M'arthur Democrat. (McArthur, Vinton County, Ohio) 1853-1865, 1859-03-10

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"But you will sign it," Kissed Da,
monof, turning pale with rage
"Ilerc il i8--sign! If you would live
--sign!"
"Pcrhaps lie cannot write" sug-
gested Urzen, contemptuously.
"Then he may make his mark" re.
Joined the Count, in the same con.
temptuous tone.
1T might not require much more
urging to induce me to make my
mark in q manner not az all agreea-
ble to you, sir" the youth retorted,
with his teeth now set, and the dark
veins upon his brow starting more
plainly ont, "Do you seek aquarrel
with mel"
"Seckl- | seek what | will have.
Will you sign~
"OEce mOre-No!'
"rhen, by heavens, you shall know
what it is to thwart such as me! How's
thatH
As these words passed from the
Counts lips in a low, Kissing whisper,
he aimed a-blow with his fist at Ru.
RIGS head. The gunmaker had not
dreamed Of snch dastardly act, and
he was not prepared Tor it. Yet he
lodged it, and as the Count drew
back Rurjo dealt him q blow upon
the brow that ieIled him to the floor
like a dead OK.
beware, Stephen Urzcnm ho whis.
pered to the Counts companion, as
that individual made q movement as
though he would come forward. 81
am not myself now, and You are SAT-
est where you are"
The man thus addressed viewed the
gunmaker few moments, and he
seemed to conclude that he had better
avoid a personal encounter.
Conrad Oamonof' slowly rose to his
feet, and gazed into his antagonists
face few moments IN silence. His
own face was dcathly pale, and his
whole frame quivered.
"Ruric Newell" he said, in a hiss
ring, maddened tone, "you. will hear
from me. | can overlook your plebi-
an stock"
And with this he turned away.
"Paul," " said the gunmaker, turn
ing to his boy, after the men had gone,
"not a word Of this to my mother
BE sure"
On the following morning, as Ru-
ric was preparing for breakfast, he
saw Olga, the Duke, pass by, and
strike off into the BOrodino road
Now, thought he, is the time to call
on RoSalnd; and as soon as he had
eaten his breakfast he prepared for
the visit. lie dressed well, and no
man in Moscow had q nobler look
when the dust Of toll was removed
from his brow and garb.
He took horse and sledge, and
started of for the KremIin, within
which the Duke resided.
In one of the sumptuously furnish.
ed apartments of the palace Of the
Duke of Tula sat Rosalind Yaldai.-
She was beautiful girl; nodded in
perfect form, with the full flush of
health and vigor, and possessing
face Of peculiar sweetness and intelli-
gence. She was only nineteen years
of age, and she had been ten years an
orphan. There was nothing Of the
aristOcrat in her look--nothing proud,
nothing naughty; but gentleness and
love wero the true clements Of her
soul.
GLOW now, Zenobiel" asked Rosa.
lind, as her waiting. maid entered.
"There is gentleman below who
would see YOU" the girl replied.
"Then tell him I cannot see him."
SAID Rosalind, trembling.
"But it is Ruric Newell, my mis-.
tress."
"Ruric!" exclaimed the fair maiden,
starting up, while the rich blood noun
ted to her brow and temples. 80, !
am glad he has come. My prayers
are surely answered. Lead him hith-
er, Zenobie."
The girl departed, and ere long af-
forwards Ruric entered the apartment.
He walked quickly to where RoSalind
had arisen to her feet, and taking one
Of her hands in both bis own he pres
sed it to his lips. 1t was with difficult
ty he spoke. But the emotions of his
soul became calm at length, and then
he received ROSalind'S promise that
she ec0uld neror permit her hand to
be disposed Of to another BY the Duke
Of 7uLa. Ruric informed her of the
visit of Count Damonoff to his shop,
its purpose and the result. ROsalind
was astonished and alarmed. Still,
she could not believe that the Duke
meant to bestow her hand upon Dam
onoff. The Dnke owed him money,
she said, and might perhaps be play
ing with the Count.
Ruric started as a new suspicion
0acho1 ppnn b;n, II,J tbo Dukn (