The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-11-10

sary to put out of tho way. You arc not
only the very image oil your noble parent
but you must remember that you had ar
rived almost at the full stature of man.
hood when you fled from Syracuse. You
were then seventeen, and from seventeen
to 6ve-and-twcnty, especially in one SO
early developed as you were, there is not
much change. You were man then and
you are no more now. SO you must ex-
pect that you will be known and recog-
nized. But let us speak of that hereafter.
First do you see Ianthe, and when you
have found all right in that quarter, we
will consider further"
az shall find her with her father ~
Yes-and his house is Just where it
was eight years ago."
al will 60 and seek her, then, and"
"Hold, my son. You had better wait
till nightfall ere you enter the city, and
also exchange that Greek shirt for gar
ment less likely to attract attention, for
assure you that too much care cannot be
taken.,'
Alaric was impatient to see Ianthe, but
he saw the force of the hermit's reasoning
and he was willing to wait. So be sat
down by his old teachers side again--sat
as he had sat years before, when receiving
instructions from the same lips-and lis
tened to the story of the wrongs that had
been done in Sicily during the last eight
years. Hour after hour passed away and
Artabanus had still more to tell of the
tyrant's cruelty.
"Merciful heavens !" cried the youth,
fred almost to phrepzy by the recital,
how have the people borne all this 2"
"They have borne it under fear Of their
lives. Pyrrhos soldiers are posted at
every place where murmur can arise
"And how long shall it last ?"
It'll some spirit with heart big
enough to love Sicily more than life, and
a soul that fears not the tyrant, shall arise
in Syracuse ~ pronounced the old man
solemnly.
Alaric started as he met the glance of
his aged companion, for there was mean
ing upon it Of more than mortal import.
He dared not trust himself to speak then,
for the feelings that had sprung to life in
bis own soul were so wild and strange that
they fairly startled him. He arose and
walked out upon the mountain, and ever
and anon, as his eye rested upon the dis
tant city, the tumult in his soul came to
startle him again. He did not seek to
analyze the emotion, for it was so bold and
gigantic, so genic-like in its misty pro-
portions, that he dared not handle it with
reason.
After while Artabanus came out and
touched him upon the shoulder.
"Alaric," spoke the old man, &" it is
waxing late, and we may be on the move.
Let us eat crust of bread, and then we
will descend the mountain together. l
must 60 with you as far as the frsherman's
cot, for there we must find more fitting
garb for you. Glycon is my friend, and
may be trusted to the verge of the grave"
The frugal supper was soon dispatched
and then the two descended the mountain
together. At the fsherman's cot they
stopped and found that GlycDn had Just
returned from his days labor. Arabian
US took him apart. and having explained
to him as much of Alarics story as he
deemed advisable, he asked for some gar
ments that would answer for the youth to
wear.
The fisherman led the way to his scanty
wardrobe, and the necessary garments were
soon selected. Alaric's ieggins of goat
skin were replaced by long hose of blue
cloth, and his white linen shirt was ex-
changed for dark brown frock. beneath
which he could easily conceal bis short
a-oc1 fIar tb;e tb,, barr,;+
him to the southern shore of the bay, and
there stopped.
1--WE had better not be seen together
beyond this point" said the old man.
From here the way is plain, and you
have had caution enough. AT the gate
you will not be stopped, unless some of
the guard should take the within to ques-
ton you. Be wise, now, and cautious, and
let me see you tomorrow"
II will not forget"
"Then may the gods guide and protect
you"
With this Artabanus turned back to-
wards the mountain, and Alaric kept on.
The shades of night were gathering over
the city as the youth passed in at the
broad gateway, and the guard had already
lighted their torches. He had gone few
steps when rough voice commanded him
to stop.
Didn't you promise fish for my din
ner, thou lying knave?" the voice con-
tinued.
"You have mistaken your man." said
Alaric, hiding his face as much as possible
without seeming DESTROYS so to do.
GOOD Bacchus, so I have. Thou'rt
Msstor."
"No," returned our hero; and as he
spoke he kept on.
"That's strange face" said one of the
soldiers.
"And, thought, fair one," said an
other.
"How now 2" asked third. 4" Has a
stranger passed p
"Yes-a fisherman"
otis said that Greek vessel was up