Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-05-30
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ktontluHtd from iFtt
self, you could never tempt an English
soldier to break his faith and take the hand
Of traitor and murderer. Do your
worst--l defy YOU!
Even the iron men around him shud-
dered 10 hear such words addressed to
their terrible leader. aud the daring
speech was followed by a dead and awful
silence.
A momentary spasm of rage shook the
princes granite-hewn face. succeeded by
u look of stern and reluctant admiration of
courage. even in a mortal enemy. He
spoke at length, with calmness more
deadly than the loudest anger:
1T is enough-take him away -
The guards led forth the captive: and
mingling with their heavy tramp came the
doomed mans last words:
God save old England"
The silence of midnight brooded over
the ancient palace, when the gloom of the
dungeon into which St Clair had been
cast was broken by sudden light
Before him, white and rigid rs a corpse
in the spectral glare of her lamp. stood
Guleyaz. with her finger pressed warning
" to her lips. In silence she held out to
him the tunic and CANDY turban Of an AZ
CHAN warrior. >gnitying to him tn put
them on.
He obeyed mechanically like one in a
dream. and the moment the disguise was
complete she led him hastily TO the door.
Outstretched on the door outside lay
the sentinel. evidently stupefied by some
powerful narcotic, by whom administered,
Herbert could easily guess.
Pausing moment to assure herself that
all was still in the castle. Guleyaz went
straight 10 the end Of the passage and
opened small iron door, locking it be-
hind her as soon as they had entered.
What followed Herbert could never
clearly recall. He had only a vague rec
objection of tracking the gloomy winding
of a dismal cavern, from whose damp.
oozy sides the water fell drop by drop,
with a sulen plash, which was the only
sound that broke the eternal silence.
One of these drops extinguished the
lamp, but Guleyaz's burning hand seized
his own in the darkness and led him on
ward. he knew not whittier.
At length, after seemingly endless in
terval, another door flew open before
them, and st. Clair with delight which
no words can convey. felt the cool night
air on his cheek, and saw the stars shining
overhead.
There lies your road said his guide,
pointing down the valley. The armies
of your people cannot be far off now May
Allah keep you safe till you reach them
And you?" asked Herbert, with a sud |
den impulse of tenderness, as the tremor |
OF her voice told him she was weeping. |
They will know that it is you have saved
me and then
who cares what happens 10 me?" an
swered the girl passionately. when the
dew that refreshed it is gone. what mat
ter how soon the flower withers 4? | have
saved Your life--I care not how soon lose
my own"
Never by heaven cried 81. Clair,
throwing his strong arm around her, a. if
his whole soul were poured into the ca
ress. II am not such cur As to sneak
off in safety and leave my little ewe-lamb
to these mountain wolves. Come with
me, darling; and may be called coward
ly before the whole regiment if anything
but death ever parts Us two again =
Years later, the story Of that flight sorely
tried the faith of the guests at Clairmont
park: but still harder did they find it to
recognize the savage amazon of Cabul in
the beautiful and high-bred lady to whom
Sir Herbert st. Clair was wont to say play |
fully:
My dear, I've been telling these gen
lemen about our Afghan adventures in |
1872. -Ddt'd her Ia SnHd0y 1ttcfnooR.