Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-10-18
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5DAY. OCTOBI
remonstrate-it was very foolish in ME to
do so---and Pietro gave me twelve blows
with the knout, for my impertinence. The
scars on my back are healed; the wounds
still raukle in my heart
'Ah! see you thirst for vengeance,
said Saint Pierre.
vengeance cried Ivan, starting up.
Vengeance! he repeated, drawing his
dagger from its sheath. 'Veugeance!'-I
His eyes flashed, his breast heaved, his
cheek hue came and went Vengeance
| have thirsted for it for years l have
lived for it III die for it Alb, the
hour has almost come when blood must be
paid with blood, blow for blow, and life
for life D.! Vengeance! He paused, glanced
suspiciously at the prisoner, passed his
hand over his brow, and then seated him
SELF
and you do not believe 1 am the Count
de Moner ? said Saint Pierre at length.
Il am not quite assured as yet,' said Ivan.
sAh, now recolleot,' he added, 'when the
Count disappeared, be took his signet ring
with him; and my master made great
time over it, and said be would give almost
anything for it,
The mug is here said the mountebank.
drawing small box from his pocket, and
taking therefrom heavy gold ring, which
be handed to Ivan. The latter glanced at
it for moment, and then knelt at his feet.
yes, yes! l was fool to doubt you !!
he exclaimed, embracing his knees. Yes,
you are my master-you are Count de Mo-
ner !
Rise, my friend, said the mountebank,
gazing kindly at him, and speaking in a
grave tone. 'Once let me get out of this
cursed place, Ivan, and you shall no lon-
ger be a serf 1 will make free man of
you, and never give you cause to regret the
hour that you recognized in the humble
prisoner your former master, Count de Mo-
ner.
But how-how are you to escape?' in
quired Ivan, eagerly, Name any way, my
lord ; I care not how desperate it may be !!
| would 60 through fire and water to serve
you
Cannot the door be opened? P inquired
Saint Pierre.
1T is of iron-locked and bolted, was
the mournful reply.
But these wals?'
sAre twelve feet thick
The mountebank unused deeply
AT what time will you be suffered to
depart ? he inquired. NO matter he ad.
ded, paul is absent, and no one can gain
access to Alexander or the Empress. Did
the Governor say l should be executed at
ten 2
He did, my lord, replied Ivan; 'and
capped
Capped ! what does that mean?'
You do not know
i do not
1T means that you are to be gagged,
your arms bound behind you, black cop
drawn down over your face and neck and
all before you leave this cell
sAnd why all this trouble for me?'
For the simple reason, I suppose, that
your execution being public, the Count
does not wish any one to recognize you -
This is in obedience to law, passed three
years ago, requiring all executions to be
public. Your head will be struck off by
the headsman, and your body inferred with.
out coffin or priest
sAnd at what hour shall l be capped p
AT half past nine. Atten you will have
reached the place of execution and in Eve
minutes all will be over
sAud very interesting programme lis,
said the mountebank, pleasing to all, I
suppose, except myself What a pity it
would be- be added, 'if anything should
occur to prevent it from being fully carried
out It now nine clock, he continued,
as the prison clock struck the hour. In
thirteen hours l shall be food for worms
They'll find me tough morsel, I'm afraid !!
do not believe-but soft, some one ap.
proacbes. Quick, Ivan tie my arms again.
That's right and now for nap
The footsteps ceased, the key was turned
in the lock, the bolts flung back, the door
opened, and Pietro appeared
what! smoking! he exclaimed, as he
entered the cell. Smoking, and I'll be
bound to say, talking with the prisoner
Be sure the Count shall hear OF this
The prisoner is asleep said Ivan, dog
gedly; 'aud as to the pipe, am sure there
is no harm in it. You smoke, yourself,
sometimes
Not while on duty said Pietro; $50
your excuses will not avail you. However,
you must settle that with the Count. Come,
Saint PIERRE he continued, walking up to
the bed and rousing the pretended sleeper,
wake up. I have word or two to say to
you
The mountebank did not stir.
'How soundly he sleeps = said Pietro.
Come, come q! sir mountebank ! he ex-
claimed, placing his mouth close to his ear,
rouse yourself! I have something to say
to your
What is it /? inquired the mountebank,
raising his head and rubbing his eyes.
Il have come to offer you life and free
DOM
'Have you! You are good fellow,
then, after ALL Cut these cords
j Stay, there is condition.