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

treacherOusly--no, It's impossible. But
spcak-speak :"
Palowsky's head sank, and he muttured
in a strange tone
Then. the Car"
The Pole breathcd heavily. aud at last
by slow degrees, seemed TO recover his
calmness.
{" | understand what you would say,
father" came a: length from the pale lips.
You would ask if the Car NicnOlas Of
Russia, entrusted to the safeguard Of Pa.
lowsky the Pole. was loyalty guarded by
that person, aud escorted to Civita Nec-
CHA in safety, or was murdered in the de.
files of the mountains Is not that your
meaning ?"
{" Yes"
Palowsky raised his head aud looked
intently at him who had uttered this al
most scpulchral mOnosyllahle.
We'll, Monsignore, he said, listen
now to ay confession"
+" Your confession ?"
The priest grew pale as death AMI he
/ trembed from head to foot.
"Thc confession, Monsignore, of a
great sinner"
The priests form rose, stiff aud erect
as an iron rod his eyes darted consuming
wrath
A CONFESSION The confession of a
very great sinner! You have dared
wretched man that you are-you have
oh no the vengeance of Heaven would
have struck you down !"
palowsky shrunk before these fiery
words, but quickly regained his equanim-
Ity.
- Sin is in intent" he said, calmly
''apd God be Thanked, my sin was IN in.
tent alone. But we waste time Monsig.
more, | am exhausted and must make my
report. | have dismissed my men tC
their quarters, and in ten minutes will re.
join them and sleep. Would you know
now, briefly, what occurred between Rome
aud Civita Vecchia, hear my confession
father?"
Yes, yes, my son." exclaimed the
Monsignore, with an immense expression
of relief; "telI me all, my fears have
been great"
Palowsky wiped his wet forehead and
said:
What tell you, father, is as you
now understand, a confession in only ono
sense of the word. | have committed nc
actual sin, but on the contrary have
achieved, | dare to say, great victory
You know and can conceive what victory
| mean; for am Pole. The Gar O
Russia was yesterday entrusted to my
safeguard, and he is at this instant safe
at Clvita Vecchia"
The ecclesiastlc closed his eyes, raised
them toward heaven, and his lips moved
in thanks.
When | left Rome behind the coacl
Of the Gar, veritable devil seemtd tC
have taken possession of me and | hearC
voice whisper in my ear The enemy
Of your country, the man who has made
Poland, once SO smiling and happy, {
blackened waste, in in your power Ht
has overrun your native land with his bar
barous hordes, shed the best blood OF YOU
race. slain women. children and gray
haired ; conquered, crushed aud degraded
you, sweeping away your liberty and ma
tionality together and now thus borbar
Gus tyrant of barbarous nation is here
alone, unarmcd, bis heart bare to you:
knife !! That is what the devilish voice
said. aed it was with me whispering, ex-
citing, spurriDg me to murder. Nothing
seemed easier than 10 commit shat mur.
dcr--to obey the devil or temptation il
my heort. You know how this man ira
ves IA coach with open windows, the drl
yer and footman near him, for the outri
ders could not keep up with the trcmen
dous rate at which he travels, no arms
no guards no suspicion perhaps-yes, nj
suspicion-the head and lmpersonation o.
Russia, the hated, savage, implacablC
Russia, naked, defenceless before my
sword? Was not that fearful tempta
tion to one who has seen father, mother
sister and brother die of grief or stsrva.
tion from this mans act?
g A fearful temptation, truly" mur
INJURED the priest; ''but continue, contn
ue. You have more to tell, see that from
your eyes
But little" returned Palowsky
gloomily for the recapitulation of tht
wrongs suffered by his family seemed tC
render him sombre.
That was the situation Of affairs, ant
as we went on at full speed | came slow
y to the resolution to assassinate tn,
Gar. | use the plain word. [ meant tc
wait until we reached the defle through
the mountain leading to Ceri, and there
riding ahead ofmy men and the outriders
reach the side of the coach, lean with one
hand upon the window, say to this man
you are a Russian and a wretch-I ;
Pole!' and plunge my sword into hi
heart"
The priest groaned.
1.-The moment soon came" continued
Palowsky, coolly. 1.-The outriders ha,
already dropped far behind, wholly una
BILE to keep up with the tremendous gallo
of the blooded horses drawing the coacl
and my own men, in the same manner
were considerable distance in the rear
their horses painting, foaminng, and wit
coats bathed 10 sweat As for myself,
, was riding favorte animal, this one, whc
j brought with me from Poland, and hi