The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-04-03
THE RUTLAND DAILY GLOBE FRIDAY MORNING APRIL g. 1874


vently; nor did he again raise his eyes, till
voice, as harmonious as the breathing CT
Lutte, addressed him In the lingua Franco
eff the sight of his handmaiden is often
sive to the eyes Of the Nazarine, she will
depart rs she came, in sorrow"
The soldier lifted up his eyes and saw her
bending over him with so sad an expression
of tenderness, his heart melted within him,
and his answer was courte ous and even
kind 81 thank thee, dear lady, I thank
thee for thy good WILL though 1t can avail
me nothing; but wherefore does one so fair
it may well be, so happy-as thou art,
visit the cell Of condemned captive"
"Say not condemned Oh, say not con-
demned! Thy servant is the bearer of life,
and freedom and honor. She saw thy man
ly form, she looked upon thy undaunted
demeanor, and she loved thee-loved thee
to distraction-would follow thee to the ends
OF earth would die to save thee--has al
ready saved thee, if thou wilt be saved !!
Rank, honor, life and love"
"Lady, listen! For ten long years have
not lent my ear to the witchcry of woman's
voice! Ten years ago was the betrothed
lover Of maid and, | had well nigh said,
rs fair as thou art. She died, and left me
desolate. l have fled from my native
land | have devoted to my God the feel.
ings which once cherished fondly for your
fair sex. l could not give thee love in re.
turn for thy lovc-nor would | stoop to
feign that which felt not, although it were
TO win, not temporal, but eternal life"
sob dismiss me not" she sobbed, MS
she threw her white arms around his neck,
and painted on his bosom. "Oh dismiss
me not thus ! ask no vows | ask no love.
But be minc let my country be your coun.
try my God your God and you are SAFE
and froc" Slowly she turned away, vail
ing as if her heart would burst long after
the last being who would show a sign Of
pity for his woes. or Of admiration for his
merits, had gone forth lncvcr again to re-
turn. All night the heartfelt PRAYER Of
the Crusader asccnded to the throne of hi;
m stcr. and oi)cn petition Tor his lovely,
d"indod visit r. Morning came at last, and
the rude tribes of the remotcst regions.
Arab and Turkoman, mounted on steeds of
matches symmetry, mingling their dark
baracans with the brilliant arms and gor-
gcous CARDS of the Spldan's Court. were
marshaled across the valley in front of the
Crusaders dungeon. and on the slopes at
either side, and he was led forth by his
guards to meet his fate. Ia this ampithcater
stood the scathed trunk of a thundcr-strick
en- palm tree. To this natural stake was
the captive led. One by one his garments
were torn asundcr, till his muscular form
and splendid proportions were revealed in
naked majesty to the wondering multitude.
Once, before he was attached to the fatal
tree, 4 formal offer &C life and liberty and
high ofjicC in the Moslcm Court was ten
dcrcd to him, on condition of his embracing
the faith of the prophct-and refused hv ono
cOntcmptuous wave OF his hand.
He was bound firmly 10 the stump, with
his hand, secured far above his head; at
fifty PAGES distant stood group of dark
fierce warriors, with Bonded bow. aud we'll
filled puivcrs, evidently waiting for the sig
nal TO pour in their arrows on his unguard-
I'd body. He gazed upon them with coun-
tenancc unmoyed and serene His eyes
did not long dwell on the una,tractiyc sight;
some minutes had elapsed when the shril
voice of the muulzn was heard, proclaim
ing the hour of matin prayer in his measured
chant: "Therc is TO God but ono God, and
Mahomct is his prophet
In an instant the whole multitude were
prostrated to the dust. A fash of contempt
shot across the features uf the Tcmpar.
but il soon vanished in a more holy cx-
preston, as nc murmurcd to himself:
Forgive them, Lord; they know not what
they do" The pause was of short dura-
ton like the voice of the forest when the
first breath Of the tempest agitate, the foil
age, the multitude rose to their feet A
hor5eman dashed out from the cayalcaJc
which ,hrongcd around their Sedan,
checked his steed beside the archer band,
spoke few words then callorc1 back to
his station.
Soon arrow after arrow whi-tled from
tho Paynim bows. piercing tho Tcmplar's
limbs and rruyipfr hi. InHy main hot
was a pause Encirclcd by his Nubian
Guard and tn brightest Of his Court, the
Sedan rode up TO his bleeding captive.
Deckcd in all the pomp Of royalty, and
sublime in hearing. the monarch was shamed
-shamcd like q slave before his MASTER
by the native majesty OF Christian virtue
Nor could he at first find words in which to
address the tortured knight, who stood at
his feet with the serene department which
would have besoemed the judge upon his
tribunal not less than the MARTYR at the
stake.
elias the Nazarcnc yet learned from ex.
peTiencc the bitter sting of q versity! The
skill of the lcech may assuagc thy wound,
and honors may yet efiacc thine injuries.
Will the Nazarcnc live, or will he Aie the
death of a dogi"
The Lord is on my side, was the firm
reply. Inc LOru Is on my kidc-l VIII
not fear what man doeth unto me-"
On swept the Monarch train, and again
the iron shower fell fast and more fatally
than before, on his broad chest and manly
trunk. The blood gushcd forth in blackcr
streaols-his life was ebbing fast away
when from the rear of the broken hills
sudden trumpet blew a point of war in notes
so thrilling that it pierced the ears like some
thrust of q sharp weapon. Before the crowd
had time 10 vent itself in word or deed, the
cmncnccs were crowded with mail clad
myriads Of the Christian force. Down
they camo like the blast OF the tornado,
with war-cry and the clang of instruments,
and the thick tramplng of twice ten thou
sand hoots, Woo to the sons of the desert
in that hour! They we're swept away before
the melted steeds and lances of the Tenn
plars like stnbblc before the devouring
fiamc
The eye of the dying hero frightened as
he saw the banners of his countrymcn. His
whole form liated with cxultation and tri-
umph. He tore bis arm from its letters,
waved It around his blood stained forehead
and for the last time shouted forth his bat
tie cry, STA, Beauseant. A Vcrmandois
for the Temple." Then, in a lower tone, he
cried: "Lord, now lettcst thou thy servant
depart in peace, according TO thy word,
for mine eyes have seen thy salvation
lie bowed his head and his undaunted
spirit passed away.