The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1861-11-27

great beard "Well, somtmes hen crows and then it
81 dare" continued Clara not deignng to glance up
this lesser rutan. Dare you give your own daugh
ter to this monstrous Vilan2"
"hy daughter Rosetta my daughter!"
Come this grows confoundedy interesting" said
Carlos.
ASK Paul nar if Rosetta is not the child Of Clara
Antelli and Henri LeGrand?n
"My chld-my daughter-died1 gasped St. john
staring in dismay.
$50 did, you though; but you see me alive" said Gla
@ 81 viii prove to you that Rosettais cur daughter but
I-1Hust have time. / hermother own her mine; dare
youher father give her to the brutality of that
She is armed and look her she viii slay herself her
fathers feet if he refuses protect her And, if he
does refuse, her mother, will give her the protection
of the grave"
With these words Clara snached the dagger from Ro-
settas hand, and held the keen blake near her daugh
ters heart.
raymond" thundered St John, sprngiug to the
door ymond, hurry to the roof-fre the cannon
discharge the rockets--iet the onslaught begin"
t'Ab! is that your game?" cried Carlos. You will
preepiate matters and in the confusion cheat me,
caiy captain"
"Cheat you, dogl Kill you as 1 would snarling cur.
Down with that pistol! not born 10 die by your
hand.n
Now then serpent" screamed Marbel, springing up
on Carlos from behind and binding his with her
fierce grasp, would you shoot the captan?"
81 will shoot you, old hag, if you DO not loose my
arms snared Carlos, struggling to free himself from
the gantees
''Will yeyer vermin said Marbel, seizing the back
of his neck with her long, sharp teeth,
Carlos howled with rage pain and surprise; this mode
of warfare filled even him with terror.
Raymond Hurry you seoundrel-to the roof! Fire
the signal-haste shouted St John as Carlos struggled
in Marbels jaws st. John would have rushed to the
roof himself but for the fear that OF his captiVes
might escape.
Raymond was slow in coming for he was finishing
fagon of wine below and growed his dscCntent at the
unweleome interruption. suddenly hearing the noise
of the cue above he hobbied thithc lardng the way
with curses.
'IIarrym shouted s.. John the ugly rascal appear
cd Fire the signal"
''Whats the sputter?" growled Raymond. Its too
soon for the signal All"
He was thrusting his hdeous face into the ROOM
the cause of the disturbance he spoke and at that
instant Carlos having freed one arm fired his pistol
St. John. The ball missed the captain passed beneath
his arm, and whsJled through the Gorgonhead Of Ray
mond.
The wretch spun around clutehng at the airfor sup
port and then, with dismal groan fell dead into the
partment.
For hat, screamed Marbel changing her bite to the
throat Of Carlos and tearing his beard and hair in
Il paroxysm of rage.
Help Istife" grasped Carlos staggering the
weight and fury ofthe human tigress. Il yicd-Roset
tl-tree-cursc She is tearing out my wind-ppe!-
Take it them? he roared beating his heavy pistol upon
Marbes head and as tins avaed but little he drew his
knife and stabbed her with score of blind and desper
ate thrusts.
Dying She clung to his throat, utterins no cry. but
making Horrd Stfed noise she dragged him to the
floor with her jaws fixed in his throat rigid and re-
lentless as steel
St John would then have rushed to part the combat
ants and would have rushed before had he not heard
the crash Of the front door below and the heavy tread
of many feet.
Rosetta" shouted voice Simultaneous with the
crash.
'IIa it is the wine-seller, ' exclaimed ST. John
eve are surprised. Thsis your work, woman, his
hand upon his pistol and his eye upon Clara when
he spoke another crash in the league hail. and
with ii the shout: "Eiolt,n
And Allison too muttered St. John. "It is not too
latel will fire the signal and escape for bitter revenge
He sprang from the ROOM and as be leaped rather
than towards the stairs whehed to the roof he heard
another shout "Clara!'
Sony lord count Mario" thought St John flying
up the steps and lifting the trapdoor Of the roof with
his strong shoulder 'I'lI be even with you all"
He prang upon the little platform he had built to
tain single piece of cannon, and eyyug his pistol at
the vent lie drew trigger.
The pistol flashed in the pan without ignting the pr
ming OF the cannon which had been protected from the
damp Of the night air by wool-skin, and the conspra
tor hurled the fathless pistol far from him. He had
drawn another from his belt when dark shape seemed
gliding towards him from the adjoining root
Friend or foe, must give the signal, mutteredSt
John. again drawing trigger.
Again the pistol failed and at that instant the dark
shape prang upon the PLATFORM the fash Of the powder
having revealed its features for second.
'Yadak! CTas foster brother cried st. John, as the
shape leaped towards him and upon him.
Yadak was the assaant but he said not word as his
strong grasp fell upon the conspirators broad breast in
a grapplc for life or death Yet St. John was man of