The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1872-02-24

I.ps Of she boy. lie trsmhIed % hs
beheld the awful preparations, and
rs the fatal moose was drawn tight
the color forsosk bic cheeks and he
sprspg forward and dropped upon
bis knees before the ineeassd cap.
tain.
mercy rsk, mercy =
"For whomf' asked the officer,
! while q eontemptuous sneer rested
upon his lips
} "For that old man whom you are
about to kill.'
"He dies, boyF
"But he is my father, SIR
"No matter If he were my own
father; that man who strikes an En-
glish officer in the discharge of his
duty, must die.'
"But he was manacled---he was
insulted, sir" urged the boy.
"Insulted p repeated the captain,
"who insulted him p
"You did, sir" replied the boy,
while his face was flushed with in
dignatiou.
"Get up sir, and be careful that
you do not get the same treatment," I"
said the captain in savage tone.
The old man heard this appeal of
his son, and as the last words drop
ped from the lips of his captor he
raised his head, and while a look of
the utmost defiance passed over his
features, he exclaimed:
"Ask no favors, Robert. Old
Kark Kintock can die as well now
as at any time; let them do their
worst"
Then turning to Captain Dracutt,
he changed his tone for one Of deep
supplication, he said:
"Do what you please with me, sir,
but do not harm my boy, for he has
done no wrong. ! am ready for
your sentence, and the sooner you
finish 1t the better"
clay hold of the whip" shouted
Vie Captain. clay hold, every man
ofSou, and stand by to run the vil>
Hahn up"
In obedience to this order, the
men ranged themselves along the
deck, and each one laid hold of the
rope. Robert Kintook looked first
at his father, and then he ran his
eyes alongthe line of men who were
to be his executioners. But not one
sympathizing or pityitg look could
he trace. Their faces were all hard
and cold, and they all appeared anx-
Iious to consummate their murdrous
work.
"Whatp exclaimed the boy, while
a tear st arted from ito trembling lid,
'is there not one, even, who can
lpitya"
Cup with him." shouted the cap
tain,
Robert buried his face in his hands,
and the next moment bis father was
swingingat theyard arm. He heard
the rope passing and the creaking
block, and he knew he was fatherless.
Half an hour afterwards the boy
knelt by the side of a ghastly corpse,
and simple prayer escaped his lips.
Then another low, murmuring sound
came up from bis bosom; but none Of
those around knew its purpcrt. 1t
was . pledge Of deep revenge.
Just: as the old mans body sid
from the gang board into the water,
. vivid fash Of lightning streamed
through the heavens, and in another
instant the dread artillery Of nature
sent forth roar 80 long and loud
that the men actually placed their
hands % their ears to shut out its
deafening power. Robert Kintock
started at the sound, and what had
caused dread in others bosoms sent
o thrill Of satisfaction to his own.
"Oh, revenge! revengep he NUT.
tered to himself, as he cast bis eyes
over the foam crested waves, which
had already risen beneath the pow
or Of the sudden storm.
The darkness had come as quickly
as did the storm, and all that could
be distinguished from the deck Of the
brig, save the breaking sea, was the
fearful, craggy shore, as fash after
fash Of lightning illumined the heav-
ems.
"Light, ho!" shouted man, and
the uext moment all eyes were d.
rected to a bright light which had
suddenly flashed up among the dis
tant rocks.
i The wind had now reached its
height, and with its giant rowsr it
set the Inflated brig directly upon