The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1859-09-07

and the remainder of his men followed the
footsteps of Mr.. Collins, who led the way
rapidly up the intervening streets.
On arriving at his late prison, an old,
dingy looking structure, extremely spacious,
having all the looseness Of the Moorish style.
the party discovered that silence and dark
ness were the principal features Of the scene,
Not sound was heard nor word uttered,
the building seemed deserted. The agony
OF the father was extreme. :.
20, my child my child !" he cried, no
longer able to control the terrible emotions
which had been surging through his soul du-
ring the last hour, :" shall never see thee
more Z"
A Moorish slave came around from the
rear OF the building, and assured his fellow
captive that the girl had been carried off by
the master, and that no one was at home save
himself. But even as the lying rascal utter
ed the concluding words wild shrek was
heard IN the chamber, and the next moment
a young and beautiful girl of seventeen sum-
mers appeared at one Of the front windows.
looking Ike spectre in her garments Of
spotless white.
: MY child, my Alice !" exclaimed Mr..
:" Save me, father" was the response
while shouts and groans were heard nroceed,
ing from the interior of the building the
maiden threw herself from the low window
Iaiilng INTO the very arms of her father and
Lieutenant Stewart.
Inc very moment Of this reunion was
destined 70 be that in which company Of
Aigerine troops came around the nearest
corner, marching up the street in the direc.
ton OF Lieut.. Stewart and his men. II was
also at the same moment that the old Moor.
who had 50 long considered himself the pro.
prletor OF Mr.. Collins and his daughter. came
to the window and set up startling veil,
This way" cried Mr.. Collins. and he
dashed open the front door of the build-
Ing, and conducted the entire party within.
Look TO your weapons and take the rascals
si their pins the instant they halt" said
4 sharp. and determined struggle soon
commenced, in the course of which half the
Moorish soldiers were killed, and the re-
maInder finally gave way. But the rescuers
had expended all of their ammunition. and
only a single bullet was remaining that was
70 'he large horse'plstol in the possession of
Lieut.. Stewart. lie was just. wondering
what ne should do with it, when the old
Moor came down stairs with huge sabre in
ms grasp and made a furious dash at Mr..
SoiiiHs and MS uaugiiIeI with murder writ.
ten on his features and flashing from his
eyes. The sudden arrival decided the des-
tination Of the last bullet.
I" Take it, you black DEVIL" cried Stew
art, just as the fearful blow was descending;
and he fired his weapon. the ball passing
through the miscreant's head and bringing
him dead to the floor.
Sow, boys" added Lieutenant S., owe
are going to finish with hand to hand fight.
The powder and ball are out; we must trust
to the sword"
Closely followed BY his men as well as by
Nr. Collins and Alice, the Lieutenant led
the way towards the boat. 1t seemed as if
Algiers had turned out TO witness the tri.
nmphal retreat. the streets being filled with
thousands Of men and women collected to-
geiher by the brief contest at the Monr's
house, but no attempt was made TO intercept
the party, the Algerines contenting them
selves with scowls and denunciations. Ten
minutes later the rescuers were at the cutter;
twenty more, and the entire party we're on
board the Constellation, not having lost a
single man. The young lieutenant received
tue hearty thanks Of bis superior, to say no.
thing Of the gratitude Of Mr.. Collins and his
daughter. whose family proved TO he Of con.
sequence in New York and we are assured
that Charley Stewart was never happier in
his life than when Miss Alice was united 10
me Of his " chums;" noble. hearted lieu.
tenant TOW a commodore, who fell in love
With the rescued maiden during the Constel.
lation's hOmeward passage.