The Elk advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Elk Co., Pa.) 186?-1868, 1867-05-16

stalls, stopped in the middle of pharsc.
He turned pale, and gioan, that
almost resembled the rattle of mori-
bund, escaped from his chest. The two
ladies surprised and terrified, turned
towards him.
Farewell I! farewell ! he exclaimed.
And hurrying to the door of the box,
he threw himself into the corridor, and
thence gained the square of San Carlo
Where is my carriage o, here it
is Whip, cOachman, whip
Where is Monsieur going to p
Where am l going Where you
like. Right before you, if you like it
only start
Without replying, the driver mounted
his box, and when the horses, worn out
with the speed at which they were
driven, came to dead stop, George was
eight leagues from Naples.
What is the matter said George,
putting his head out of the window.
Why don't we go on, John /?
Because monsieur's horses cannot
go any farther replied John.
George jumped out, and, after some
loss OF time, it was ascertaiued that q
village and post.house were close by,
and thither he fastened. There nap.
pened at the very moment of his ar
rival to be post.chaise at the door, to
which couple of posthorses were being
harnessed. The master stood by
experimenting the operation.
Monsieur said George to this man,
I want two horses for my carriage
The man shook his head
very sorry, sir, but have no more
horses. These two are the last
George rushed at the chaisa and
opened The door A man-an English
man, to judge by his whiskers-was
seated within.
Monsieur said George, I have a
request Of great Importance to make to
YOU
Speak, SIR replied the traveller,
with an accent that did not belle his
whiskers.
Will you give up your horses p
Impossible, sir
VIII give you thousd d, two
thousand francs in exchange for the con.
cession.'
Il do not want your money SIR
Sir, your kindness will save my life.'
Il have not time to be kind
Sir, | will make you repent your
cruelty!'
Repent! All Postillion, stop a
moment
The EDglishman stepped out of the
chaise, and with characteristic calmness
said:
What do you mean, sir, by saying
you will make me repent p
What | meant l scarcely know
Perhaps l am mad but mad or not, it
depends on you to prevent me from be.
ing killed p
And what is It to me, sir, if you arc
killed p
George, irritated by his contemptuous
indifference, raised his hand.
At the very moment, a noise was
heard on the road 1t was post-chaise
coming at full galop. George heard his
own name called ont in a we'll known
voice.
fAh! I am lost!' exclaimed the
young man, and cold perspiration be.
dewed his brow.
1t was Captain Rodet in pursuit, it
was Captain Rodet who was calling to
him. George saw him stepping rap pidly
toward him. At the sight of the man
whom he looked upon as his executioner,
George advanced to the encounter.
Kill me,-assassinate me, sir he
exclaimed, for l warn you 1 shall not
fight | am coward l admit it
Kill me at once; Cor l am frightened Of
you
George notwithstanding his unmauly
avowal, stood in the presence of his enc
my, his head erect, his arms crossed on
his breast, as if awaiting death. The
captain looked al the young man as if
thunderstruck, but a strange smile
played upon his lips.
At last the captain opened his mouth
and holding out his right haud to
George, said, Who says anything about
killing, sir?' he said in an affectionate
tone. who speaks to you about fight
ing? Why should l kill you? l am
Blaache's uncle, sir, and | come in her
name to give you this triAe, which bo.
longs tn you-yourself.'
George looked at the hand that VIZ
held out to him and uttered an excla,
nation of joyful surprise. 1t contained
the third pellet Of bread The captain
renowned the last meeting to which he
was entitled by the code of honor.
Had Captain Rode', in reply to
George't invitation, raised a dagger at
his breast, the young man would not
have shrunk, but to find that he was
forever delivered of an implacable hos.
tility was too much for him. He fell
fainfIhg to the ground.
When he regained consciousness, he
found himself on bed in the inn, and