The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1861-09-26
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CHAPTER II.
1t was narrow entry Of somo sort, In
which the yourg aoblcman had taken refuge.
The cold damp bricks with which it was
paved, soon brought the young, man to his
senses. Conscious of the danger of remain
ing where he was, as his pursuers were
likely to return at any moment, he pushed
his way forward through the darkness, in
the direct on Of light, which was, apra-
rently, shining through an open door, Gu
rious to know who was up at that late hour
and fearful Of putting himself in the hands
of enemies, he approached the door, and
pecpcd in. What was his astonishmcnt at
heholding a most lovely young grill For
a few minutes astonishmcnt kept him; but
the next moment his resolution was taken.
He would throw himself on tho mercy Of
this beautiful girl, whom he felt could har-
Dor no guile. He knocked at the door.
Come i'm she said, as though expecting
some ore.
The young man entered without further
ceremony.
The young lady started up in alarm
why, you are not Pcrchey" she said.
No, mademoisele, said he smiling, 4 am
not even honorcd with his acquaintance
He is my uncle she replied, some busi-
ness is OBTAINING him, and am awaiting
But your
j am to stay here or leave at your option;
my destiny is in your hands,
4 understand you, sir. You are ore of
that class who should all be far from here
out of the country
In short, em, or rather was, nob'e.'
Your appearance indicates it, monsieur
But why are you hercT Are you not in
langel?'
Her companion smiled bitterly as he re.
Piled: 'Danger l have but now escared
with my life from pack of bloodhounds
may not even now be safe. Unless you
give me your protection, am lost
Fear not, sir. But why did you not leave
Paris?'
L dare not proceed openly, and to attempt
to escape cladestinely would lead to certain
detection. dare not trust any one.
At this moment heavy step was heard
n the entry. The young nobleman turned
an uneasy look toward the door.
Fear nothing. 1t is my uncle
But he may
'He is at present with the revolut;onists
because he has to be; but he is at least hu-
man..
The next moment Perchey, the fisherman,
entered He was a small man, with wiry
frame, STOPPING shoulders, and sharp gray
eye. On the whole, his appearance was
rather preposess,ng. lie stopped in sur
prise on seeing the young man, and gazed
;nquiringly at his niece for an explanation.
Your guest, uncle said she gayly. The
next moment she altered her tone to one
halc-.mploring, as she continued Percy, it
is young nobleman who has been driven
hero for shelter. You must not betray him.
Enough blood has already been spilled
Tho fisherman turned calmly to the young
count, saying:
You are the Count Henri de Moreton."
L am
4 thought as much. 1t appears that you
have slain Pierre Desprey, the butcher. His
comrades were after you, and m 'sscd you
us they suppose somewhere in this alley.
You were fortunate in coming here, for any
of my reighbors would have given you up
at once
Then you will not betray me?'
No, sir; you may consider youreelf safe
for time. You must leave Paris, though.
will find mcaEs to get you off. For the
present you must keep concealed
just as you say; ! place myself entirely
at your disposal
Well the first thing, then is for all to re-
tire, and seek repose. Marie, my poor girl,
you need not await my arrival at other
times; am often detained TO an unanswera-
Bile hour by unwelcome friends
4 felt no inclination TO sleep uncle
However, it is now time for us all to re-
tire
This, to the young noblcman, fatigued as
he was by h s previous exertions, was an
exceedingly grateful proposition. He was
shown to neat little room, and no sooner
had his head touched tho pillow than he
was in a sound sleep.