Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1855-02-07
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OR, THEASTR0LOGER ISPAHAN.
By THOMAS b. MITCHELL.
A u Err SIAN STORY.

Chapter Hv-Thc Midnight wreck.
NlGHT came forth, with her jeweled
eOronet and train of shadows, while the
mild rays of the night gem silvered the
leaves of the tall forest trees, that lined
the shores of the KIzil Gzan Its broad
dark bosom looked like some polished
mirror, it was so calm and smooth with
out a single barge to mar its transparent
surface, that lay almost motionless on its
silvery bosom.
On her deck stood the Persian youth,
lago, who was now convalescent \ slight
scar was the only trace that was left of
the CHASTITY wound-Lis dark, lustrous
eyes had regained their wonted brilliancy,
and Iago seemed himself again
But for the beautiful Zelia, and the
youth would have been comparatively
happy but her fair image seemed in all
his thoughts. All through the long day,
and even in his nightly vigils on the deck
his thoughts were of her, for to him she
was ike a, beacon light, ever cheering him
on, and bidding him hope for bright fu-
ture.
Yet he now feared for her safety. for
the hasty departure of the corsair chief
with the serf and what he had chauced to
hear while they were conversing, filed
his young breast with new fears and it
was not until the voice of Ghur reused
him from his painful reverie, that the
shade that rested upon his brow passed
of.
Ghur was q man of middle stature,
with broad shoulders aud well knit
frame that bespoke great muscular
strength His sun Drowned features
wore a kird and benevolent expression,
and from his whole appearance shrewd
calculator might have sss him down at
forty-he might have been older and per-
haps younger, yet the variation could not
have been Of much consequence.
Think you. Ghur, they are wearied of
the cbase-n asked the youth, laying his
hand gently on the mans shoulder, and
glancing earnestly into his face
Nay, lago, [ fear not, for ere morning
again breaks over the hills, both of the
kings ships will be down upon us, and
then we are lost and as the old man
spoke a tear gathered in his eye and
coursed its way down his cheek
Speak not thus noble Ghur, but let
the bright star of hope gladden. yous
heart The youth spoke in cheering
tone. yet it i'll agreed with the sad
thoughts that weighed SO heavily on his
/ own Young heart
/ All. you are noble youth. Iago. you
ever speak so cheeringly, and without
you. my poor old hulk could not survive
the storms, added the old sailor grasp
( ing the youth warmly by the hand, while
the tears flowed afresh.
Fear not, noble Ghur, naught but
death shall part us
You are right, Iago, only death shall
} part us Although my life is linked with
many a dark deed, yet the better feelings
/ of nay nature are not yet scared
Nay. Ghur, nay, you have q kind and
noble heart, yet will you not now fulfill
your promise
Nv promise. and what Is it Iago p
! ITO relate to me the scenes of your past
/ life
All, not to night, Iago, for l feel not
myself
Yet GLur. tell me how came Hashan
to be my protector !"
I know not Iago, for the corsair seems
ever to be w-apt in mystery.
Ghur,' aud as the youth spoke an ex-
preston of intense earnestness rested on
his features.
Well. Iago. what would you say
would ask one question
Then ask it. eh' and if 1t be in my
power. l viii answe- 1t
Ghur, was my father murdered 2
asked the youth in tone so calm, that
the aged sailor was startled by Its strange
ness.
! Murdered = he uttered, starting bach