Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1875-04-02

knowing what they said, some with uliiois
gaze fixed on the girl.
Erect she stood, blush for an instant
bringing out her darkening eyes; then Size
paled and looked at thu entrance-door.
Don Jose, with staggering step, arose ana
caught her hand. "Better thee than Ant
werp," he said, and kissed her fingers.
The kiss was follwed by blow, winch
made the con,dndante reel. The maiden
crossed her arms, and looked to the en-
trance-door again.
Hans Viering was no longer there. AL
ready he had the conamandante in his iron
grasp, already the stiletto was lifted on
high, when Isabels hand took hold of the
avenging arm.
"No murder, but freedom!'' she cried.
with ringing voice-''freedom from the
tyrants, freedom from the tyrants, freedom
from foreign soldiers. Flee, Hans, flee!
Save thyself and u.s."
'.And so WILL" answered the young
man in dusky voice. 81 swear it by tht
Holy Virginia
Hans Viering disappeared, Spanish SOL
diers disappeared, aud so,'n Isabel and
Karl Voigt were carried off to prison.
The following day there was much talk
in the little city of Breda. But the talk
was in an undertone. The Golden Lioll
was shut up. Karl Voigt and Isabel We're
in prison. Hans Viering YVES gone, no ont
knew whittier. The comandante was reti
cent. Voigt was accused of conniving
with the Orangemen. He was tried on a
charge of high treason.
In those days the trials were short. There
were no appeals. Condemnation was usu-
ally followed by execution. Karl Voigl
was condemned. Days and days went b,
but no execution.
''Strange what has become of Hans Vie
ring" said one, whose crippled arms be-
spoke the soldier; ''strange. No one has
seen him since that night
s'Run away, / SUPPOSE said another.
with sneer-''and just i'll time, but he
left his Isabel in the lurch!''
The other lifted his arm in threatening
way; his eyes glstened with Indignation.
Coward thou art to say SO much of Hans.
Run away! Thinkest others like thyselti
Didst not see him fighting at Turnhout!
No, of course not; but l saw him, thor
miserable cur! saw him fighting besid
the prince, and were it not for him the
prince would have been shrouded long
ago."
''Now, stop thy boastin g, and let Hans
alone, said the other in lowered tones
'sDost not see the guard?"
ssBut what has become of Hans Vie
ring?" repeated the cripple with a sigh,
little needing the approaching Spanish
patrol.
Hans viering was N orth Brabanderin
the fullest sense of the word. He had high
notions of personal liberty. His features
showed the Walloon blood, which gives.
especially to the female population, Ro-
man cast-dark and determined. Though
obedient to parents and parish priest, he
had from early boyhood taken to the wild
and rowing life of musketeer; now serv-
ing this master, now that one, as chance
would have it. When on furlnugh, or out
of actual service, he used to loiter in and
around Breda, city where his father had
made competency in the peat trade
country where there is no wood, coal is
scarce, and turf-lands abound. There he
often was visitor at the Golden Lion,
and one of the many who admired the
somewhat severe beauty of Isabel. Severe
she was, indeed. Her womanly dignity
was such that she moved with perfect &c.
curity in the midst of the most riotous
company: and the kiss which the conanaan-
dante pressed on her hand was the first
show of familiarity she had to resent.
Many had been the advances made by the
gallant Don Jose to win the smiles of
Donna Isabel, as he called her with Span
ish courtesy. But Isabel, on her dignity,
knew her place, and kept it so much the
easier because one occupied her thoughts
who, in her eyes was superior to all others.
When, on that night OF reckless banquet
ing, the stiletto.of Hans Viering was ar
rested by the maiden S arm, mo murdel!"
she exclaimed, "but freedom Flee, Hans,
flee Save myself and u.s."
'And so 1 will - he answered and swore
an oath which no faithful adherent to the
church would easily break.
That night he was on the road to Wis
singer, where he knew the Dutch We're
gathering force. Though rough and
ready in fight, Hans Viering was prudent,
and careful to keep in his possession some
papers and testimonials which his many
acts of trusty bravery had procured.
''Thou art the very man. said the stur
dy admiral, when Hans had presented him
with his credentials ard explained his plan.
Thou art the very man; but it is risky
thing. So few in a garrisoned town like
Breda are liked to be worsted, and
then -"
s'Never!'' interrupted Hans, ''never
Give me three hundred men, all willing, all
accustomed to life in slip, all knowing
what they are about give me two buglers
Of the right kind, who know their bust
ness give me two of your best officers,
who are acquainted with the city-and the
flag of freedom will wave on st. Paul's, as
sure az am Hans Viering." His eyes
flashed fire; thinking of Isabel, he could
not bear delay.
The admiral looked with wonder at what
seemed to him an extreme Of patriotism =
he met with almost bashfulness the reso-
lutte stare of the North Bartender. At last
he said, somewhat hesitatingly but with
positive utterance: "Very well Lieutenant
Viering-to-morow morning the men will
be ready. May God help you along!''
1.-The Virgin will p cried Hans, exult-
ingly.
"May be,'' said the Puritanical admiral;