The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1868-01-02

child does with new toy. He shook it, but
no sound came from within, and he very
leisurely inserted the small key and raised
the lid. His eyes seemed to burst from
their sockets, aud uttering low cultural
cry, the cold perspiration appeared to
drop from his brow, and he sank heavily
from his chair to the ground. The box
fell upon the table with the lid still raised
= and fixed in such position as to meet
the eyes of any one bold enough to gaze
within, was picture, whose aspect might
have called up reflections to the hardest
bosom. A young man evidently emerg-
ing from boyhood, with inflexible decis-
ion of character imprinted on his lofty
brow, startled the observer on first look
iugsNpon it. He was dressed in uniform.
dark green in color, and heavy sash, or
scarf of rich crimson, swung from his
right shoulder, and was fastened on the
left hip near his sword belt. At the bot
tom was printed in full -" Silvio, the
Unavenged; and on the margin on
either sides, was q plain handwriting,
and read as follows: am here, brother,
behold my wounds = they are bleeding,
and reveal their own secret. While the
world is sleeping injustice is awake, and
the mysteries of iniquity are working.
Your hands are full of blood. The deed
of yours is consumated, and bloody pen
atty awaits the oppressor. Mine alone
shall triumph, and they alone shall tread
upon the neck of their enemy. Silvio is
accuser = Gonsalvo the accused, and who
shall withhold judgment? The ,oiU, the
riU it's gone"
Terror soon revived the stricken suf-
ferer, and terror aroused his apprehen-
sion that some visible eye was looking
down upon the scene. He slid into the
chair, and after casting one more glance
upon the picture, he covered his face
with his hands. He rose to his feet to
avoid the dark memories that crowded
upon his soul, and again paced up and
down. He returned to the table after
some minutes, and withdrew the accusing
picture with nervous hand. The box
was empty; and the ghastly pallor of his
face assumed livid hue - the darling
treasure was gone - the sum and sub
stance of all his crimes and uneasiness;
and the likeness, which he had never
seen before, was the bitter substitute
He read the handwriting over several
times, and then placing it under his foot,
he murmured with some decision and
frmness
He must die - never shall he return
with the base hireling to advance claims
and hang me; no, no. And herself -
yes, she shall marry contraband rather
"a nice plot to purloin witnesses and
accuse me: no, no, their chicken hearted
scheme shall perish, and two more vermin
removed in its fulfllment; it must be so,
my safety demands it, and they both shall
die. I'll he even with hypocrites, though
hell should aid me, rather than the min
ion should triumph - the pirate shall
share their doom!"
He crushed the picture heavily beneath
his foot, and gathering the fragments,
cast them into the Ere He watched till
every particle was reduced to ashes, and
then having locked the box returned it to
its place in the cabinet: the papers he
put away also, and cleared every thing
aside = then rang the bell to summon an
attendant. While waiting, he wrote upon
a small slip of paper and enclosed it in
an envelope; and, on the servant appear
ing, directed that it should be delivered
Immediately. The letter was addressed
to the Hon. Silas Edgerton.