The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-05-27

IS so Dlgn placed Jnat her voice can
reach The emperor will ask her one ia.
vor, and that is 10 go and see him and
tell him from me that the war tarried on
by Hungary against two presumptuous
powers in Europe is struggle which is
destined finally to overthrow tyranny
and 10 achieve the independence of the
people
The princess was not discouraged. She
spoke 10 him with eloquence and i'm
plored him with passion, but she could
change the resolution of the captive.
AT last Batthyany told her the secret
cause OF his resistance. 1t is useless,
maOam," said he, 40 go on any further.
prefer 10 tell you the plain truth. |
love young woman of my rice and my
country. She alone has my heart She
is not an archduchess; but if she was,
rest assured that she would not attempt
TO make bargain like the one which you
now endeayor 10 make with me-"
That was too much for the princess.
Her face reassumed it's naughty and hard
expression. She drew herself up, and
with threatening glance left the prison
without word.
On the same evening she returned to
Vienna and Immediately sent for the
Countess LISA. She was meditating upon
the Dest method of wounding the heart of
the mother, 10 avenge herself for the dis
daln OF the son, when a dispatch from
eSth arrived at the palace bringing the
news that Louis Batthyany had at
tempted suicide by opening the veins Of
his wrists, but had not succeeded. A
bitter smile fitted over the countenance
OF the princess. She was in possession of
material Tor her vengeance. Madam, "
said she to the mother of Louis, showing
her the dispatch, your son is a mere com
edlan. He iusulted me yesterday. With
great pompouS phrases he declared that
he would not abandon his COMPANIONS in
prison But apparently that was only a
passing piece of bravery, for since then
he mas changed his mind" And she
handed her paper and pointed to the
door. This is a permit 30 see him." she
said, land can tell you that it will be
your last visit. All, but l forgot You
can announce to him that we will be in
dulgent They condemned him 10 be
hanged, | believe. Well, he shall be
shotp
The Countess of Batthyany took the
permit and, without a word, left tle
palace.
tor a whole hour she wandered about
like wounded fawn. She saw nothing
and only remembered one thing, and that
was that Louis had tried to kill himself !;
that he had revolted at the idea of mount
L,
whose heart had experience the most
frightful fortunes, was possessed of one
fixed idea, an idea terrible in its gran
deur. She determined that her son should
do his duty to the end; that he should ad-
vance to the place of execution with the
same serenity with which one goes to a
banquet; that he should meet death with
a defiant air, and that his eXecutioners
could not say, like the princess, that he
was afraid. Since he was hopelessly lost
for her, since nothing in the world now
could save him from falling by the bullets
of the soldiers, he should, at all events,
tall like hero and show the world the
way that Batthyany dies.
The next day, the last day Of the con-
demned man, she again visited her son.
She advanced toward him with a smile on
her lips and joyful voice. Louis, my
son. said she, as she pressed him to her
breast, Il have good news for you. SOL
EMMY promised the empl ror not to tell it
to you, but God will pardon me if break
my promise; l am too happy to be able to
keep 1t. ! have your pardon, my son.
The emperor at last took pity on me. He
comprehended my tortures and he has
granted your pardon, but on one condi-
ton. To punish you he intends that up
to the last moment you shall experience
all the pains of a condemned man who is
about to give up his life; and it will only
be when the guns are leveled against you
and when the officer is ready to order the
soldiers to fire that the order of your par
don shall arrive. Now, Louis, as you see
you must act as if you knew nothing
You must be grand and proud. Let moth
ing but contempt for your eXecutioners
and Joy over the performance of noble
duty be seen in your face. You must be
splendid yes, you must be splendid.
DA slight color tinged the cheeks of the
captive. Rest assured, mother" said
he, lit was not death that | feared. but it
was that Infamous and degrading public
execution in the presence of those
wretches that would have spied and
watched the slightest pallor of my cheeks,
the slightest tremor of my body. But
now, depend upon it, / shall be courageous
and strong shall show them how a
Batthyany dies
Presently he reflected and added, ''But,
mother, suppose the emperor should
change his decision" The countess be-
came pale Ske did not foresee such a
suggestion. She hesitated a moment,
and then said, Il shall be near the place
of execution. You know the house of the
Princess lgnatieff, which faces the prison
will be on the balcony. You can look
up and see me. l will wear long veil.
II IL Is DldCks YOU VIII reUlel1 Der J0dJ YOU
are a Hungarian and Christian, and if
it is white, it will be the proof. my son,
that the emperor has not changed his de-
cision that you are pardoned and that
you will live" Herethe term Of her visit
elapsed, The jailer came to escort her to
the door. She kissed her son and muir
INJURED, Till tomorrow"
The next day, October 10, at Z O'Clock
in the morning, was the time fixed for the
execution. The prisoners were aroused
and brought into the courtyard. Two by
two they We're bound and brought to the
place of execution. There was double
spectacle on that day, shooting and hang
ing; but those who had obtained the
honor of falling under the guns of the
soldiers were obliged at first TO see their
die on the gallows.
Batthyany was among those who were
kept for the last. Pale and feeble through
the loss of blood, dressed in black, wear
ing a blue cap with silver binding, he
stood with his back against the wall wait
ing for the door of his prison to open. At
last the door was opened. Knowing that
he could learn his destiny from that bal
cony In front of him, he slowly raised his
eyes. The veil was white.
Then, believing himself saved, he ad-
vanced with a defiant air and flashing
eyes. The crowd at distance. which be-
fore that remained silent and still, could
not restrain a shout of admiration on Sec
ing the Industrious wounded man standing
SO boldly and so erect
The execution commenced. Macy
Sander was the first to mount the scat
ford The brave republican uassed the