The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-08-31
ORIGINAL STORY.
Written expressly for the Democratic Sentinel.
PERI-ROSELLI;
OR,
THE FATE OF PERFIDY.
BY GEO. W. MoFFTTT,
Author of "The Rescue; or, The Hunters Bride
(coNTrNUED.)
CHAPTER X.
(coNTINUED.)
CHAPTER X.
THT DEVELOPMENT.


ders know, is situated, about one and hal
miles west of Cadiz, on the extreme north
ern peak OF high ridge. At the time W,
write of this wonder of nature, according tt
history, was much larger and more roman.
tic, than at present. 1t was then quite dit
ferent from its present shape, being abou
from "sixteen to eighteen feet high, fifty
feet around its base, and tapered from mid
way to cone-like top being only abou
twenty feet around, r.its summit"
Then, where the sun now throws his par
ching rays nobstructed-scarce a bean
penetrated; so thickly was it canopied by
the forest foliage. The deer found there
a safe and silent retreat, and the gray,
squirrel frisked about unmolested, while the
wild wood bird, hoped and sang amongst
the overhanging branches. But now be-
hold how changed! Where the footsteps
of civilized man, then scarcely ever trod
the ceaseless Progress of half century
has left its uumistakable impressl The
trees have been frIled-the slumbering
scd has been turned and returned by tine
Agriculturist, and the wild romance Of that
geological wonder has been hewn away
But such is the prerogatlve Of Progress:
and forSooth sometimes, We are almost com
PEELED, in spite Of its palliating nature, to
deprecate its power. Wherever It's magic
wand is struck, the Romance. of that spot,
however wild and beautiful, is chased away,
and the cold, stern formaEty of its result,
usurps the throne Of simplicity and nature.
And in saying this, we do not conhict with
or equivocate one single remark III the in
PRODUCTION to our first chapter, for we do
hold, the uprooting of savage and uncivil
lied life as paramount blessing still we
really long for the beauty, simplicity and
romance of Yore. Yet such are the effects
ofth;s powerful engine; and with such We
must learn to be content.
Ii was noon, when under towering tree,
the weather worn stamp Of which may yet
be seen standing near the western side of
the Stone, by any whose couriosity may
prompt them to visit the spot--werG seated
Albion Woodward and Grayson, conyersing
on some subject, that appeared Of much
interest and importance to them.
"But, blow the luck, Grayson; that in
femal Wild Woman has excited suspicion +"
"BIast suspicion, Woodwork, they are
ours anyhow-the Legacy is still in our
hands"
GLOW much does it specify?" said Wood
ward thoughtfully.
"Specify! What is that to you?"
"What is chat to me? am / not interes-
ted?"
"By Jupiter! You shovel yourself so
few days ago!" returned Grayson author
itively, who had complete influence over
Albion.
81 know Of nothing, Grayson.'
"Liar, did you not almost compel my
Flora to wed you on the day We sent the
old hag-her mother oT?"
"No.''
''Deny it notyou plotting cur! J. heard
you sir: heard her tell you sir, 'the die
of her future was already cast and nov
deny it, villain! Ha, ha; you thought to
coax her from me, dog, and turn your share
of the fortune upon me, but you missed it,
sir!"
"Was it not our compact, that he who
Won the girl should have the price"
Certainly menial; but did not win
herr"
No sooner had Grayson made this last
reply, than tall robust looking old man
confronted and astonished them. lie was
old and weatherbeaten, yet ther was a fix
ed determination upon his brow, that ad-
ded vigor and even youth to his appear
ance.
"l1a villainous, plotting vassals! come
to meet out to thee the judgment, thou hast
so long and SO fully inch1red. Nay; quail
not from the gaze of him who cometh to
unfold to thee the chronicle of thy dark
deed!" here the old man stopped thought
fully.
"Speak on incarnate fend for you are
not mortal!' exclaimed Gray son, almost
petrifed.
"Then the task begins. Villains:-The
birth of the victim of thy intrigue to her was
obscure. She lived and kept the secret
locked in her own pure bosom. She had
atfluent relatives. A Legacy was left her
and thou Grayson--foul untrustworthy
monster; vert appointed executor of that
will. You plotted then to dupe the objects
of your trust, but dog you are thwarted in
your base design. You kept the secret,
confded to you; in your own guilty heart,
till they came here, then followed after to
execute your plotted scheme! You thought
TO have the parents murdered, and wed
their lovely daughter, the more too with
out suspicion to secure the fortune"
''Liarl Impostor" shouted Grayson.
"'Tis true story, Grayson, and you
know it. You bribed that menial there by
your side, an accomplice to aid you in your
purpose He bribed n party Of Indians to
do the deed; but when he went to meet them
to give them orders, he was captured by
some Of another race. He saw his tools APP
proacl the house while his captors, bore
him off and waved them back. They no.
tced and understood the sign, and left the
house unmolested."
"Who are you? A Demon or mort
eal?" again exclaimed Grayson in agony.
Il am but mortal, Grayson. The deeds
of the wicked will receive their just rewards.
The vilianous scheme of death failed to
succeed. Yon.feigned tolove the daughter,
for lucre's sake. One Marandi, chieftain
of pirate band. saw and admired hers
You knew it and grm.eyed jealousy, ,incited
by coyetnousnes, drove You mad. You