The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1867-11-28
J. Murder p' again was rcpeated.

oSi nun inc uedtHllhe grasp vi ms Ia
ther. Thrice he pointed his blade to
| Gohsalvo's bosom, and as often withdrew
it.
Camilla was silent, she lay at little
distance insensible. The outrage was too
much, even for her brave spirit, and she
swooned away. Father and son tight
ened their grasps, and a fresh stuggle en-
sued. Still the cry of g Murder" echoed
with an agonizing faintGess over the
night; then all was still. Again it rose,
accompanied by a heavy fall, husky i'm
precation, and the hasty tramp of flying
footsteps. Men rushed forward with
lights as Austin bounded over the gar
den pailing, and swan with sturdy strokes
over the moonlit waters. On, over the
legendary wave = the ripple disturbed
not the sleep of the Lovers" whose
tomb lay craddled in the rocky sands be-
meath. On, and over = and now bullets
glistened the surface with spray, and the
keen ,avenging cry of Gonsalvo added
terror to his position. But he needed
them not, nor the story of the youth aud
maiden who, it is said, padded their ca
noe all night long upon the lake, and
sung of their troth- ight unbroken; but
on, slow, steady and advancing, till the
joy of Leander be imagined himself free,
unshacked, and a congueror on the oppo-
site shore.
The pursuers were at bay, the menials
of Gonsalvo who, in their hearts, regret
ted their timely aid, and lamented the
loss of their best friend. 1t was with
rage unbounded that their master vocife-
rated threats of the lash and the dun
geon, but they were too much alive to
gratitude to execute his tyrannical COM
mands. They shrank from his presence,
and soon the outraged parent found him
self alone in the darkness.
He stood alone None save the dark
spirit within were conscious of his thoughts
And none but the two communed upon
the great enterprise Of executing two
fold vengeance. He advanced few pa
ces and seized in his wiry arms the un-
conscious Camilla, bent back her head
and strove to discern the expression upon
her face. Then turned = over in the di-
rection of the lake, and laid her upon the
bank. 4 fresh wind moaned over the
dark waters, and for time Gonsalvo
thought. An evil design struggled with
his human nature = Il moment of trial,
agony and trembling passed; the dire OBJ
scurity of his features wore away, and he
now looked like a man, or bore the i'm
press of a creature upon his knitted brovs.
He spoke:-
No, no, no! quiet way and DO blood !;
my hands are nearly clean now = soon
will. But not his, no, not his - she is
braver than he = she is mine, my own
child "a and he, lie deny it, l protest
= he is ="
!" Father"
Faint, mournful and suffering tone. =
Almost seemed to be uttered from the
dark caves below, down under the still
waters =" Father" Now agony, terror
and despair, and came distinctly from the
pale lips of Camilla
He stopped low, seized her hands in
his, and showed her the-silent waves.
There" be calculated, :" see, he is
there; but | did not do it"
Do whaty Austin! Austin !"
He is drownedw
She was silent again, and her father
knelt still over her. He feared to go far
ther, although his arm encircled her
body, and she leaned over the dim water
then he rose, secured her in his grasp
and retired from the lake.
He took the gravely path through the
garden and soon arrived at the back en-
trance of his house, Then he descended
marble staircase and passed along
narrow passage with apartments situated
on either side. He pushed open the
door of one, and entered. 1t was dark as
dungeon, large and well furnished He
placed her down on the carpet. "There
fade" he said, hoarsely, "rest, you are
spared"
Slam went the door, and the noise rev.
erberated along the entire vault He
then listened. but no sound disturbed
the wierd stiffness of the subterraneous
depths. No step overhead betrayed the
near approach of any one. The secret
was with himself = none daring at any
time to address him in matters of any i'm
portance. Gonsalvo managed his own
business, issued his orders, and heard no
replies. No mortal ever shared his in
tentions; what be conceived was acted
upon and accomplished, he was his own
manager, lord and tyrant.
His young wife now slept her long,
dreamless sleep. Lollotha's silent life
passed away with her beauty; and none
were found to weep over her sudden de
parture. None knew her; her days were
not spent in society, or the friendship of
her sex = she arrived at her new home
fusative and a stranger, and as such she
was buried. The ends of human life 90
on IN variety OF shapes, and no matter
how We die, as long as we are conscious
that We lived in righteousness.
Gonsalvo's hand still rested upon the
inserted key with which he had already
locked the door. Insult, or even reply