The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-08-01

chosen men pushed off in the darkness
with the lieutenant and the stranger
in the stern, and rapidly struck out
for the shore.
"Our owner" said Mr.. Collins,
resides in the western part of the
city. There is coast guard estab-
lished, but | do not apprehend that
we shall have any especial trouble
from that source. I think we can
land below, go up the streets to the
house, and carry off my child, and all
without losing a man,"
The boat landed after twenty min
utes of rapid progress, at small
wharf near the Geleta, in the western
part of the town. The arrival was
certainly observed, but not q great
deal of attention was bestowed on it
by the stupid Algerines. Leaving
part of his men in the cutter, with or
ders for them to lie down under the
wharf, Lieutenant 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, dingy looking structure, ex-
tremely spacious, having all the loose
ness 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.
90, my child my child |" he cried
no longer able to control the terrible
emotions which had been Singing thro'
his soul for the last hour, "shall I
never see thee more :"
A Moorish slave came around from
the rear Of the building, and assured
his fellow captive that the girl had
been carried off by his master and
that no one was at home but himself
Bnt even as the lying rascal uttered
! the concluding words, o wild shrek
was heard in the chamber, and the
next moment q young and beautiful
girl OF seventeen summers appeared at
one of the front windows, looking like
spectre in her garments of spotless
white.
My child my Alice!" exclaimed
Mr.. Collins.
Save me, father y was the re-
! spouse, and while shouts and groans,
were heard proceeding from the inside
of the building, the maiden threw her
self from the low window, falling into
the very arms of her father and Mr.
Stewart
The very moment of this reunion
was destined to be that in which a
company of Algerine troops came
round the nearest corner marching up
the street in the direction of Iient.
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 and set
up startling yell.
This way" cried Mr.. Collins, and
ne dashed open the front door of the
building, and conducted the entire
party within. Look to your weap-
ons, and take the rascals off their pins
the instant they halt" said Stewart
A sharp and determined struggle
soon commenced, in the course O
which half the Moorish soldiers were
killed, and the remainder finally gave
way. But the rescuers had expended
all their ammunition, and only a sin
gle bullet was remaining that was il
large horse pistol in the possession
of Lieutenant Stewart. He was jus
wondering what he should do with it
when the old Moor came down stair
with huge sabre in his grasp, anC
J made furious dash at Mr. Collins ant
J his daughter, with murder written OF
his features and flashing from his eyes
} This sudden arrival decided the desti
) nation of the last bullet.
I" Take it, you black devil I" crieC
, Stewart, just as the blow was descen
ding, and he fred his weapon, the bal
: passing through the miscreant's head
and bringing him dead to the floor
Now, boys" added Lieut.. Stew
! eve are going to finish with hand t.
| hand fight. The powder and ball ar
out we must trust to the sword"
Closely followed by his men as we
as by Mr.. Collins and Alice, the Lieu
) tenant led the way toward the boat
1t seemed as if Algiers had turned GU
to witness the triumphal retreat, tn
] streets being filled with thousands Z
men and womnn collected together b
? the brief contest at the Moor's house
out not an attempt was made to inter
cept the progress Of the party, th
; Algerines contenting themselves wit
scowls and denupciations. Ten min