Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1859-03-17

an Algerine pirate. His wife had since
died, and he and his daughter had been
enduring, since his capture, all the hor
rors Of a hopeless and aggravated cap
tivity. But the worst part of the poor
mans story, and that which moved Lieut..
Stewart the most, was the announcement
that his daughter, gentle and beautiful
girl, was on the very eve of being forced
into detestable union with the very
wretch who had bought her and her fatn-
er as slaves.
My agony at these circumstances
eliminated not two hours ago." finished
the father, when | struck the.persecutor
insensible to my feet, and fed. By dint
|of exertion, / managed to reach the
water SIDE ard embarked before the
pursuers could prevent it. But, though
| have succeeded in reaching this place
of safety, my poor Alice is still in the
power of her tormentor, exposed to his
vengeance. | am almost crazy at think
ing that she may even now be subjected
to fate worse than death! If i could
only guide good boats crew under
your orders"
lone moment" interrupted Stewart.
Stay where you are till | have seen
Com. Pre5le r
One moment the young Lieutenant was
engaged with his commander in the cabin
and then he came forth with stern
smile Of satisfaction on his features. Ten
minutes more had not passed ere cut
Ter with twelve chosen men pushed off in
the darkness with the Lieutenant, and
the stranger in the stern, and rapidly
struck out for shore.
sour owner" said Mr.. Collins, ere.
sides in the western part Of the city
There is coast guard established, but /
do not apprehend that we shall have any
especial trouble from that source.
think we can land below. go up the streets
to the house, and carry off my child, and
all without losing a manp
The boat landed, after twenty minutes
of rapid progress, at a small wharf near
the Galeta, in the western part of the
town. The arrival was certainly witness
ed, but rot great deal of attention was
bestowed upon it by the stupid Algerires.
Leaving part of his in the cutter with
orders for them to lie low under the
wharf, Liet. Stewart and the remainder
Of his force followed the footsteps of Mr..
Collins, who led the way rapidly up the
intervening streets.
On arriving at his late prison, an old
and dingy looking structure extremely
gracious having all the loneliness of the
Moorish style, the party discovered that
silence and darkness were the principal
features Of the scene. Not sound was
heard nor word uttered. The whole
building seemed deserted. The agony of
the father was extreme.
" Oh, my child my dear child T. he
cried, no longer able to control the ter
rlble emotions which hid been surging
in his soul during the last hour shall
| never see thee more 2"
A Moorish slave came around from the
rear of the building and assured his late
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 uttered the concluding
words wild shrek resounded through.
out the chambers, and the next moment
a young and beautiful girl of seventeen
summers appeared at one of the front
windows looking like spectre in her
garments of most spo.less white.
" My child-my Alice!" exclaimed Mr..
Collins.
Save me, father r was the response
and while shouts and groans were heard
proceeding from the interior of the build
ing, the maiden threw herself from the
low window, falling into the arms Of her
father and Lieut.. Stewart.
The very moment of this reunion, was
destined to be that in which q company
of Algerine troops came around the near
est corner, marching up the street in the
direction of Lieut.. Stewart and his men.
1t was also at the same moment that the
old Moor, who had so long considered
himself the proprietor Of Mr.. Collins and
his daughter. came to the window throug
which the girl had just passed, and set
up startling yell.
"This wayl' cried Mr.. Collins, and
be dashed open the front door of the
building, and conducted the entire party
within. Look to yeur weapons, and
take the rascals off their pins the instant
they halt! !"
A sharp and determined struggle soon
commenced, in the course of which hale
the Moorish soldiers were killed, aud the
remainder finally gave way. But the
rescuers had cxpe ldcd all their ammu
nition, and only single bullet was re-
naming that i'll large horse pistol, in
the possession oil Lieut.. Stewart. He
was just wondering what he should do
with il, when the old Moore came down
stairs, with huge sabre in his grasp,
a2d made fur Gus dash at MIR. G.. and
his daughter, with murder written OH his
features and flashing from his eyes. This
sudden arrival decided the destination OF
the last bullet.
Take 1t, you black devil" cried stew
art, just as the fearful blow was descend,
ing, and he fred his weapon, the ball
passing through the miscreant's head and
bringing him dead to the floor.
"Now, boys" added Lieut.. S., " we are
going to finish with hand to hand fight.
The powder and balls are out, we must
trust to the sword !"
Closely followed hy his men, as we'll
as Mr.. Collins and Miss Alice, the Lieu
tenant led the way to the boat. 1t
seemed as if all Algiers had turned out
to witness the triumphal retreat. the