Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-11-21

] 1SdIS pdSSCd away uH0 thS Ses0 cSSuA-
rences were forgotten. -Four persons
were seated around card-table in pri=
vate apartment of one of our western ho-
tells. Two of them were aged men, and
were partners. The remaining two were
younger. Gold glittered in the lamp
light and showed for why they sat there.
It was the last deal and would decide the
fate of the game. The cards were dealt
and trump declared. Each clutched
them convulsively and ran them over
eagerly. The play went on; a ''swing"
: drew the '.knave" from the aged part
ner's hand, and with shout of exultation
the young men swept the board.
"Lost, by heaven" cried one of the
losers.
"Yes, and you can't regain it; ours,
ours" shouted the young men.
Meet me here tomorrow night and
I'll win that money again, or you'll die. .
"Do you bid yourself to stake an equal
amount against this ? you, who have not
single dollar in creation 2"
q do. What matters it to you where
, it comes from, as long as l stake it?
Nothing said the young men, 'we
will meet you."
A week had passed away and large
concourse of persons were assembled
around and in the court room of the same
place. The trial going on was that fol
murder and highway robbery, commit
ted but few days ago. The one who
bound himself at the card-table vas sur.
prised in the crime, and Immediately
captured. The evidence had been giver
in; verdict of guilty rendered, and the
Judge had the opening words of the sen
tence on his lips. Steadily the prisoner
arose, and fixing his eye on the judge
said, slowly,
' DO you know against ,ohom you ar
going to pronounce sentence Of death p
He said this so calm that the judge fo
Il moment started, and passed his hant
over his brow.
"No," said he, at length; ''but justice
0 must be satisfied"
o The prisoner settled back with sigl
Il as he said,
II care not TO live; it matters littl
I who pronounces my sentence"
y The judge looked at him searchingl
u again, and finally went on with the sen
- tence.
. Tell me your real nazne," said he
~ when he had concluded.
The dreadful day at last came. Arme
men guarded the place of execution, an
thousands of spectators surrounded tn
~ scene. The prisoner was upon the sea
a. fold, and all were breathless to catch th
- words which would unravel the myster
ie that seemed to hang about the stranger.
{, : Citizens" said be, @you haye assen
bled here to be witness to an awful seem
IA Curiosity has doubtless drawn man
a hither to learn who am. Years ago
AZ maiden loved noble, whole-souled MAJ
~ but who was inferior to her in wealth
- = her father was enraged, and had her s.
III cured in a desolate place till he could a
- complish the ruin of the young ma
=, whom she loved, and who returned h,
affection with an equal ardor. Durir
. the Imprisonment of the frail girl 81
died, and was brought back to her fat
' er's residence. Before her burial h
=, father visited her, was with the corpse OF
short hour and then left the room, al
since then has not been heard from. r
morse seized on the father, and the te
rible wrong he had done haunted him d
- and night. Every one abhorred hi
and life was a burden. He sought rel
S e in the bowl and ganaing-table there
- lost his splendid fortune, and at last W
indicted for the crime of murder, foul
- guilty, and now stands before you, SC
,, fenced to death by his own son."
Then turning to the sheriff, exclaim'
- am ready; farewell earth and all
M and the drop fell. His story was /
:" true. That night Gerald Fenton left
:. fathers house. He disowned his mar
and claimed no alliance whatever.
fled to western state, and there by
:, knowledge and talent, was elected to
office he held at the execution of
- father. He resigned his office, and
.om he died, was q gloomy, sroken-hear
man,
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