Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-12-24

approah of Leopold.
Huzzai huzza long live the empe-
rorr shouted Gabriel, and waved his
banner proudly. But the deepening twi-
light and the dizzy height rendered him
unseen and unheard by the busy crowd
below.
The deep voice of the cathedral clock
tolled the hour.
Now my task is ended, said Gabriel,
drawing deep sigh of relief, and shiver-
taiirss-;@-sise ehilly breeze. Now have
only to get down and give the signal
More heedfnlly and slowly than he had
assembled, he began his descent. Only
once he looked upward to the golden star
and crescent, now beginning to look col
orless against the dark sky.
Hat said he, doesn't it look now
as if that heaihenish turk of a crescent
were nodding and wishing me an evil
good night?' Be quiet, MohammedP
A few more courageous steps landed
him once more amid the petals of the gi-
gantic sculptured rose, which offered the
best, indeed the only c,igne of vantage
for his feet to rest on.
He furled his banner tightly together,
and shouted: Hollo, Lawrence AL
bert! here! throw me up the ladder and
the hooks
! No answer.
More loudly and shrilly did Gabriel
reiterate the call.
Not a word, not a stir below.
T Holy Virgin can they have forgot
/ ten me? Or have ihey fallen asleep?
; cried the poor fellow aloud and the sigh
ing wind seemed to answer like mock
+ ing demon.
What shall do? What viii become
of me?'
4 Now enveloped in darkness, he dared
d not stir one hair breadth to the right o.
4 to the left. A painful sensation of tight
: ness came across his chest, and his sou
) grew bitter within him.
eI They have left me here of set pur
pose he muttered through bis clenche,
: teeth. The torches below will shin
on my crushed body
Il Then, after moment:
n 'No, no; the sacristan could not fin
q it in his heart men born of wome
= could not do it. They will come; the
Y must come
y But when they did not come, and tn
% pitiless darkness thickened around him :
in that he could not see his hand, his deaf
anguish grew to the pitch of insanity.
le .GodP he cried, the emperor wi
= not suffer such barbarity. Noble LIE,
a pold, help. One word from you wouI
d save me-
Id But the cold night-wind, blowing omil
ne ously around the tower, seemed to al
re swer:
IN Here alone am emperor. and this
g, my domain
r. While this was passing, two men stoC
g eonversing together at the corner of
ny dark street, aloof from the rejoicil
. crowd.
n Haven't I managed it welI?' ask,
one.
III Yes; he'll never reach the grour
Id alive, unless the sacristan'-
a % no, the old man IS too busy wi
N, his son, who came home unexpectedly I
d. hour ago. He'll never think Of that fc
he Gabriel until
ed Until It's too late. How did you Z
nd rid Of Albert?
&C. by telling him that Master JOSS b
En- undertaken to 90 himself, and fetch I
ing gardener down. The trap-door Is IA
all, and no one within call. But / thi
to Master Ottkar, you and may as "
ire keep out Of the way till the fellow I
'se, dropped down, Ike ripe apple from I
Fps STEM
lie, And 50 the two villains took their y
down narrow street, and appeared
bed more that night. Meantime, dark sh
on owy fend sat on one Of the leaves Of
the sculptured rose, and hissed in Gabri
pom ear: sRenoance thy salvation, and !
for bring thee down in safety
and May God preserve me from such :
-ug- cried the poor lad, shaddering.
his 'Or only promise to give me- your
he ME, and I'll save you
rect sWil you hold your tongue, yoa "
He cd spirit?
iron sOr just say that yoa'Il make n
sur present Of your arst-born child, and
- a bear you away as softly if you =
wed floating On down
Ike Ayaunt, Satan I'll have nOthin