Daily Iowa State Democrat. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1859, 1857-10-09
STATE DEMOCRAT.
DAvENPoRT.- OCTOBER o, 1857
THE BLOODY DAGGER;
Or,
THE CRIMSON WARRIORS REVENGE,
A Tale Of Toad Hill.
ny nRAfSLEss non, JR., AUTHOR or THE
"PHANToa TooTH-PIcK" &C.
CAFTERf.
"Go in Lcmons.n-Toa UyrR

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cArTERI.
| "Go in Lcmons."-ToM HyER.
| "Hs IIa!' shrieked the Crimson
Warrior Of lIobkcp, as with rapid
strides he paced the hall where hung
the shilling ambrotypcs of his ances
tors.
Tonight I'll be revcnged upon the
naughty Lady Adarna Scraplina d.
Lumurdeanc, and that base sucker,
Den Edmond DQuackaubust. Oh
revenge thou AT, swecier to me than
tie nectar of the gods of Stewart
syrup,-which in my days Of youthful
innocence ! poured in lavish streams
upon the smoking buckwhcat cakes :"
With dcmoniac smile he drew from
his pocket a largc-handkerchicf
and carefully wiped his luminous nose
CHATTER
Thunder and Lightnine."-CuRrs-
TAN ALMANAC.
The fascinating Adarina Seraphina
sat in her boudoir eating a round heart,
which her faithful maid, Bridget O'Snl.
Ivan had just purchased for her at the
Dutch Bakers.
Il cannot think what dctains Don
Edmund, she exclaimed, as she cast
an anxious glance at the clock. .By
the thunder's roar and the lightning's
| vivid flash, | think we'll have spell of
weather before soon, if not sooner
However there's no such thing AS
knowing anything about the weather,
since Merriam left us, to podestriaEizc
-around the country in a muslin shirt,
minus unexccptionablesN
Some one enters the room-'tis Don
Edmund.
'Adarina =
Edmund
And they are claspad in fond EN-
brace. In voice Of exquisite sweet
ness, ike bull frog on a summer night,
she sang
ooh, Eddy is it You dear, thought you
WOufu not come,
thought you stopped at Popkin's I o
take . glass OF rum,
But hoard your welcome footsteps,
and knew that you were near.
Oh Eddy, you are sweetor to me than
Lager Beer p
But dearest she said, we must
part, my cruel father says | must wed
Don Creepy DAmuch.'
Say no more my love- he exclaim-
ed, but fly with me to Coney Island,
and there in a cottage ma dc a heaven
by love, well sell clans and all the
other dehcacics OF that lovely spot, to
the hungry Gothamitics.'
Il cannot leave pa she said in
voice choked with emotion and piece
of the round heart.
Dost thou think more of thv pa.
than me ? he asked. Oh Calcium,
light Of my existence, fly with me, for
if you wed Don Grccny, I'll drive
tooth-pick through this faithful heart,
aud Conncry shall hold an inquest on
my body =
Simmer down, Edmund she cx-
claimed, 4 will 60 with you; let us de
part at onco there's DANCE in delay
Aye, vile woman, there is The
Crimson Warrior was before them =
Adarna tainted.
CHAPTER III.
Revenge - WEpsrERs DrcrroNARy.
Edmund D'Quackanbust, thy hour
has come " said the Crimson Warrior.
i am the avcngcr of Don Grcenev,
whom you have wrongcd. Prepare
for kingdom come
'rllca the police, graspcd D'Quack-
enbust.
Fool, there Is no police. Between
the Mayor and the new commissioners
the police are what they never were
before, an-honcst (soncs0 body
With single stroke of the huge
dagger he cut Don Edmund in two
pieces!
CHAPTER ".
The grccn-eycd lobster, jealousy
SuAEs'r.
The Crimson Warrior having ami
hilatcd Don Edmund, turned his attcn-
ton TO Adarna, and after some effort
restored her to consciousness.
You are not Don Edmund-hc had
not such nose : she CALCULATED hys-
tcricalIv.
No, lady, Tn not. Behold your
Edmund = She gazcd upon the liieless
body for moment, and in voice of
intense emotion, she asked
Who are you that thus spills bloodF
Il am the avcnger Of a wronged man,
you promised to love and maryland
with smile of hatred he removed rom
his face false moustachc-
DO you knows me!
Good heavens, you are Don Greenyn
Aye, Ada Don Grceny, in whose
presence you formerly appeared so
happy; to whom your words were
words Of love, but whom you ridiculcd
when absent, while your smile was
given to that base thing who lies there
as dead as the Woolly Horse 7
oh may heaven shower red-hot
peanuts on your head, and may your
children grow up and become alder
men or members of Congress-
Spare them such Disgrace he NUT
tered; then picking up the CORY dagger,
he plunged it into
We shall publish no more of this in
tercsting story in our columns. The
continuation may be found in this
weeks .Sledger. For sale in all parts
Of the United States and New Jersey.
For the edifcation Of our readers,
We have asccrtained at an immense ex-
pcnse, the fate of the lady Adarina,
and the conclusion OF the tale.
The Crimson Warrior merely plnnO-