Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-02-21

| iaSC. tue UOIStuCh "O4C passing
without even glancing at the chapel
Can you afford shelter for ourselves
and steeds p asked Iago. refining in bis
charger
Certainly; and you shall be we'll cared
for replied Gaia, with light chuckle
which, however. did not reach the ears OF
the two travellers. for, dismounting from
their steeds, they left them in charge OF
their host, and entered the chapel The
travellers had barely time to throw off their
outer garments ere the monk entered the
room, and, taking his wine, seated himself
In one corner
Aha, we are betrayed 7 fell half uncon-
sciously from the youths lips, as his
glance fell on the monk, and for moment
his hand rested on the hilt of his sword
but thinking the monk was not aware of
his presence. he seated himself in an OBJ
scure part of the room, and called for
some wine The host now entered the
apartment in great haste Here is a dag
ger | found near the door, he said, hold
| ing up the weapon.
/ Ab, it is mine = replied Iago, holding
out his hand to take it.
Yet there is a name upon the hilt'
/ Well that matters not to you hand
me the dagger ! demanded Iago, springing
from his seat.
Hold you are my prisoner cried
the monk. starting from the corner.
Base iend | am no captive, as long
as my good blade stands by me 7 retorted
the youth, drawing his sword
Boniface started back at the sight of
the steel, yet ere he had time to bethink
himself, Ghur laid him PROSTATE with a
blow with his sword
! The monk now made low whistle, and
the room was instantly filed with armed
men.
Ghur was soon overpowercd and made
prisoner and yet, ere the youth could
be captured, FIVE of the soldiers lay dead
upon the floor, and two others were badly
wounded and even then he would not
have been taken, but his sword blade
broke off at the hilt, and one Of the sol
diers struck him to the floor with the hilt
of his sword Ere an hour had passed the
prisoners were securely bound and on
their way to Ispahan.
lagos heart sank within him as the
truth forced itself upon his mind that be
was Tow captive; and once he raised
his eyes to look upon those who guarded
him, but he met only cold, stern glaaces,
instead of sympathy, for they were men
/ too long used to their business TO feel for
another's pains; and dropping his head
upon his breast, he entered his mental
castle and began to explore its winding
labyrinths
Chap XsIF.-The Esrie ieaEd Maiden, Zoe
THE glorious beauties of The skies were
gradually blending into the gray of even
ing, as the brigand chief neared his noun
! tain home 1t was wild, yet lovely
scene, that mountain gorge, and the white
tents, as they glittered in the rays of the
setting sun, but added to its beauty
Here and there at the foot Of some spread
ing cypress or lofty pine we're seated
groups of brigands some engaged in pol
ishing their weapons, while others were
awusing their comrades with tales Of their
adventures Apart from the rest stood
two heavy formed men. who were convers-
ing in low earnest tone, while the shade
that rested upon their features, and their
vehement gestures. boded ne good to their
chief
Aleppo spoke not as he entered the en-
campmcnt, but springiDg from his steed.
he threw the reins to page and slowly
turned towards his tent 1t was formed
of the same coarse material as the rest,
but far superior in size while The interior
bespoke somewhat Of maenifcence. Near
the entrance of the tent, kalf reclining on
an ottoman, lay the form of young girl
scarce eighteen summers had passed over
her sunny brow, yet her form, somewhat
above the medium height, was full, round
ed, and of faultless symmetry, while ber
features were strangely beautiful.
The warm and genial sunbeams of Per
sia had deepened into rich crimson the
rose tint that glowed through the clear
olive of her cheek, while the fire that beam
ed from her dark, expressive eyes, bespoke
the undaunted spirit that can so soon
change from the deepest love to the most
bitter hatred.
! What. Zoe, idling away the time in
the tent, and not on the watch for your
chief spoke the brigand, half chidlngly
laying his hand gently on the young girl s
head, while smile played over his hand
some features
All, Aleppo Allah must have sent
you, for | was longing for your return !;
and as the fair girl spoke, she took hls
hand in hers, and glanced afectionately
up into his face
And yet you was not there to meet
me-
Nay, I was not, Aleppo, for you told
me you was not to return until tomorrow
eve
Ah. true. Zoe. [ did tell thee thus re
turned the brigard half musingiy, while a
shade passed orer his face.
Yet what brought you back so soon
) Aleppo?
The brigand hesitated for moment
, and the smile darkened upon his brow. =
tired of the noisy life in the city, and
I longed once again to breathe the free
air of my mountain home he at length
said. in a cheerful tone, but 1t was all as
, sumed
Then you like the rowing life, Aleppo 2
1T is romantic, Zee.
. sYet does it suit thee 2