True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-04-29

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uplifted will help me 10 conquer my re-
belious soul and reconcile me 10 the sac
rifce which offers itself before me 3
Come then, once more, o, reverend Fa-
ther; delay not, for your words of con-
ISOLATION are always sufficient to calm the
terrors of my mind, This afternoon then,
await you. ISABELLA DE Folk"
Lighting a wax taper which stood at
hand, Father Pedro held the billet over
the fame till the heat shrivelled the paper
to cinder. An expression of pity over
spread his countenance, in which ming
led just the slightest tinge of contempt.
"Poor child" he said, half aloud al
ways wavering bet ween the one and the
other path; type of the sex whom one
might think were born merely to lead
man aslray from The straight onward way
of life. Yes | would spare thee, if it
might be so. But the church, the church
demands it. What are woman's tears,
ay, and even few stout and living hearts,
compared to the triumph Of the glorious
banner! And thou Count Lora brave
and well.decended, whose life-blood even
now follows the assassin's dagger, thou
art but one sacrifice the more. With all
thy bright hopes and gallant daring. one
cowardIy touch doth blot thee from exis-
tance. O this iron destiny which leads
. us to fale nscrutable! | also once
was young. The world how fair how
: full of generous things-and now, how
changed "
, His lips ceased 10 move but the busy
force Of thought, seizing his senses, bore
them back again to by gone scenes and
vanished aspirations. AS thus he sat in
mo'ionless attitude, time passed unheed-
,, ed by. But the coming step of Jean
,, dAvan struck home to his mind as
/; though the scarce audable sound were the
u u loud peal of the warning bell. He pas
u seG his hand over his forehead with q
gesture of pain, and was at once himsel
! again. As Jean d'Arvan entered, the eye
: of the priest met him with cool and
, passionless regard.
;. "How is it," said Father Pedro
"Is your object Accomplished"
j., The assassin pale and trembling threw
i himself into a chair.
cit is done" he said fixing his eyes
upon the floor. 81 passed up the stairway
as you directed. at the second landing
met servant, but passed him without
S notice on his part, for the way was bu
u i'll lighted, and seeing my livery he wa;
e of course satisfied. found the door ant
entered as though 10 deliver package
o or execute message. He lay on the
bed asleep. Enough it is safely finish
Il cd"
d "AbsolUo te" said the priest in low
: tone. "For the rest, your reward shal
i not be wanting. The church is Away.
: ready 10 serve those who serve her,
}. Adieu. Let me see you on the morrow
r at this hour.
D'Arvan, without reply, rose and lef
=" " the chamber. ..
$ "Poor puppet!" exclaimed the priest
e as he paced his apartment. So easily dc
their passions and fears shape meal
souls to The purposes of their masters
who are themselves but the servants of
7 firmer and more relentless passion. Ye
II what are we all, save the tools or the in
b evitable victims of destiny and thou
# Count Lora, last of thy race, who nov
y lest low beneath the stabber's dishonor
!. able hand, thou art but the fated sacrifice
n to Vengeance which hath accumulated
It with the lapse of years. Thy dealt
has poorly recompensed the ruin thy faith
r. er wrought the desola,ion of an ancien
house, stalwort towers leveed with tn
=, ground, and the proud crest of the D.
= Saulceys draggled in the common mirc
And |, sole representative Of their name
direct the blow. No more shall the prou'
N De Saulcey's banner lead the battle
u van no more shall their war cry SCUM
d loudest in the charge. But there are 9th
IL er fields than those Of war, where maj
n may aspire TO lead and rule his fellows
and if the schemes of Father Pedro fai
'e not, the cowled priest may yet attain
IL power as absolute as that of his cornette
IS ancestors. What care Inow for love o
IL wealth, so that the stern cravings of am
le bition be satisfied! Love and wealth
le leave 10 thee, Regunalt, my son, child Q
N the wronged Marie, who though unown
a ed, art yet regarded with watchful AM
l. Jealous affection. But the Lady Isabel
awaits me; / must needs urge her on t
zr her superstiiious sacrifice. Her lover
W cLief obstacle in my palh--is removed
ID His death viii make her wavering resc
s. luton sure, and the wealth which sh
will yield, shall make one step more i
r my ascent"
e, The morrow's sun had not yet ar
'e preached the meridian, when the prizes
Mt passed up one of the side aisles of the me
y tropolitan church, moving somewha
'e slowly, to accommodate his pace to that Q
re two females, who were his companions
W One Of them Isabella de Folk, leanin
n for support on the arm Of a person a
re tired in the garb Of nun. The latte
ve seemingly from forty to fidy years of age
ID appeared to regard her grief stricke
y companion with but scanly compassion