Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-06-13

InEAfnNES VT fNS ss---a--s->-ss->s -erT iI rKWCO. pRUssRA >.,. other tongues will my wrongs be proclaimed at last, and men will learn how Germany al lows private aninosity to take tho lead of | public justice, when dealing with con- ! quered foer' ! There was an instant's silence. Tho facee 1 of the judges grew sterner and paler. Some- 1 thing in the noble bearing, the calm heroic l face Of the prisoner touched them witn com 1 passion. Yet they knew his doom was sealed. Military justce is stern in its eX- action, undertaking in is dccrees. With the 1 close of tbat day sentence was pronounced. lie must dio. He who had so long prayed for death as | tho sweetest boon man could bestow. trem- I bled as ho heard his doom. Then his eyes turned on his foe and met his malicious ex- ulting glance with tho caImness of despair. 1 'You havo your triumph" he said. so low ! that scarce any ono heard him. Then he was led back to his cell, there to await tho end of his martyrdom.
 Faint and weak with long illness. Ninetto l lay in her close, narrow room, The conilno- ment, tho absonco of air, the loathing of life , all combined to weaken the vigor of q framo used to the freedom of fields. the freshness Of cuol, sweet winds. the width of meadow and furost, and whoso eyes yearnod for the sight of i,.r-stretching skies, unbounded by city $ myriad roofs.
 All the nborn instincts of her free, glad pleasant life returned. She thought only of her old sweet NormfA homa, where the peace of the silent country roigned, and the Si,A',i nf and of corn. She thought of tho mii|stveam song-of the foam-bells dashing on tho groat brown timbers of the turning wheel-ot the radiance of summer fowers-of the rich scents of the roses round the porch of tho gleam of the snow-white lilies, in whose cups tho butterflies loved to hover and rest-ot the coo of the bright-plumRged pigeons us they flew to and fro from their littlo arched homes-ol the vospor chimes from tho vil- { lnso church nestled in those quiet fields. All these thoughts and memories came back to her ns she lay thero alone, With the ban md curse ofa cruel fate upon her young. desolate heart, and an tutor hopc!essness and despair in her soul.
 Through the silence around her, a voico suddenly picrccd-a voice that made her start and troIublo as she heard Il, and forced from her lips cry of intense fear. Another instant, and amidst the shril ciamor of the ola woman's cries, and the sturdy resistance of Gretchen, the door was thrown violently open, and Leon Monprat stood before her
 "Fnther!" burst from the girls rNle lips. He threw himself before her, and caught the folds of her dress in lis hands.
 "Oh, Ninotte! can you ever forgive me?"
 What is it?" sho gasped in terror; lis he with you?'
 "lIe? No. Coward, villain, traitor that he is. He has betrayed me. I fly now for my life."
 "How havo you discovered me?" she asked "By strange chance--a soldier of the gar rison is suspected of planning tho escape of Q prisoner. Won Brandstein had him , watched here, ho told mo that it was his be- lief that you were concealed in the place with tomorrow he will himself be hero. l learnt his reachery and resolved to warn : you in time. Ninotte have done you n cruel injustice all my life-let mo atone for it now Fly with mel have passports-all is ready had a friond who aided mo for the sake oi services lon, past. l have plan-I vii seek tho kIn=, himself--he is close to Borlr tomorrow he enters. Come, child. fol
 
 do not refuse mo now?'
 She drew herself calmly, proudly away.
 Father, you deceived mo once I cal never trust you again.
 DO not say that" ;" he implored. II know you fear that 1 will lead you to him. I swea I will not; every word utter is truo to tht letter. Oh. Ninette, be meroiful to yourself if not to ne. How can leave you in thi rufian's power?"
 lis it not rather late in the day to think o that?"
 Child, you torture mo. Will nothing nov you? Even if tell you your husbands sal vation depends on your acting as l counsel?'
 "My husband - Pierre? What do yo nean3"
 He Is condemned to die. At daybreai - tomorrow, the sentence will be executed They hurry 1t for fear the king may repriev him."
 "To die-he9 What is his crime2" ] "von Brandstein discovered the plan fo his escape. ue insulted him, and Pierr struck him."
 "Oh my God! my hand again deals hil his fate" moaned the wretched girl, as sh sank on her narrow bed and gazed it he fathers iace with blank unseeing eyes.
 "Will you not come?" he urged again. Sh started as ifa blow had struck her.
 "Come2" she cried wildly. Flee like coward and leave him to die2 Oh Heaver what dc you think amp
 "You might see the king, you might inte cede," he pleaded, with a pitiful weaknes that reused all her scorn.
 "Go you and seek the king!" she erie with sudden passion, "and look you, if dio l count you his nurGererv' Then sl turned and seized her cloak, and flew he DO as an antelope from the house and ( 6S through the dark and silent streets, with 5S resistless speed that made' all pursuit us 99S less.
 He fingered thero a moment, then we n9 1a forth and confronted the pale and frigh IS ened women in tho adjoining room. ySS 'She is my daughter" he said, with u strange, dazed oyes of a man half aslee land her husband dies tomorrow in the ga rison wonder at sunrse.'
 They heard him in sencc, too terrific
 for any words. Then he too drew his clo,
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