The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1868-01-16
NO. as.

awaits your disclosure. Do not die with
guilt concealed in your bosom - forgive.
ness is yours?"
No, no." he cried, convulsively, {" no
pardon, no mercy for me; but fearful
penalty. He'll is open, = my crimef arc
i there, and their reward I will not die.
! | canuot."
+" Arnold! Arnold! have hope, yon
are forgiven. Ged is merciful. Tell me
Of Camilla? Who is she2"
+" She Is yours = yours to love, wed
and save, your bride, your idol and
your god; but not your sister, no, no.
a nobler loin gave you birth "a uobier
face smiled over your cradle "A warmer
tear fell upon your cheek, = save her, -.
take her away where sin is not known,
and be happy. She is pure, guileless
and loving, but there was blood in tho
hour of your infancy around you i
shed IT = slew Silvio."
! lie was overcome by agitation, and his
head sank heavily upon Austin. bosom.
Presently he rose up.
Aaway = leave my sight for l am
lost! no hope, no mercy, no repentance /
20, be happy elsewhere, and when l aus
gone speak kindly of my name. Tell
none that killed him, and whisper not
that | wronged you for gold. You might
be happy but for me, but despair not, you
you both shall be vindicated in your
claim. Find the papers = they bear
witness to all | say, and in them is :hea
condemnation of another = seek them.
they are yours, placed them there"
The invalid sank into siumber, and
Austin sat for hours by the pillow, watch.
ing each convulsion of his face with aux
iety> Evening passed away, and ths
dark twilight fitted in shadowy gloomi-
ness around the forsaken and detected
youth, who suffered silently as he keps
his solitary vigil All was doubt, mys-
terry and suspense = he hoped for the
morrow, which seemed only to be day
Of darkness for him. On the morrow he
was to be tried and condemned as spy;
yet before he should depart fron the
world, he desired to know the story, and
the relationship between himself and Ca
militia. He dared 20 awake tho DYING
man.
No, no, not yet I am net prepared
to die," he calculated, with choked voice.
then gasped, as he rose upon his elbow
and stared vacantly about him. q will
not, cannot die, oh God!" He turned
toward the wall, formed by the PARTITION,
and buried himself in the bed clothes, is
visions that passed before his imagina-
ton; but in vain; the spirit revolted
over the hidden hypocrisy Of life. and
assumed her triumph in the last hour.
He turned on either sides aud whined
miserably in despair - his tormentor
still haunted him
did murder him, I = I, boy, 1 did
it = We quarreled aud slew him - his
brother rewarded me with gold"
Who, Arnold In mercy. who?"
Silrio, | slew him, aud brought ruiz
upon his children = poverty was their
lot for time. Guseppa died in prison,
she upbraded heaven for permitting tn,
foul deed to be accomplished - she YVES
insane; and | now hear her pitious la
meutations as wildly as l did then. Oh
heaven! how she cried aud pleaded for
her children to be given her, and in vain
did she raise her supplications to hare
hearted villains - she died."
And lie covered his face with lis
hands, and prostrated himself in agony.
" Arnold, who is Guiseppa, ] wiz
protect her children, and bring the abet
tors of the murder to justice. Who sge
they?"
Gonsalvo."
=" Ny father?"
! He looked in the face Of Austin with
/ speechless agony.
" No, no, not your father, hut CamiI-
+ lia's- he murdered him - bis yillany
worked it, aud il was done,"
Who is Csnillias 5 father, Arnold ?
tell mey"
f" lie whom you honor as yours, vam-
/ pire, cruel aud bloodthirSry. Gonsslyo
/ Cameon, il is he"
F" Aud miney in heavens name, Ar
mold, tell mel this Silvio?
Bat no answer came from Gascomber
= he was dead.
Death set its seal upon the old man,
secret; that great mystery, like all either
mysteries. the grave swallowed ur ia il.
own blank oLscuity.
To he coRtiHaed IA nur ae.rf.