Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1852-10-20

MS servant in secret room, while the misAr wos
away IN the companionship of his gold, bowing down
70 It's shrine and giving the Worship of his soul
Inc ringing chime of the midnight bell psaled DER the
sleeping city, and the hired servant the missrs man
sailed forth from the Tavern with his dr,,ntan -;
u I'm hanging on his arm. They passed away from
the sleeping city, and passed Sleeping vatchman
as he sat DOING on a box, and when Layton would
speak word, the hand OF the FrenchmRn would he
quickly on his mouth smothering back the sound
Ii thls way they passed away to the quiet retreat
OF the mountains, aud the mantle of night ensbrond
ed them in its gloom. The Frenchman led the VIC
tim on, and the poor wretch went humbly like a
lamb to the slaughter. The misers man reached the
polnt he had intended; quiet unmolested SPOT.
Where the foot of man seldom trod. and there left
nm % pe found by other hands He took hismouz
ey-aH that he had with him. and instead of the f7-
~ it9 ct kaa1- found
home. In the morning the usual rap of the misers
cane was heard on the hoor and the servant in a
few seconds was before him, and this was the con-
versation between the miser and his man
Well, Levere, you put out the poor wretchs
light, eh %
The Frenchman held up the empty vial and his
eyes sparkled and he laughed again and again
The miser laughed too, and he held out his old,
wrinkled hands that trembled with the palsy of a
coming death that he reckoned afar off reached out
his dry and withered palms saying:
The gold-the legacy-the gold, the gold-the
thousands in purse"
"There there !" shouted the Frenchman, as he
threw half of the pennies the pine table" there
there take it-take it all" and he threw it all to
the miser-" there-there take it all-see what got
for the trouble and the deed-see it-pennies-base
copper-iool, liar you said there thousands in
purse of gold-ofgo5d I"
:" Humph y said the miser, it seemed not know
ing what he said humph :" and he turned the
pennies overland over again. The Frenchman look
ed at them too, and said:
j, I AF
thousands in purse Of gold-of gold when his wife
had it at the same time Fool that you were-fool
tfat ( was Look at tleln--I will not have one
ofthem--look at em-look-look-write BLOOD on
every one, and throw them in canvass bag and
let the letters rust deep in them-write BLOOD and
there let it rust J"
Is this all p said the miser, as he swept them in
his coarse purse.
"Al-ALL ?" shouted the Frenchman Yes all
that's all Won't you write blood them, so that
you may not forget them p And he burst into his
half unmeaning laugh.
The miser looked up at his man to see what bis
meaning was. The Frenchman had removed his
spectaces from his and his eyes were flashing
with the fires of vengeance. strange ETHEREAL fire
seemed to be playing around his face, and his eyes
looked hot and sparkling. The miser gazed intensely
at the strange and unusual appearance Of his man
-gazed into the depths of his savage orbs and the
horrible idea OF MADNESS rushed through his mind
He motoned his ysterous servant towards the door
the servant went, and at the door he turned his
eyes upon the mser again, who was sitting at his
little pine table among his bags of gold, and his
withered hand the pennies Of his miserable kins
man. He wagged his slender finger at the n1iser
saYing slowly; Fool -liar-deceiyer the fire O
viii wither you like the grass after the Autumn ,:
! frost - And he went bounding away laughing mao
with delight The miser was bewildered ; he said
Poor fellow, the trial has been too much for him
Poor, poor, Levere. Alas my good servant is mac
with crazy brain "
TO BE CONTINUED.