Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1860-04-07

once more for ME throughout that whole long
day. The sun had just set, and sat watch
ing my father, who had fallen asleep with his
head on my sisters shoulder when suddenly
there came ON the hitherto unbroken silence,
the sound of horsemen advancing ut Il rapid
pace, with the clattcr of arms and the murmur
Of voices. could see, even in the faint light,
the livid whiteness that oyerspread my sisters
face, and my own limbs seemed paralyzed with
an agony Of fear. Surely We were discovered
Through crevee in the rock could look out
To ascertain the truth; and oh, that death had
overtaken me ere mine eyes were blighted by
so cruel sightl A troop of thirty or forty
Turks were riding rapidly toward us. At
their head was the naughty chief, our terrible
foe, and by his side-oh daughter, daughter |!
does it not make your blood run cold ?-rode
my brother, my Stavros, pointing out our place
.ofrefuge, and claiming his reward Yes; even
in that hour of agony and horror, when knew
that father and sister were lost forever, il was
the certainty of his base treachery which made
my brain reel. They came on--op to the very
spot they tore down the stones and brushwood
which had concealed US so we'll; they dragged
them forth with shouts Of triumph--the old
man and the shrieking child | was as one
deprived of reason know not what did. 1
flung myself upon my fathers body, to shield
him from their blows. scarce knew that the
daggers pierced my own breast. | felt the
twining, clinging arms of my Photini torn from
around my neck--I heard her shrek; and then
more.
"When came to myself was lying in the
house of one of the villagers, who in this ex-
tremity proved friend. He had come to seek
me, stiAening in my wounds, and carried me
home to cherish the spark of life which my
enemies had unwittingly left in my breast. He
had also buried my murdered father where he
lay. lie told me he had ascertained that my
wretched sister had not long survived the hor-
rible hour, and Stayros had gone with the
Moslcm chief to fght--basc traitor that he was
against his own country.
"And now, daughter, comes u dark period in
my existence. | rose from that bed of suffer-
ing animated solely by one dire and fiend-
of revenge on him had loved so well, aud for
that very cause now hated with more deadly
hate was asa being transformed The
hopes, the thoughts, the feelings of my former
existence had all subsidized iuto one fierce and
cruel burning--to find, and with my own hands
to slay, the brother for whom, a little time be-
fore, would have given my life So utterly
had this feeling drunk up my very soul, that
could not mourn my father and sister as mourn
them now, but rather dwelt upon their agony
and DEATH because such thoughts but fed my
fiery thirst for his blood who had betrayed
them Alb, my child when men call me holy
and saint, and stoop to crave my blessing,
shudder to think how | then, for season,
was given over to the power of evil re-
turned, then to life with this one deadly pur-
pose for its aim and end | set forth to seek
for him who was at once my brother in the
sight of heaven, my bitterest enemy, and now
to be my victim. | tracked him from place to
place whittier he went with the now conquer
ing now defeated oppressors. know not how
| existed. seemed to bear a charmed life.-
None ever molested me. | was perhaps such
Il spectacle of living woe, that my enemies fell
| they could not add TO my tortures and my
friends, that was far beyond the reach o.
earthly consultations. Alone, with the phan.
toms that pursued me crying "Avenge us
avenge ~ followed the steps Of my trai'
tor brother. For weeks he baffied my pursuit
but at length one day there was skirmish OIL
the heights near Salamis, in which my coun
trymen were conquerors. had seen the rene
gade Stayros go forth with his Moslem allie
TO the fight but he did not return with the fu
gitves who escaped. A burning fear posses
sed me that death had already taken my ven
gence from me. flew to the scene of the EN-
gagement, where the dead and dying had beei
left II was night, a beautiful, serene and star
lit night; but scarce knew whether it wa
light or darkness SO dark was my own sou
with evil thoughts | roamed over that tiel'
of carnage like wolf seeking his carrion prey
sought with horrible eagerness among tn
heaps of the slain, needless ofthe groans of tn
wounded. At length l heard a moan, fain
and distant; it was his voice, his well-knowl
voice. rushed to the spot, and there, pros
trate, wounded and still alive, lay Stavros.
flung myself on my knees beside him, and AS h
met my gaze and reconized me, there passe
into his eyes look of agonized terror, such a
hope never to behold again. drew my dag
ger, but my hands trembled with excess of ea
eerness, and grew powerless. l drew Ion
BREATH and looked up to Heaven. Daughte
nv ewes remained fixed on it, as though | wer
petrifedl Oh, had you seen how awful wa
the contrast of that pure, lucid, glorious Hea
ven, and the dark, bloody earth whereon
kneltl | trembled as saw how all creatio
seemed to breathe of peace and love, and
think how man deformed it by his evil passion
What was about to do? To send up ono
more before the brightness of the stars u
smoke of new-shed blood; to make evil beg
evil, and his crimes breed new crimes in IN
Repentance fell upon me at that moment SO
. as the dews Of heaven. | looked down upo
, nv enemy; know not what my eyes told hin
but he started up, the blood gushing from
, wounds, and seized my hand. "Do you fo
, give 2" he frantically cried; and answered,
forgive" and then, for the first time, wept-
l who had looked with fearless eye upon
, fathers corpse-for there stole upon my spir
9 a luxury of peace never had known bcfor
. and not the serene heaven itself was more
r rest than !. Calmly l raised him from
v bloody couch. brought water from the streai