Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1858-11-12

ance OF brave man. he had lost it now
and his only hopes of safety were in the
willing swords about him, and in the
terror which his cruelty inspired. The
light from three huge chandeliers Of mas
sive gold cast a strange luster over the
large apartment-the beams being here
reflected from polished mirrors; there
from pillars Of marble and porphyry; and
anon taking deeper hacs from the gandy
tapestry that hung upon the walls.
Il would like to know who this stran.
ger can be, said the monarch, turning
to his chamberlain.
"Ah-herc comes the lieutenant. W.
shall sec"
There was a movement among the
guard at the lover end of the chambc-.
and presently an officer approached the
throne. leading Alaric by the arm.
us he unarfned.' the king cried. as
his eye rested upon the youth tall and
slnewv frame.
"lie is, sire. We found only a sim.
pie sword upon him, and that we took
from him.
\ contemptuous look overspread the
youth face as he thus found a m march
SO fearful; but when he gazcd full upon
the features Of the tyrant who had slam
his loved kindred, an expression of dad.
ly hate swept over his noble brow, and a
keen fire burned in his dark eye.
"Ye gods gasped the king, as h.
caught full view of the youths face
with this deep expression from the soul
upon it, what have we here Come ne
nearer. guard him we'll. Who an
thou -
Had the sword of death been at that
moment snspende over our hero 5 head
aad ready to fall at breath, he could
not have curbed the emotions that swell.
ed in his soul. In all his nature there
was not one principle or incentive that
could lead him to bow and crngc before
one whom he 50 utterly dcspisel and
detestcd. Had he thought of the fu.
tafc. he might have spoken differently;
put he thought only of the present and
the past he thought only of the bloody
wrongs tha, had been done, and he allow
cd his soul t have full sway.
i am Alaric,' he answered, looking
full into Pyrrho's face.
+ "Iiarie Aiartc' What Alarc art
thou =
Hold, sire" inter>osel the chamber
lain, who nd been re, ,4rding the youth
narrowly. M thinks thou shouIdst
know that face. He is the son Of Or
ncus'
ala Now by the gods. l know
him - cried tho king, starting up from
his seat, but quickly sinking back agar.
Art thou the SON Of the patrician Orne-
US: -
"When my nohle father lived was
his son." the prisoner replied.
.Anl when your noble father died you
fed from the country - said the mon
arch, with sarca, sic emphasis upon the
words he had repeated from the yonth ;
speech.
Il did fee" was the reply.
And have You been absent ever
since p
nave
"Whcre >"
an Greece
"Whv last thoa returned now -
"To see the land OF my birth
"Who came with thee
II landed alone upon these shores
YOUR majesty, and had no thought but te
! find friend; and then, ii need be, to
! leave the country again
"And who is the friend you sought :
"a bosom friend of early youth whose
influence extends no: belond the walls
of her hone.
"Ah-a female, eh 2"
"Yes."
i "And lives she with the artisan Belle
rus p
II went there to SEEK her -
land there YOU found er -
Il heard of / er there
"Auswer me :" cried the king, in a
voice cfrage. "By the sacred crown OF
Junjter, thou hadst better bite off thine
head than answer me again as thou hast
done. Who is the maiden thou hast
come to seek q
Alarc hesitatod ere he replied to
this. He remembered the warning lie
had received from Belerus,and he began
to feel that he had been too rash in his
speech. But he had no choice now. II
he refused to answer, the king could send
to the dwelling of the mason, and thus
m ,tters might be only made worse.
"She is the daughter OF Bellerus, he
finally said.
The monarch gazei into the youth 5