Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-02-07

Ella. would you not feel sad if your
father were captive p
My father p
Az, Ella, your father he who has
cared for you in the happy hours of child
hood
Start not, Ielia, nor think me mad
when L tell thee that | should not
Then is he ever unkind to you p
Unkind ha, that word but half con-
veys the truth
Ella y
Start not, nor think it strange; to-
there to end our days in some sequestered
dell
20. Ella say that it is not thus
Ielia. it is thus to be, unless the very
gods intercede in our behalf
! And you?'
| Am to go with thee
Yet viii not your father relent q
Nay his heart is steeled against sym
pathy'
Yet it is strange that he should be so
cruel, to his own-his only child
His child2'
Ella =
Nay, think it not strange that speak
thus. for dark thoughts have crept into
my mind, and-nay start not, Zeia. but
hear me; he [ thought my father is a
murderer =
y murderer p
'Ay, murderer His hands have
been dyed in the life blood of my
mother
Blessed Allah, can it be.
'It is too true, Zelia. One night
was awakened from my slumbers by sti-
fed groans that came from chamber
next my own. | sprang from my couch
and glanced hurriedly around-again [
heard the groans, and springing from my
couch | FASTENED into the chamber from
whence the grOans proceeded, but there
sight met my view that sent an icy chilli.
ness to my heart On a couch lay my
mother weltering in he, own blood, with
her pale face turned towards him whom
had been taught to call my father. |
thought of her-my mother, who was
ever wont to meet me with a smile and
call me her own pet flower and when
sickness laid its affecting hand upon me.
her cheering words soothed my pain
And when, at the still hour of midnight [
| Glanced to awake from my feverish
slumbers, [ ever found her beside nv
couch, with smile upon her placid coun-
tenance and sweet words of comfort to
soothe my pains and then I knew that |
had one pure friend-one who loved me
my sainted mother And as | gazed
upon that loved one who was now suf-
fering the pangs of death. it seemed as
though my spirit must break away from
its earthly tenement, and soar with hers
to some more genial cline
With a wild frantic shrek, [ few to
the couch aud knelt beside her. A smile
irradiatcd her pale features, as her gaze
rested on me. and in a faint whisper she
murmured, Ella, my child-my loved one.
may Allah protect thee
Those were her last words the next
moment her spirit had fed from earth.
and the heavenly smile that rested ON her
features was frozen in death
Helia, three years-long years, have
passed since then, yet still that scene is
fresh in my memory, and | have learned
to hate, ay, with bitter hatred, him whom
have so oft called my father
All. Ella, hers was a cruel fate; yet,
weep not for the dead, but rather for the
living, and your loved mother Is now far
happier than though she were on eartb,'
spoke Zelia, brushing back Elias long,
thick tresses from her pale brow.
She is now at rest and | shall soon
Join her. aud as the fair girl spoke, her
starllt orbs become flooded with tears, and
she gazed sadly on the marble floor
Nay, speak not thus, for the future
may have many rich gifts in store for
thee
Ah. Zelia those were hopes that have
long since faded, yet for you there is
brilliant future, but for me, the morrow
may never dawn
'Oh, Ella speak not thus we will live
and die together
.Zelia, YOU know not why I speak thus
II is not through idle fears yet listen if
YOU would know all Last eve [ over
heard NV father conversing with his vizier,
lKishop Iudin. and I learned that YOU
we're TO be conveyed to Kelat bat | was
to be murdered tonight, and my corpse
jconsigned to the dark waters Of the Zun-
derood'
Yet, you told me you we're to accom-
Ipanv me to Kelat p
1t was but to calm your fears Zelia.'
i sOh. then, is it to be thus 1t cannot
be. the father would not slay his own
child half sighed the fair girl, throwing
t her white arms around Elias neck
All, Zelia. you know him not
Yet you shall be rescued weep rot.
Are you no. : captive
Al. It is too true, Ella, [ an raur
INJURED the fair girl in a degponding tone
At this moment the heayg folds of tn
drapery were thrown aside, and the nobl
: form of Hated, the mouk, stood befor
them.
oh, Hafed, hss Heaven sent thee