The Van Buren press., 1860-01-06

the party discovered that silence and dark
nets were the principalfeatures 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 child % he cried.
no longer able to control the terrible emo
tions which had been sfging through his
soul during the last hour. ''shall l never
see thee more 90
A Moorish slave came afound from the
rear of the building, and assured his fellow
captive that the girl hal 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, a wild shrek
was heard in the chamber, and the next mo-
ment young and beautiful girl of seven
teen summers appeared at one of the front
windows, looking like spectre in her gar
ments of spotless white.
My child, my Ais5 {" exclaimed Mr..
Collins.
"save me, father !!',ss - tbs response !;
and while shouts and groans were heard
proceeding from the Interior of the building,
the maiden threw herself from the low win
dow, falling into the very arms of her father
and Lieutenant Stewart. The very mo-
ment Of this reunion was destined to be that
in which company. of Algerine troops
came around the nearest corner, marching
up the street in the di,ection of Lieut. Stew
art and his men. 1t was al o at the same
moment that the old Moore, who had so
long considered himself the proprietor of
MIR. Collins and his Slaughter, came to the
window and set up startling yell.
This way !' eriei EIr. Collins, AMI
pushed open the door Of the front building,
and conducted the entire party within.
look to your Weapons, and take the
rascals OFF their nins the instant they halt"
said Stewart.
\ sharp and dete-einea struggle soon
commenced, in the coesse of which haf the
Moorish soldiers Were killed, and 81. re-
mainder finally gave way. But the res.u.ers
had expended all thefs ammunition, and only
single bullet was remaining, and that was
in a large horse pistol in the possession of
Lieutenant Stewart. He was Just wonder
ing what he should Go with it, when the
old Moore came down stairs with huge
sabre in his grasp, ami he made a furious
dash at Mr.. Collins and his daughter, with
murder written on his features, and flash
ing from his eyes. This sudden arrival de-
cided the destination of the last bullet.
"Take it, you black devil - cred Stew
art, just as the blow was descending, and he
fired his weapon the ball passing through
the miscreant's head end bringing him dead
to the floor. Now, boys added Lieut..
s, ''we are going to finish with a hand
to-hand fight. The powder and ball are all
out we must trust to the sword
Closely followed b, his men, as we'll as
by MIR. Collins and Alice, the Lieutenant
led the way towesss ts.ss boat: 1t seemed
as if all Algiers had turned out to witness
the triumphat retreat. the streets being fill
ell with thousands of men and women col
lected together by the brief contest at the
Moor's house, but not an attempt was made
to intercept the progress Of the party, the
Algerines contenting themselves With
scowles and denunciations. Ten minutes
later the rescurers Were at the cutter, twenty
minutes more and the entire party were
safely back to the Constellation. not hav-
ing lost man. The young Lieutenant re-
ceived the hearty thanks of his superior,
to say nothing af the gratitude of Mr.. Col
Inns and his daughter, whose family PROV
ed to be of consequence in New York and
we are assured that Charley Stewart was
never happier in his life than when Miss
Alice was united to one of his "chums,"
a noble-hcarted Lieutenant, now Com-
modore, who fell in love with the rescued
maiden during the Constellation's home
ward passage.