The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-01-20

condition of her mind, she thong hit him
dead, and her sufferings upon his account
suddenly ceased. All hope was now
over, and with that power of passive
fortltude which is the characteristic of
her sex, Agnes prepared herself for
death. In the crowd were many women,
and in them the excitement seemed even
stronger than with the men; they were
eager and clamorous for the blood of
their victim, and with ferocity of de-
mons crowded around the wretched girl &.
Yet the presence of those of her own
sex, pitiless and malignant as they were,
was consolation to the sufferer, and
she felt less horror at her fate in their
hands. But it was not till she stood
beneath the appalling gibbet that the
full bitterness of death seemed to over
whelm her. II was then that, sickening
with horror at the spectacle before her,
she thrust her hand into her bosom for
that dagger which she so long carried
about her; it was gone In the disor-
der and confusion when she was torn
from her father's arms, it had fallen
from its sheath and was lost. She was
deprived of her last resort; the loath-
some death of felon was before her
eyes, and with all its ignominy and hor-
ror she must endure it. She looked
upon the women who surrounded her,
and in voice of thrilling supplication,
besought them to pity her: oh she
exclaimed, If any of you here are
mothers-if We have daughters that you
love, for their sakes show me some COM
passion: do not ask for life, [ know
that l must die but, as you are women
and can feel for me, let me not perish on
that dreadful tree, let me not die a
death so shameful and accursed; some
one OF you, for pity and for womanhood,
strike me to the heart, or lend me but a
knife that may speed myself, and take
my dying blessing for the act Moved
by her Indebtedness, or willing to test
the strength of her resolution, one OF
the women handed her a knife; the
wretched girl grasped it eagerly and
was about to plunge it in her bosom
when female fury by her side arrested
her arm, and forcing the weapon from
her hand, exclaimed with fend-likt
malignity, No, minion you shall die
the death that was prepared for him you
robbed us Of who shall pity you whc
could wanton with hound Of Spain
when your brave brothers blood was
shed? He died upon gi1bet like this
and you, that sold his blood for a kiss
shall have no fairer DEATH Then Selling
the shrinking victim in her arms sh'
rushed with her up the ladder and ad
justed the rope to her neck. The frs
touch of the loathsome cord, as if i
had been the fold of deadly serpant
struck mortal GOODNESS through he
blood and she lay senseless in the arm
of her murderess. The moose was drawn
close round her snowy neck, and tn,
Fury who yet supported her lifeles
body in her arms had turned round t,
leap from the ladder on which she stood
when voice, loud, wild, piercing as tn
blast of trumpet, exclaimed 'Forbear
behold your victim y All eyes wer
turned in the direction of tho cry, AM
there, at window of one of the deser
ted houses at the side of the squar
stood Alvarez Citizens of Harlem
he cried, battle not your hands in that in
nocent blood; l am he whom 20,
doomed to the gibbet; behold, yiel'
myself to your will. And he leapcC
from the window to the ground. a
shout was raised by the mob at the re
covery of their proper victim for hi
generous devotion availed him nothing
in their savage breasts, and they hurried
him to his fate. The unconscious Agne
was rescued from the jaws of death anC
consigned to the arms of her father, wh'
at this moment struggled through tn
crowd and Alvarez, after casting on
hurried glance on her insensible form
stepped boldly up the ladder to hi
doom. Citizens he said, when tn
fatal cord was fitted to his neck, Il an