Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-03-28
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CHAPTER XVII.
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The morrow came; and, with it; tragedy
tha. reused e million of sleepers, and sealed
the fate of relentless, bloody tyrant.
Yalens was conducted across the great
square, and, in a few moments was lying, pale
snd faint, in the corner of the low, damp cell.
His sufTerings were intense. Sharp, racking
pains were flying through his head; and his
hands sent up his arms an incossant stream of
anguish, that flew through his heart like dag
gers. He n,oaned, and moaned, and tossed
from side to side, and prayed for tomorrow.
After time, he managed TO slacken the
bsudAges little; and some kindly hand hay
ing slipped small jar of water inside the
dc0. Of the cell, he ailayed his thirst, and his
pains became less accute, and his suferings
soIaewLl: relieved. The excitement of his
nervous system gradually abated; his mind be-
came composed and he thought of death. II
had 10 terrors. He rcioiccd that it was so
81 hand, and longed only for the dawn of
tie day that would forever terminate earth's
sorrows, and conduct him 10 a painless world.
HiI anxiety made the hours move tardily.
EScI one seemed to lsngthen itself out into
day. Night, however, at last flung her sable
mantle over tbs city. y c sounds reached his
cell, save the shouts Of the rabble in the
square, and az occasional quick, wild scream
extorted from the lips of the dying; and
which, in despite OF his manned condition, in
some way, reached his senses, and sent shiY-
ering chill through his heart. Now and then,
also, he thought he had heard in an adjacent
cell the sigts and wailings of other hearts,
and the holy breatnings of other lips. And
for these Of his suffering brethren did he pray
most feryently.
Then, his dear wife his dearest Valencia /!
How ne sgonzed in her behalf! His only
sou, tco; aud little Ware! a thousand bles-
sings We're crayed upon them. And his per-
secutors !-'.father forgive them, for they know
not what they do"
He could not tell the time of night. The
noise, however, had died away in the square.
The old, greasy lamp had burnt down, and
gone out. Soft, queer hands seemed gently
laid OF his forehead, and lightly over his damp,
feyerish brows; while sweet voices whispering
through his cell, strange words, that stole in
GpSu tis Hedit Wiz d iIig StcElouS lhhGeHCc;
and alled it with peace and joyousness. He
ielt very glad, and rejoiced greatly; and. with
these feelings, his eyes closed, and sleep en-
folded him in her soft, savcry arms.
As he slept, visions fitted before him. The
bright, sunny days of his youth came flying
back, and4were there around him. He fancied
himself a little boy, engaged in his childish
sports, dinging his bouquets CT dowers around
his mother, and receiving in return her smiles
snd carcsses.
Then, came up his hone-thst sweet, dear,
pleasant home, as it lad ever been. He was
seated in the hall with Valencia at his side,
her bright, beautiful face lit up with It's smiles
har head reclining gently on his shoulder, heI
soft, blue eyes peering up bewitchingly in his
face, and her brown, golden curis dangling
Srscefully over her snowy neck, while his
arms encircled her slender form, and his lips
impressed kiss on her cheek,-a.l Just as
had often been in their early welded days
Then again, they were out promenading in
the grounds. The pcrfumed air regaled their
senses, and the soft evening breezes famed
their glowing, healthful cheeks. Along the
smooth, airy walks, their children sported
ana rang their merry, innocent laugh; ol
shded their light, fairy forms over the soft
velvet sward, and plucked the scented rose
VI 'hs sweet jessasnine, ,-rfust a. they had oft
a>oo N hy-znns days. He vas there sgsiI