Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1858-11-20

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1 with Mr.. Brown, perceiving tia
he could obtain nothing by force
began to try Cancellation.
Sir said he, in a soothing tone
'.Ynu are a Christian, I make NJ
doubt. Well, our religion forbid:
homicide =
'Faster!' sho"ted the giant anc
seizIng the remaining sacks Of sand
! he scattered th>ir contents to the
clouds. Mr.. Brown fell on his
knees.
'Ah!' he exclaimed, If you have
no regard for vonr own life, at least
have some pity on mine. I am
,vonng, happy. | have mother
and a sister; in their name, con
|jnre YOU to stretch your hand up to
the valve, and save us from dread
tul death, by allowing some gas to
escape'
Shaking his wild locks, the stran-
ger drew Oft his coat, and exclaim-
:ng->We g are ascending! flung it
U.t.
Your turn now!' he continued :;
and without the smallest ceremony,
he despoiled the unfortunate Brown
OF his paletot, and threw it over.
The balloon pursued its wild ca
reer without stop or stay.
la ! ha!' said the stranger :;
while we're thus elm bing so pleas
antly towards the sky III tell YOU
a story--sl,all II His unhappy
companion did not stir. Already.
from the extreme rarity Of the air,
the blood was gushing from his eyes
and ears. Listen = Three years
ago, lived in Madrid. I was
widower, with one little daughter,
bright eyed angel; her long curling
hair is waving this moment before
my eyes. One day, I went out
early, and did not return until late;
my child, my beautiful Emma, was
gone; banditti had come and stolen
her from me. But, my friend have
yon a cannon here 2 Mr.. Brown
made mechanically sign in the
negative. What pity II would
have bombartled Spain! Eversinca
| have searched tor my child in
every country Of Europe, hut in
vain. Now | think she may be in
t: t north Of Ireland. Have YOU
lucter match here z Mr.. Brown
made no reply, but shook his head
! on have not. All! if could get
one, | would set the balloon on fire;
and then, when reduced t" ashes, it
would be much lighter! When
you first saw me this morning,
wss examining the stupid faces Of
yon crowd, to see if the dark for
eign one of my Emma's robber
might be amongst them
1t was evident to poor Mr.. Brown
that his travelling companion was a |
confirmed lunatic. 4 sudden idea
struck him. /
What is your name 2 he asked.
Gerald Annesley.'
The very same
wv hat mean vou!,
I know where the wretch lives
who stole your child ; We are now
jrst above the spot. Draw the |
valve, Mr.. Annes]ey, and in short !
time YOU will embrace your EN-
ma
No, no, you are deceiving me.
Ny Emma is not on eartb-she is
in heaven. Last nj gnt she appear
ed to me in a dream and told me
so. That's the reason | want to as
cend higher and higher. Come,
my fri~nd, help me; let MS both
blow lis hard as we can on the bal
loon. As we are beneath, our breath
must help it to rise. Blow! blow!'
Mr.. Brown, moved by terror, tried
to obey.
1t does not stir Core mount
On my shoulders and push the bal
loon = And without consulting him
any further, the giant caught him
up as if he had been q feather, and
held him above hi: head, saving-
Now, push the ba|loon.' The un- /
lucky victim tried to obey, but the
blood blinded his eyes. there was q
horrible bnzzing in bis ears, and !
lights flashed before him. For a
he thought Of throwing him t
self over, to end his torments. Il