The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1880-02-14

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{GMs frustrated me In every end!
|R&cleimed the witch in temper, ca
striding up and down the spscio,
''0ood MOTHER said NlREus af1e
ttonstely, "thou art nervous, and
fear me thou hast some hurt; pra
calm thyself and tell me whs
means this excitement-this blood
this bandsged hand-this-
Bring me Z chair!" said tho be-
tnterIupting the Questi0n0r. aud Otj
restlessly pacing the marble floors,
NlRrDs entered the nearest chan
Der and brought forth q large srt
chair, which ho placed ct bis moth
ers disposal.
| She was seated. The youth knel
at her feet. She carefully unwral
ped the tAlismanio bsndsRe that ca
Oircled her hand. NIREUs uttere
y cry OF horror!
A long cash ran across the palm Q
Der b0ny hand, the ends Of her fou
fingers were almost severed by dec
cuts on each, while the whole va
besmeared with coagulated blood.
"Ye Gods! good mother hov
earnest thou by these painful
wounds 2" said NIREus, with an ex
preston OF repugnxnce, and turning
his face from the ugly hand.
The bag shook her head as Oh,
rebound her painful hand. NlREU
was atuazed as he Deheid tears Trick
ling down his aged mothers wrinklet
cheek.
"On! NlREUs! NlREus! NlREUs! Y,
may 10 lost," groxneu MARJUkYx-
a0d she soobed aloud as she ieanet
TIER head against the back of til,
chair.
Lost good mother! what mcanes
thou :? exnlain thyself" imploringl,
said NlREUs. gently pressing her lef
hand III ILLS own. by heaven! thou
art ss mysterious tonight as = Preis'
Yea Lost! lost!" vehemently
shouted the bag ignoring the pres.
ence Of her kneeling 500, aud hasti
~ rising from her seat. Tue gold
stone beads that hung from her car
csnet loudly ratified AZ she hurried.
" paced the marble COZ ritlor.
'The prizs is 10 our grasp, aud vel
We may be lost" she muttered.
NlRUs wondered.
''Siill the murderer wears bis
charmw she Moderated In her shrilI
piercing voice.
N1REUs stood agh8st!
The sorceress wildly rushed up and
down the corridor, loaned at her
mouth with fury, while the son star.
Cd 10 mute aE1aZ 'mept.
The promised Revenge OF the Gods.
which for years l havs lived but to
crafty, nov turns On ms its venom.
Gus tooth! on me its mistress.
She ts mad" thought NIREUs.
"Act9 ~, by his own dogs was
hunted add killed. and my Revenges
like those B@otian hounds, have
turned upon thetr mistress, and now
they be;y,,,. seize 81 me in their bloody
She tapped her wounded hand as
che flushed her last sentence and
continued her restless gait.
NREUs failing TO obtain the intor.
nation be desired, in despair threw
himself In the vacant chair, deter
mined TO await symptoms Of return.
Ing c0mposure In the rudled Proph.
etees. But he was startled BY the
Wild audiences Of her weird voice,
90 che ohrieked at her highest pitch :
''The murderer Of BRAsYLAs! The
murderer OF thy father! the murder.
Of Of thy mother! u iRcarcerated in
The darkest dungeon OF the Hypo-
geum 7" 80
The youth was dumbfounded! be
lrose from bis seat and approached
the Eachsntress. She stood In tho
centre OF the hall with aspect Wild
and hair dlshevelled-her eyebails
almost starting from their sock.
It's, her aged frame trembling
like an aspen, her bandaged throat
and hand, and ner bl00d.bespotted
robe-she might have been taken for
he Goddess Of Fury.
"He lives! NlREus, he lives!" She
3jaculated again.
cart thou mad :" asked the youth
10 calm measured tones. Il
Tue ha9s features contracted into
hideous getmace; IL may have been
Intended TOT = emile Of sarcasm.
by the Monarch OF tho Shades.
,ol" che cried IN = voice that might
rave came from Pendemon,um.
'Lieten-I sWore TO be avenged on
[oPH0N, the sisve--to night I entered
,ta cell-the self same weapon be
leed on ne, ! held In my hand-I
IdVanced 20 tho slOove-hls wretch.
ID form Was stretched ct length on
lls rocky bed. I was resolved to
fierce the slave to bis hssrt-and 10,
"What! speak!" shouted NlaEus.
''There on his breast cleaning with
almost supernatural brtlltancy Was q
ltamOnd--
"Wsll what then :" burst in N1II.
-, impatient 20 hear her tale.
s'8tayl-1 usade q luuge ct the
1outh! the point OF my stylet struck
do enormous dlsmood-my hand
)tipped from tho handle to the blade,
md - I yrasped It With oil my
Ivrce''-
"Thy hand Vas thus deeply cut, ="
nterpoeed her son.
NAY -nay-nxy! interrupt me
,ot-yee, THE was what Cut my hand
but this IL not all-listen! The
lave srose," she continued, II
Ihriekedl for there on his breast
FILTERED tho diamond like q basil.
|tsk-l
W Gods! Thy tale ts like tho rock
,vsrhsnging unhappy Tantalus!"
xted the impottent youth.
Ayi like q basilisk! tor With its
bitnding tight I vas benum0ed! par.