Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-06-09

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so she had been standing on the noun
tain watching the procession pass,
when she felt that her moustache was
displaced. In arranging it she felt
some apprehension, because the fierce
eyes of the monks seemed to be glar-
ing at her with an expression of sus-
picious questioning. She felt her bos-
ON begin to move The torches threw
their terrible glare around her The
secret was discovered; it passed from
mouth to mouth, and, before she could
move, her clothes were being literally
torn from her body by the exasperated
brethren.
And you Monsieur So strong, so
noble You saved my life, and | can
never repay you : she said, clssping
his bony hands in hers and kissing
them, when her narrative was ended.
But the morning What are We
to do in the morning ? was his some
what chilling response to this fervor Of
gratitude.
The morning ? she then exclaimed
with a shudder. Mon Dieu l had
not thought of that How miserable
and degraded am : and she burst in
to an agony of weeping. -
Il must leave you for awhile, said
Vesey, starting up, i must go ana
find you some clothing
Clothed only with the garments of
night she rose to her feet and threw
her arms around his neck.
My preserver 7 she cried, Il am
afraid to part with you; for Elove you
oh, so dearly ! and the eyes Of the
lost, maddened woman filed with the
tears of deep and unselish affection.
He tore himself away from her and
started on run. No human .habita-
ton seemed near. There was no light
except from the stars, and he had no
idea in what direction he was proceed
ing. The gray dawn was breaking as
he perceived a considerable village half
a mile off. Although he was footsore
and weary by his long run. he rushed
onward with renewed speed. s~From a
Hebrew merchant he soon purchased
the requisite raiment. The sun had
risen an hour when he again reached
the cypress grove. He had hardly en-.
tered the solemn shade when he was
surrounded by Turkish soldiers.
Determined to sell his life dearly, he
placed his back against tree. and with
set teeth awaited the attack.
Your late companion is prisoner
and cared for, said the officer in com
mand, in excellent English, and unless
you surrender peaceably, you will be
shot where you stand,
Vesey looked at the apparel lying at
his feet, and then glanced at the stolid
Turks, with their rifles placed in readl
ness.
we brought clothing along for the
lady, resumed the officer.
4 surrender said Rip, walking
gloomlly away from the trSeserxe ~,~
| He was then taken to Salonica and
placed in cell in one of the huge fort.
resses on the edge of the 4Egeant, and
no communication whatever was per-
mitted with the outside world. He
had killed one of the monks in the
Hagion Oros fray, and he had been
guilty of eloping with the favor
ite wife of his Highness, Ahmed Bey.
Therefore, by the hump of the sacred
camel he must have the bow-string
and the sack.
'Mashallah, Allah is great There
is no God but God, and Mahomet is
his prophet; you have just one month
to live, said the Judge who passed the
sentence. Some of the monks had ap-
peared as witnesses against Rip Vesey
He was bounteously supplied with
food, but none of his jailors would
speak word to him.
1t is not necessary to attempt an an
alysis of his feelings during that terri,
BILE time. Most of all, he seemed to be
in doubt of his personal identity. As
he paced around his cell he would say
is it possible I'm RIP Vesey ? and
then he would ponder over his life
from the earliest dawn of memory
down to that fight with the monkist
mob and that extraordinary night
with the rescued woman in the cypress
grove. What had become of her? Hac
she also been condemned to the bow.
string and the sack? Then he would
try to realize what sort of death he
was gong to face Would it be hang
, ing, or strangling, or something more
barbarously cruel ?
, Three weeks had passed. Anothe,
week and he would be judicially mur
dered for acting mans part.
Five more days Only two more
suns to see.
My God ? he cried, this is hard
1t cannot be possible 1t cannot b
that am to be murdered in this place
and the outside world know nothing
about it ?
He threw himself on his pallet anC
, shed the first tears that had wet hi
cheeks in ten years. Sleep thre ew he,
, benign mantle over him, and he wa
dreaming of his American home wher
, something aroused him into instan
, consciousness. He looked up; a face
l was bent close to his. In the dim ligh
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