Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-03-14

Death came near claiming thee for his
victim, stranger, yet Allah be praised tha.
you are saved ? said he in deep, earnest
tone.
Thanks, thousand thanks to thee for
thy kind care = l returned, grasping him
warmly by the hand, and attempting to
rise
Nay, stranger, compose yourself, for
you need sleep he added as he saw me
endeavoring to raise myself from the
| couch
l silently obeyed his kind injunctions !;
tor my blood was boiling, my brow throb-
bed as though the veins of my forehead
were bursting, and my tongue felt parch-
ed and burning in my mouth
How far is this place from Helat2
at length asked, as he turned to leave the
room
1t is near sixty miles, he replied.
Yet think not of home now, stranger, for
here you shall be well cared for, he added,
turning from the room
Oh, how my mind thrilled with pain
| ful thoughts as was left thus alone; and
l tossed restlessly upon the hard bed, un-
til at length l sank into deep Sleep
For three long weary weeks 1 remained
at the rude hut of the humble fisherman,
until at length the fever left me- With
feelings OF regret parted from my new
found friend, and disguised as monk
entered the city Of my nativity-Ispa-
han
Ashraff then sat upon the throne of
Persia and with heavy heart l bent
my steps from the city. Since then, until
now, Nadir Husseyn has been known only
as Haftz, the astrologer of Ispahan
while at the old tower at Herman
shaw [ was joined by Abas, who had
adopted the rowing life of corsair, and
had taken Iago on board his vessel l
consented to let him remain, and when he
again came he brought with him his only
child, Zelia, for me to protect her
Long years have passed since then
but now my heart is made glad, for my
son is again restored to me-
AS the astrologer spoke, big tears gath
cred in his eyes and rolled down his man
ly cheek.
Allah be praised that we meet again ?
uttered the youth, falling upon the bosom
of his long separated parent
Yet my father-where is he q gasped
Zelia, taking the astrologer by the arm
He is at thy side, fair one = Nadir
Hooli and Hashan are one'
Hooli sprang forward, and clasped his
child to his arms, while he wept for Joy.
A faint smile irradiated the pale wan
features of the dying monarch as he gazed
around upon the group, and big tears
stood in his eyes, for his hard heart was
melted
There is still another mystery I would
have unveiled he gasped half raising
himself from bis couch. 1T is of Aega
Maleck.'
The mask was none other than Irana
Husseyn, my brother
Yet, pray, who was he who fell at the
eastern gate of the city on the night of
your escape2
1t was Agga Maleck'
yet how strangely like your features
were his
| He was my twin brother; and on the
night he freed me from the dungeon ere
we reached the gate of the city, he made
me change garbs with him But that
night proved his last; for in few mo-
ments he fell by the hands of the guards
Then was it not Agga Maleck who
rescued me from death I? exclaimed HUI
bert
Nay, it was not, for ere then my broth
er was corpse
Y ct the mask
Listen, Hubert, and you shall know
all Since then / have often worn the
mask, and have then been known as Agga
Maleck
A low, half suppressed groan drew them
to the nearer side of the dying monarch
and they gazed sorrowfully on his pallid
features, now racked with pain
'Oh, Allah forsake me not, am dying
he cried, in wild, frantic manner, while
an expression of the most extreme agony
rested upon his countenance. The leech
the leech, oh, can not have one, will you
not grant me this last request he cried,
half starting from his couch.
The leech was sent for, and the dying
shah raved more frantically than before,
and his features became wild and bag
gard
At length the leech came. His form
was bent with years, and his thin locks
were whitened by the storms of near six
ty winters, while his countenance wore a
bland and pleasant expression.
! Ha. Hagar, have you come to mock
me 2 cried the king as the leech entered
| the room
NAY, Ashraff, have not come to mock
thee, yet compose thyself, for the hand of
death is upon thee and as the aged man
spoke, his voice trembled, and he gazed
sorrowfully on the dying shah.
Death, fend, who spoke of DEATH he
cried, while his eyes seemed to start from
their sockets.
It was Hagar, thy bosom friend, who
spoke of DEATH added the venerable
man, laying his hand gently on the kings
arm
Away, fend, talk not to me Of death.
Death, ba, ha, thou fend, back, back, /
will not, cannot die, with all this load of
guilt upon my SOUL
Yet there is mercy
Mercy, away, thou fiend. approach me
not, will not die. Ella be gasped, gazing
wildly around, Ella, call me not, look not
at me thus, it makes me mad, wild Ha,