Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-09-18

aud now when the road became still more
difficult, the speed Of the horses was more
checked. How that Calmuck tnavels
father He travels like the devil Half
my troop was now broken dawn-lhe
other half was steadily dropping behind,
| called out, close up Advance at n
trOt aud, shooting ahead, quickly gained
upon the coach viii ch rushed up the
mountain road raising clouds Of dust.
such was its speed that it had enter
ed the gloomiest part Of the gorge before
| had caught up with il. You know the
road to Cen, father 1t winds thrtugb
the mountains, in some places skirting abb
rupt deseents-precipiee well nigh, were
between the ravine and the mountain
there's but bare room enough for vehicle
to pass. Well this fact at fist led me to al
ter any plan. Say what you will, thurst as
you may for he blood ofa human being
there is something ugly and repulsiye
in plunglng a weapon into his heart! Ii
the Calmuek we're killed-slain--a corpse,
was not all accomplished So said to
myself, Il will pass the coach, ride on,
await the moment when it is passing at
full gallop along the edge Of TIE raviues
and then myself IN front of the leaders;
wrench the brides sidewise toward the a.
byss;-ard horses, coach aud Calmuck
will be hurled down hundreds of feet,
and all will be over >"
This is fiightful, frightful groaned
Monsigrore Franeipann.
at is not father And how fright
full. too, was this mans cruelty to my un-
happy countrymen who never wrongeJ him
But to continue my narrative it will not
detain you many moments longer. | strove
to pass the coach, but could not-thc
road was too narrow. Twice | attempted
it and twice well nigh met the fate |
designed the Gar; my horse nearly fell
over the precipicc. remember how The
footman behind the a1d the driver. too
gazed at me. Did they suspect my intent?
| know not. One person at least did not
the Calmuck himself--and that for a
very good reason, father be was sleeping.
Yes sleeping! and how he looked Hate
as we Poles may, there is something i'm
perial about this savage! He fears moth.
ing. Did you not inform him, as We left
this spot yesterday, that was a Pole
You did so inform him? So was not
mistakened-that whispering dialogue
with the glances toward mysefwas u war
ming against myself: weIl--another person
would have paid some attension to tbat
have observed precautions. This savage
treated the danger with superb contem II
leaned back in his couch-opened hi,
rich habit, heavy with gold lace and op.
preston from the heat of the weather
and barred his great broad breast, naked
save for the fine iinen-disdainfu o.
sword, stiletto or bullet from the Pole
who rode IN sight of him.
ga terrible imprudence my son bu
60 on 60 onr'
II have well nigh finished said Palov
sky coldly, as though regretting to be
compelled to narrate the rest. '.TherC
lay the man, father, his huge breast rising
and falling in the hot sun his head lean
ing far back, so that could with one
stroke of my sword have cut his throa
and as | looked at him cloud of booC
seemed to pass before me, | would xii
the wretch not with bullet, not will
a stietto, but like soldier, will
my soldiers weapon. | woulC
plunge my sword into the heart of tn,
Calmuck, and avenge at one blow all thC
wrongs of my country-this day shoulC
be the last OF hiln---and digging the spur,
into my horse, |, with one bound reached
the side of the coach, was within three
feet of the sleeper"
The priest unconciously clasred hi,
hands, looking with terrified eyes at the
speaker.
"My sword was already drawn, con.
tinued Palowsky. "and in another in
slant its point would have entered the
mans heart, when as leaned over him
so near as to almost hear his breathing
w yUu huuW Wiktt liedlu, ldtueF i
heard him murmur. ia sua Sanctita-hc
was thinking of his Holiness-and the
name Of the Holy Father heuttered smote
me like blow This man mas entrusted
to me by Ia sua Sanctsta he was himself
sacred-and as ! hestitated, the coacl
bounded over rock in the road, ioltec
heavily, and he opened his eyes as calm
-calmer than yours at this moment"
Palowskv was silent, and a gloomy
almost morose expression came to his eyes
and lips.
THAT is the whole, father" he said
"You see did not kill him--the big
giant with the broad chest naked in thC
sun? the coach was twenty PAGES from N,
in d moment-I fell back-and never saw
the man agan until we reached. Civiti
ecchia-and then for aninstart only, a
he strobe by me with disdain, it may b.
going back to oppresss Poland anew Veil
there is my narrative, father. You know
all,an III 60 make my report, and thel
get some sleep. He is safe! 1t was ;
great--a very great temptation! Blu
praise be to God and all saints, | did no
dishopor the safe guard of ia sua Santa
This curious anccdote is related on tn
authority ol Palowsky's confession"