Mercy mercy
Violate her now!' screamed the demoniae |
woman. Good-you suffer but it is not vet |
enough; IN II only had some instrument of |
And taking long pin from her jet-black hair,
the Italian heated it in the CANDLE made it red hot
at the point, and then plunged it kissing into tbe
hesh OF the dying wretch, who bit his hands in
agony.
Oh! why have not molten lead-wbv have
not pincers to tear your flesh from your bones?
Oh, God, come to my aid ~ cried M Delfose
IN Il the midst of the most horrible convusions.
Oh, God, hear my prayer?n
- our God,' echoed the Italian, in tome of
playful ralllery :" thought you had none! How
long have you believed in God from the moment
that your tortures eommenced?"
Oh, Julia let live | am repentant-
remorse has reached me at last Give me time to |
explate my sins and reconcile myself to God ="
AT length the screams became so piercing and
so Wild that the Italian began to fear that thew
might alarm the servants, she accordingly threw
a handkerchief over the mouth Of Delfose to stiAe
his groans.
Now" cried she, with an Internal laugb
: scream as you will-there is plenty of time be-
lore you until tomorrow morning !''
AND as he was nearly suffocated the Italian |
Withdrew the handkerchief from his mouth. thar |
she might see the lamentations of him whose tor
ments had not yet assuaged her thirst for vengeance
Julla, said he, in a voice so feeble that it was |
scarcely audible, do not torture me more Leave
le 70 dle IN peace and will bequealh to YOU the
whole Of my fortune 3"
Agreed !" cried the Italian, raw of deliobt il.
Eliminating her eyes. But / must have il gnN
none must share it with me it shall be a. doyyrv
for my daugher!'
, :, You shall have it, Julia" said the diving man.
hands, o' my
Madame Aware hastened TO unite his hands
md proceeded to fetch the ink and paper,
Here are writing materials, said she.
!, When his servants entered the room, they found
Madame Aware maniac, and NJ Defose a corpse
n ms bed, his countenance distorted and his teetb
'lenched together. '''''