Eaton weekly Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1866-1875, 1873-09-25

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armed ?"
" 1t would be more prudent.
At nine o'clock, as the clock struck,
some one touched me on the shoulder.
"You are exact-that is well, " and as
I turned beheld an old woman, dressed
in the costume of the country, standing
| near me.
care you Lieut.. Raoul Duchene ?'
said she, speaking in French, and with
only slight accent.
| eyes"
"You are lately from Marseilles ?"
eyes"
"You remember Cecile ?'
" "Cecile," cried" Cecile Velaze?"
"'Tis she who has written to you"
| "Cecile, my betrothed she is in Bor-
deaux, with her mother"
"She was, but she is now here slave
in Algiers."
"But the letter is not in her writ
ing"
"Not as you knew her writing for
merly."
"True, slave-Cecile slave? How
did she know that I was here?"
"She saw you from behind the graft
| ing of her window"
"Take me to her inclosure."
"Not until you have given me your
word that you will save her,"
cat the risk of my life; but how, in
Heavens name, did she get here ?'
''She will tell you all tomorrow, when
you meet
"Let me see her tonight
Impossible"
Tomorrow, then. I shall not rest
till them
"To-morrow but remember, silence
AN indiscretion might ruin all p
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excitement was so great that l could
not restrain it. L confded all to my
friend the Jew.
"Be very prudent" said the Jew,
"and remember that the French Gov
eminent allows the natives the exercise
of their religion and the freedom of
their own special trades. To interfere
between q merchant and his slave would
be dangerous"
listened, of course, to no arguments,
and at o'clock the next night was at
the place the Arab woman had indicated.
Cecile, my Cecile, the pure and gentle
young girl in the power of Mahome-
dan, it was horrible.
"Follow me-" said the old woman,
and we entered a low gate, and, after
various windings, found ourselves in a
white marble hall most brilliantly illumi-
mated.
"Here is the danger. Once we can
get through here into Cecile's apartment
we are safe"
We crossed the hall without impedi-
ment. We entered the apartment,
which seemed dim to me after the
hall but bright, indeed, all appeared
when, from an inner room, lady adj
vanced.
She wore the costume of the country,
and the heavy silver walls with which
the women are concealed in Algiers fell
over her.
In another instant she raised her vail, !,
and beheld the 1oveliest creature 1 had
ever seen in my life-her large, brilliant,
yet melting eyes, fixed on me.
threw myself at her feet.
"Do I then see you again ?"
Raoul," she replied, in a low, soft
voice, "have you not forgotten me? Do
you not love me still %
Glove you still! Never have you
been out of my thought !; but how are
you here? Here and q slave ! How
did you leave your happy home? How
did you come in this mans power?"
Listen to me, Raoul, and you will
see how naturally I fell into the tolls
three years ago. A young Arab was
sent to Bordeaux to complete his educa-
ton. He fell in love with me. A mar
riage between us was, of course, impos
sible, even had I not been betrothed tc
you. Hassan understood this, ano
seemed to have abandoned all the feel
ings of love he had entertained for me
A month since he announced to us hii
departure for his native country, and
as last proof of his friendship, asked
nv mother to honor him with a visit OF
board the vessel that was to take hin
from us-a condescension he called it
; NV mother consented. We went, &C
companied only by Hassan, who cam
to fetch us. It was easy to separate us
> both curious as we were to see the vari
GUS parts of the ship. When at last
tried to reiein my mother, she was gone
What became of her I cannot tell you
Ali I know is that the vessel sailed
. while 1 fell in swoon at the feet Q
. Hassan. When L recovered, he told m
!: his he had sacrificed everything t
l obtain me. So L am here, and Prov
; dence has sent you to my assistance.
"This very night we will fly !"
> "That cannot be. I should be miss
ed, traced, and again captured. Nc
. Raoul, you must take me hence to
;, French vessel ready to sail that yer
night"
y 7'But I cannot go with you. I dar
! not leave Alg1ers without leave of ak
= - sence."
- 81 can reach Marseilles in safety
There I can await you. Only get m
l. beyond the power of these people,
l. "I swore to free her-to obey her
= she was so beautiful, so tender, so sac
% that I would have dared anything for he
q deliverance. Each night, introduce
re by the Arab woman, L came to her. ST.
IS was more lovely even than 1 had eve
dreamed. She had grown into diffe
O. ent being from the one L had cherishe
V in my heart often, in our short inte
= views, did I refer to our early days, bl
G the remembrance seemed too sad ft
> her to hear the names of those we love-
" her family--mine; all brought tears
j, her eyes.
Id There was an ineffable JOY to me
ut these interviews, stolen and dangerol
I'd as they were, and but of few minute
le duration still I burned to free ht
ut from the power of this Hassan, even
re the pain of not seeing her. I wou
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