The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1851-03-22

though YOU burst for impOtent rage'
Weep thou shalt and 'us viii make thee
Know that IL 10 that seduced your wife, and
for whom she betrayed you
'1hatis thy shame, not mine
'All Thy kinsmen are slain
Better they should lie dead In the street
than breath the same air with thee
Thy property Il annihilAted'
May God destroy those who did H.
-.Irnly. lhQu ART a cool fellow But-you
bad .. daughter, a fair, innocgn. child. -.
George looked upon bis tormentor aud
shuddered.
Lima, ] tLink was her name, eonduded the
Serb, drawing out his words with refine
ment ofcruelty.
'WhAt--what mean you S'-Askod tho
trembling father.
"a eoHiely maiden, hy my word. Fair 10
look upon, ~ she not =
The devil seize thee What next7
80 young and delicate, and yet-six hus-
haed-. Had ts-shoosa. Your -Niie- could
not decide TO which she should belong.
stepped IN and settlcd the matter. / married
her--to all uiH. lie burst into dendsh laugh
ter,
Mute and giddy, with horror, the father
raised himself from the ground,
u am sorry continued the Serb, that YOU
were not here foT the wedding
May GOd's justice fall upon you r shriek-
cd the wrctched father, stiang his tears, But
the parents heart oyerpoworod the pride Of
the man. lie fell with his face upon the
ground, and wept,-tcHrs OF blood
Lin him up said Basil, that we may see
him weep for the first Tins Ia his life Weep
a little, George, and you, sots, tune up your
pipes. that he may have accompaniment 10 his
team
Aud thereupon the drunken band began
20 dance round their victim with shouts of
laughter and scofng gestures, striking and
kicking him as they passed. Now, however
be wopt no longer. lie closed his eyes aud
kept silence, enduring their ill-troatmont
without sign or sound Of complaint.
Away with him = cried Basil Throw
him into the garret, and put a sentry over
him. To-day we have celebrated his daugh-
terra wedding Tomorrow We will drink At
his funeral. Good night, friend George.
lie was dragged up 10 the garrct aud lock-
cd in. Where they threw him in, there he
lay, motionless upon the foor a. though all
sensation had departed from both body and
soul awaiting the hour Of death, aud rcjoic-
ing that Il was near at hand. For a while
the dancing and singing continued then the
Serbs departed to sleep and all was still His
eyes were unVisitcd By slumbcr. Yet little
ti.i'v, iFu ,suuHns W Li''.-,lf -.d eternal rest
viii be mine.
Ilo lay with his senses thus bcnumbed,
thinking neither Of the past nor the future,
when lac heard rustic al the garret window.
Through the darkness ho Iaw n white figure
pass Though the small opening, and grope its
way towards him. Was IL dream or re-
ality2 The figures STEPS were noisclcss But
presently it spoke--ine scarcely audible
whisper
Father father = il said
'Linap
He looked up, seeking % discern the fen-
tyupes OF his visitor Shp hpvrird 70 hifA, KISS
* bhn and cut the, rpBjS that bound his
/ hands.
My child mur1iured George. aud clasped
his daughters totteting knees. My dear, my
only childr
let us fly Z said the maidcn,in faint x suf-
| fering tones. The ladder is at tic window.
I Quick, father, quickP
George claspcd his painting child in his
arms and bore her through the opening in the
garrct roof, and down the ladder, resting her
head upon his shoulder, aud covered her cold
cheek with kisses Near the ladder-ioot he
stumbled, over something. What is thatI A
spade. We will take it with us
For weapon 2 said the father.
-rllrr- said tho dauaLter
On the other side of the house was heard
a heavy, monotonous step 1t was Serb on
sentry
Stay here keep close 10 the wall said
George to his daughter, He grasped the
spade and crept noiselessly to the corner of
the house. The steps came nearer and near
er, George raised the spade. The Serb turn.
ed the corner, and lay the next moment up
ON the ground with his skull split He had
not time for single cry.
George took the dead mans clothes and
A. l.. 4.
left the town. The morning star glittered il
the Frightening Sky. Towards day break
and without having exchanged a word, father
and daughter reached the nearest village. -
George had many acquaintances there, and
with one of them he thought he could leave
his daughter He found but poor reception
Nowhere was he suffered to cross the thresh-
old. None offered him so much rs crust Of
bread All closed their doors, and implorcd
bin TO depart lest he should bring destruction
on their heads The villagers were neither
hard hearted nor eowardly; bot they feared
that is the Serbs Of ST Thomas heard of their
sheltering fugitive, they also would be mur.
dercd or plundered. With anguish in his soul
the wrctched man again took his child in hi.
arms, and resumed his journey.
For SIX days he walked on, over stubble
and fallow, through storm and cold by night
and parcbing heat by day-his child, his be-
loved child on his arm. He asked not what
allied her, and she uttered no complaint.
On the sixth day the maiden died, of hun
ger, misery and grief
The father felt his burden heavies = the
ARMS that clasped his neck slackened their
hold, and the pale cheek that nestled on his
shoulder was chill and cold
But the spires of Szegedin now glittered
in the distance. George hurried on, and at
last exhausted by his speed, he reached at
MONDAY the large and populous city. In
front of it, on the vast plain, great multi
tude was assembled-mOrc than twenty thou
sand souls were gathered together, listening
to the words Of a popular orator, exalted up
an a seaifold in the midst George made his
way into the throng; the speaker WAS reiat=
ing the incredible atrocities of the Raitzen.
! Several OF hrs hearers noticed the weary, wild
looking, travel-stained man, carrying in his
arms pale girl with closed eyes, who stood
amongst them like fugitive from the mad
house. lr ..
Whence came you p they asE ted him.
From St Thomas