Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-07-25

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stcr was upon his breast. 4 sharp cry
arose and then ii became a death wall;
merging into Il moan and silence ; for
huge knife was plunged into the quiv-
ering breast Of the guard, and his ne
oushed forth with his crimson gore
The murderer had cIutchcd the throat
OF his victim, in order to prevent an out
cry from the dying man. ana had only
partially succeeded He now raised MS
head and listened attcntivciN but no
sound gave indication that the voice OF
the soldier had attracted attention. -
Raising the corpse in his arms, the rene
gadc bore him some distance to The rear
and deposited him in the dead weeds,
Doing 50, he exclaimed
" a good general always leaves an
opening for retreat in case OF deieat, ana
will do so by disposng OF every guard
in this direction There Is but one
more to deal with, | think, and he Is be-
hind the quarters of the general com
manding."
Mad Leon crept forward rs before,
aud soon the soldier referred to shared
The same fate a4 the first but his cry
was louder, and was not entirely un
needed, for Il window where a light had
been burning was thrown up, anda voice
asked
"W hat il The matter down there
The dying man struggled hard to
speak but this the renegade prevented
while he answered himself:
Nothing Chat | am aware Of
"Dut heard cry
$50 did /; it was one of The pIoWling
coyotes.N
No further question was asked, and
Che william saw that the light which he
had before observed had disappeared.
He knew that the strong wind had eX-
tin gushed it, as the window was raised,
an he muttered:
"'Mav the devil favor me, and leave
m e that opening before he gets another
Ii ght, for i can enter there But the
d evil did not so favor him. The sash
came down with a crash, and the jingle
of glass told that some of the panes had
been broken by the fall. This was of
some Importance, and the villain knew
It.
The guard once quiet, Leon cautious
ly mounted q she'd and crept to the WIN
dow where he had heard the voice
now he could hear voices for there were
two voices in conversation. Applying
his ear to one of the broken Lights, he
listened. He could hear every word
stinctly, and the blood ran like Light
ming through his veins rs the sentences
were understood by him. The voice of
Il female exclaimed through her sobs.
80 Harry Graham, is it possible you
tell me this? | shall die! Oh, ] can
not live, for you 40 longer love me"
81 only love you too deeply, Marian
ma" was the reply.
"Then why do YOU tell me that 1 can
never be your vile ?'
" cannot cXplain-l dare not"
" You must, ii you would not see me
fall dead at your feet, OIL live to become q
maniac"
mariana, feel that you havea right
to demand an explanation, and this
much ! will tell you. Something
which occurred years ago renders it ne
cessary that as a just avenger | should
kill your father. Can ] do this and
then we'd his child ~
"Why, then, did you ever win my
love?''
81 was only informed of the facts with
regard to you this day, and | fastened at
once to tell you as much as dare.
Harry you must tell me ali. have
never known my father; and if his
crimes have been so great that he de-
serves death, cannot blame the hand
that strikes. For the love Of heaven
tell me ALL"
~ will. Your fathers name-so old
Brant, who had you in his keeping
IIOIll IIlltfltN ttIlG IllN ttS ttul lbittNN-
burn. He became the most deadly foe
of my own parents, and for no other
reason than he was rejected by my
mother.-IHc sWOre the most deadly
vengeance, but those who knew him did
not believe there was any danger. | can
well remember the night OF that re-
venge, however. The glare OF the
flames which consumed my home is be-
fore me still; and the yells of the red
demons led on by Paul Blackburn are
yet wringing in my ears. The CHASTITY
and bloody forms of my parents are be-
8 ore me, and even the eXultant words OF
their murderer are not forgotten"
SO, horrible and my father was this
monster?'
"He was. And this is not all
Let me know the worst"
% After my fathers marriage, your
own also took wife, but his constant
brutal treatment of her proclaimed his
hatred. She intcrfered to save his vic
tins, and with single blow he struck
her liteless to the ground"
"He murdered his own wite-my
mother"
"But how were you sayed-how was
savedY'
''Here is the strange part of my story,
| was a boy of seven years and you an
infant of six months. | remember see
ing you fall from your mothers arms as
she was stricken down. l remember
Selling you in my own arms and crawl
ing to Il place Of concealment by the riv-
er's side. You We're taken from me by
Old Brant, and although | forgot him
and yourself, | could not forget these
events Only to-day, as | before in
formed you, the old man gave me these
particulars"
"Is that cruel father-that blood-stain-
en- man yet alive
" Yes, and / have just learnt that too.
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