Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1853-07-28

repugnance
1t has come to this, then p exclaimed
lie Bland. You speak out at last you
throw aside the fimsy mask imposed by
respect to your parents, and stand before
me as you are and | cast off mine The
period of dissimulation has gone forever
Gentle speech and the soft fooleries of love
cannot affect you; [ must WOO you as the
gallant knights of the olden time some
times wooed fair lady-by sterner arts
i cannot for a moment doubt your in
elination to commit any species of villany,
since you have betrayed those who have
loaded you with kindness Alas those
most dear to me may already be bleed
ing in savage hands Boonesborough may
even now be wrapped in red hot flames
Yes, BOoneSborough is invested by a
great army. Du Quesne has sat down be-
fore it it is threatened by fire and wa
ter. Many of its defenders have fallen.
All faces there are as white as those of
the sheeted dead all hearts feel the icy
touch of despair. Women and children
are quaking with horror tears flow like
rain; cries and prayers go up to Heaven
like burden of terrible agony said lie
Bland
And you, the author of this great
wrong, can speak of it calmly = cried Ro-
salthe
i cam
4 would that I could see this Captain
Du Quesne, added our heroine 4 would
throw myself at his feet and entreat him
to have mercy on the helpless and limo
cent
But little would you move him. repli-
ed lie Bland, with a sarcastic smile
He could not resist the appeals of mer-
cy his soul is not so hardened
I know him better than you
IF he can bring such misery upon
Boonesborough, he is not man; he is
fend =
He was ready to fire the station when
[ came away
'Merciful Heaven how cruel is the
heart Of this man exclaimed Rosalthe,
deeply moved.
There is yet a solitary hope of saving
Boonesborough, although invested by four
hundred savages, led on by Du Quesne,
and stimulated by the arts of Girty and
Mckee
what is that solitary hope p asked Ro-
salthe, eagerly.
1t is hope as slender as the finest
thread ever spun into the woof of the spi-
ders web
Name it-be quick =
1T is a hope fainter than the breath Of
| the dying zephyr
This suspense is dreadfuI-it fills me
with horror
1T is hope as distant as the far-off plan
OF col6 aS tho frOzaY pppaD
Rosalthe clung convulsively to Monon
for support, looking wildly at lie Bland
lit is this; if you will listen to the
wishes of your father (and duty to pa
rents is strictly enjoined in the Book of
| books), the army shall be withdrawn from
Boonesborough said the Frenchman, calm
/ ly, bending upon Rosaltbe a keen and pen
etrating glance.
'MercifuI Father can this man be trust
ed 2 she exclaimed.
No, no The bad Monito is with him.
said Monon, earnestly.
| 1t is terrible to think of being this
mans wife = added Rosalthe, wringing her
hands.
and is there not something equally
appalling in the fate of Boonesborough p
asked the Frenchman, whose hopes IN this
new device momentarily grew stronger.
I doubt your power to do this. Bring
me face to face with Captain Du Quesne,
returned Rosalthe
You have your wish; | am Captain
Du Quesne,' answered LIE Bland, drawing
himself up proudly and smiling coldly at
the amazed expression that passed over
the face of Miss Aston.
You, Du Quesne cried the latter.
'Ay, Miss Aston, am that monster,
was the ironical rejoinder
1t only required this declaration to
make my repugnance complete. If you
have 10 other conditions to offer, Boones.
borough must indeed perishr returned
Rosalthe: in despairing accents.
Think of all those you love have re
lspect to the gray hairs of your father to
the cherished wishes of the kindest oi
mothers
Dare you hold such language, in the
face of heaven, and in the sight of God
Do you feel no fear do you not tremble
at your own enormity 2 replied our hero
Iine
you talk like woman; [ have gone
too far to recede. feel no remorse, none
of the lashings of conscience you speak of
| have but one desire-one absorbing
wish-that swallows up all other thoughts
the ambition to call you mine-to know
that you are indissolubly connected with
my destiny-that fate itself cannot take
you from me :
L am not so silly as to be deceived BY
your protestations know the baseness
of the heart from whence they spring. i
my life would redeem Boonesborougl
from the danger that now threatens il
with annihilation, would willingly yield
it; but this other condition you talk Of, /:
too horrible
To know the danger to which your
friends are exposed, you must 60 with me
you must look upon the painted faces
YOU must witness upon their red visage;
the impatierice which they feel TO dip theil
hands in gore If the spectacle does not
move you, you are composed of stersel