Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-02-07
Chapter Vks.-T The Flight.


Bitter were the thoughts that strug-
gled within the breast of Al Khad, as he
neared the palace of the naughty Shah,
and his broad breast heaved as though his
pent up emotions would break assunder
his heart-strings.
Ha-han did you not notice the shade
of doubt that rested on the sentinel's fea
lures, as lie reluctantly threw back the
gates to let US pass p spoke the serf in
low whisper, refining in his steed nearer to
the side of the corsair
| did Osmar, and it bodies no good to
us and as the corsair spoke, shade
rested on his face, and he tightened his
hold upon the reins.
Would that we had silenced him, for
[ W vould not have so many on our track
1t matters not, Osmar. if we hasten
for we shall soon be beyond their reach
BY the beard Of Maleck, the rabble is
coming this way muttered the serf,
grasping his sword.
The loud outcries that broke upon the
night air, and caused this remark, pro-
duced a sensation far from being pleasant
upon the minds of the cary travellers
Fear not. Osmar, but keep thy silence
and it will fare well with as, returned
the corsair, in a low whisper.
Yet. by my troth, | should feel more
at ease if they passed some other way
than this
Ere the serf had ceased speaking, the
outcries became louder, and the rabble
swept round a curve IN the road, nearly
blocking up the avenue.
Nav the curse of Omar rest on their
black hearts, muttered the serf, urging
on his steed.
Allah 7
a glance from the corsair cbecked-his
speech and he rode on in moody silence
What is the meaning Of this uproar,
sir stranger p asked Hashan of an old
man who stood near him. as a turn In the
avenue shut out the crowd from view.
They are bearing away youth who
is to die on the morrow > and as the old
man spoke he dropped his head upon his
breast, aud tears, bitter tears, coursed
their way down his checks.
BY the lion 2
:Ay, stranger, his finely moulded limbs
are to glut the jaws of the fierce lion
Know you of what crime he is to suf-
fer2'2
For merely speaking of the kings
tyranny
Methinks you are nearly related to
this youth added the corsair in an earn
est tone,
He is my only son, sire and the aged
man dropped his head still lower upon
his breast, and his tears flowed faster and
thicker
And have you plead with the shah to
mitigate his sentence "
L have sire but my prayers and en-
treaties were Of no avail
Fear not. stranger, but trust all to
the gods, and your son may yet be res
cued'
Nay. sire, hope has fed from this
aged breast, yet, thanks, stranger TOR
YOUR words of comfort. Adieu : and as
the word of parting fell from the old
mans lips. he wrapt his robe around him,
and turned away with heavy heart.
Death ere long viii check thy wicked
course, proud king murmured the cor
sair. urging on his steed
Ha. I thought I had seen that form
before half unused the serf
PRAY. who was he. Osmar ?
The old noble, Nadir ALI
All this is a cruel blow for one of his
years
True. it is. yet it is but one of for
tunes frowns. and
Well Osmar, take not heed to that
now. for we now have other business, in
terrupted the chief. giving the reins to
his steed
The loud uproar had now ceased, and
stiffness again reigned within the city 5
walls. while the streets seemed almost de
serted save now and then ? group of pie
beians or the costly equipage ef some
noble would pass along, thus for moment
relieving the dull sameness.
Within a hall of the shah's paiace,
amid piles of rich cushions, il which les
fair form seemed almost buri..d, reclined
the nee-,. .ess Zelia
Lovely. indeel.. looked the fair girl OF
that witchiag twilight hour, and even TN
beautiful EIla, the kings daughter. a
she gazed upon the finely moulded fern