The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1875-09-15


John-who with an almost superhuman
effort had reached the stone steps of
house. nearly opposite that where his
former pupil concealed himself-began
to stagger under the blows which were
inflicted on him from all sides, calling
out
my brother-where is my brother2"
One of the ruffians knocked off his hat
with a blow of his clenchea fist.
Another showed to him his bloody
hands; for this fellow had ripped open
Cornelius and disembowelled him, and
was now Fastening to thesspot in order
not to lose the opportunity of serving the
Grand Pensionary in the same manner,
whilst they were dragging the dead body
of Cornelius to the gibbet.
John uttered cry of agony and grief,
and put one of his hands before his eyes.
"Oh! you close your eyes, do your"
said one Of the soldiers of the burgher-
guard; well, shall open them for YOU
And saying this, he stabbed him with
his pike IN the face, and the blood spurt-
ed forth.
"My brother" cried John De White,
trying to see, through the stream of blood
which blinded him, what had become of
Cornelius; "my brother, my brother"
"Go and run after himl" beloved an
other murderer, putting his musket to
his temple and pulling the trigger.
But the gun did not go off.
The fellow then turned his musket
round, and, taking it by the barrel with
both hands. struck John De WHITE down
with the butt>end. John staggered and
fell down at his feet, but raising himself
with a last effort, he once more called
OUT
MY brother!" with voice so full of
anguish, that the young man opposite
closed the shutter.
There remained little more to see; a
third murderer fired pistol with the
muzzle to his face; anu this time the
shot took effect, blowing out his brains.
John De White fell, to rise no more.
On this, every one of the miscreants,
emboldened by his fall, wanted to fire his
gun at him, or strike him with blows Of
the sledse-hammer, or stab him with a
knife or sword; every one wanted to
draw a drop of blood from the fallen
hero, and tear off shred from his gar
ments.
And after having mangled, and torn,
and completely stripped the two brothers,
the mob dragged their naked and bloody
bodies to an extcmporised gibbet, where
ameteur executioners hung them up by
the feet.
Then came the most dastardly scoun-
drels Of all, who, not having dared to
strike the living flesh, cut the dead in
pieces, and then weut about in the town
selling small slices OF the bodies of John
and Cornelius at ten sous piece.
We cannot take upon ourselves to say
whether, through the almost impercepti-
bic chink of the shutter, the young man
witnessed the conclusion of this shock
ing scene; but at the very moment when
they were hanging the two martyrs on
the gibbet, he passed through the terrible
mob; which was too much absorbed in
the task, so gratifying to its taste, to take
any notice of him; and thus he reached
uuobserved the Toll HEX, which was still
closed.
"Ah! sir" said the gatekeeper, do
you bring me the key?"
Eyes, my man, here it is"
at is most unfortunate that you did
not bring me that key only one quarter
of an hour sooner" said the gatekeeper,
with sigh.
sand why that" asked the other.
because l might have opened the gate
to Mynheers De White; whereas. finding
the gate locked, they were obligated to
retrace their steps,
Gate gateT' cried a voice which
seemed to be that of man in a hurry.
The Prince, turning round, observed
Captain Van Deken.
as that you, Captain?' he said. "You
are not yet out of the Hague? This is
executing my orders very slowly"
"Monseigneur," replied the Captain,
"this is the third gate at which | have
preseated myself; the two others were
closed"
"Well, this good man will open this
one for you: do it, my friend"
The last words were addressed to the
gatekeeper, who stood quite thunder~
struck on hearing Captain Van Deken
addressing by the title of Monseigneur
this pale young man, to whom he him
self had spoken in such a familiar way.
As it were, to make up for his fault
he FASTENED to open the gate, which
swung creaking on its hinges.
"Will Monseigneur avail himself OF
my horse?" asked the Captain.
81 thank you, Captain, shall use my
own steed, which is waiting for me close
at hand"
And, taking from his pocket n golden
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