Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-11-09

stake-passed the time, until an old clock
in the chimney-piece told one after laiG-
night. Another source of anxiety row
presented itself the fire had nearly burn
cd out. Her dizzy eyes could scarcely
see the floor, as she bent with fearful at
tention over the head of the bed, the ter
rible moose hanging, like the sword of
Damocles, above the gloomy aperture.
What, thought she, .if he delay his APP
pearance untll the light has completely
diedl Whit not then be impossible for
me 90 adjuss the scarf--to do the deed
to kill the sSSasSin-to save myself ami
child? o. God, deliver him into nv hands!
A cautious movement below-the drag
ging of hands and knees along the floor
"a heavy, suppressed breathing, an
nounccd that the supreme moment was
near at hand. Her white arms were
barred 20 the shoulders; her hair fell Wild
~ around her face, like the name Of =
lioness about toleap on its prey; the dis
tended orbits Of her eyes glared down
upon the spot where the question Of life
AMI deathwaS very soon to be decided
Time seemed UNNECESSARILY lengthen-
ed out every second assumed the proper
tions of an hour. But at last. just as an
lines and forms began to float before her
sight through an indistinct medium of
blending light and darkness. black mass
interposed between her eyes and the floor.
Suspense being over, the time of action
having arrived, everything seemed 10 pass
with magical rapidly. Therobbcr thrust
his head carefully forward, Mrs. Martin
bent down, there was n half chokcd cry.
the sound of a knife falling to the floor,
a convulsive struggle. Pull pull pull
Mrs Martin heard nothing, saw nothing
but the scarf passing between her two
naked feet.
She had half thrown herself back and
holding her scarf with both hands. null
cd with desperate energy for her life.
The conflict had begun, and one or the
other must perish. The robbcr was
powerful man, and made desperate efforts
20 get loose; not sound escaped his lips,
not sound escaped hers. The dreadful
tragedy was enacted in solemn silence.
"Wellmother Generard," cried young
man, leaping out of carriage that stop
ped before the door Of the Auberge next
morning, what news have you got this
mornings Has my mother arrived this
morning."
SIS it your mother?" asked the landIa-
dy, who seemed quite good natured after
the nights rest.
"fhere's lady up stairs waiting for
some friends, but she does not speak
French easily, and seemed unwilling to
talk. We could scarcely persuade her to
go to bed"
SHOW me the roohh" cried Arthur
runninginto the housed.
And theysoon arrive before the cham
Der door.
Mother mother y cried he, but re-
ceiycd no answer.
"The door is only latched, for wo have
no robbers in this part Of the country"
said the landlady.
But aformidable obstacle opposed their
entrance. They became alarmed, espe-
cially when they heard the shrieks of the
little girl, and burst open the door.
The first object that presented itself
was the face of the robber violently up
! tuFcd from beneath the bed, and with pro-
/ truding tongued and eye-balls the next
was the form of Mrs. Martin in the posi-
/ ton in which he left her. She was still
/ pulling with both hands at the scarf, and
! glaping wildly towards the head of the
bed. The child had thrown its arms
around her neck, and was crying, but she
! paid no attention. Tho terrors of that
dreadful night had driven her perfectly
I mad.