Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1896-08-29
FROsTBURG Md, SATURDAY, AUGUST 90 1896.

for him one long festival. Men often
walk over the spot which afterward
opens to bury them.
Little by little the habit of self in
diligence grew upon the luxurious noble.
Yet still he loved the chase bevond all
else on earth, and his dogs were Of the
f1eetest and finest breed
He was one day at table, surrounded
by the richest viands and the rarest
wines, when one of his favorite hounds
entered the hall bowling with pain and
dragging after him his wounded foot,
which dropped blood as he moved along.
Terror seized upon the hearts of the
vassals even before the rage Of their lord
burst forth. and when it came terrible
was the storm, as he vowed vengeance
against the wretch who had dared thus
to nutilate an animal that he valued.
An aged slave flung himself at his
feet. "Mcgcy, my lord, mercyn' he ex-
claimed piteously. Il have served you
faithfully for years. My beard is gray
with time, and my life has been one of
flew upon me and would have torn me
had not defended myself against his
fury. l might have destroyed him, but
sought only to preserve myself. Have
mercy upon my weaknessr'
The angry chieftain, however, needed
not the anguish of his gray hairs, and,
pointing to a low balcony which ex-
tended across the window of the apart
ment and hung over the precipice, he
commanded that the wretched old man
should be flung from thence into the
river which flowed beneath as an ex-
ample to those caitiffs who valued their
own worthless lives above those of his
noble hounds.
AS the miserable tools of an imperi-
GUS will were dragging the unhappy vic
tim to his fate he raised his voice and
cursed the tyraht whom they served,
and having done so he summoned him
to appear at the tribunal, which none
can escape, to answer for this his last
crime, Oh its first anniversary. But the
powerful chief needed not his words
"Away with him!" he said sternly as
he lifted his goblet to his lips and there
was struggle, a shrek of agony and
then splash upon the river wave, and
all was silent.
A year went by in festival and pride,
and the day OH which that monstrous
crime had been committed returned un-
needed. There was feast in the castle,
and Stibor, who month after month
gave himself up yet more to self indul-
gence, gradually became heavy with
wine, and his attendants carried him to
couch beside the same window whence
the unfortunate slave had been hurled
12 months before.
The guests drank OH for time, and
made merry at the insensibility and
helplessness of their powerful host, and
then they departed, each to his business
or pleasure, and left him there alone.
The easement had been flung back to
admit the air freely into the heated
scarcely departed. when u raven-the
somber messenger Of Ncmesis-flew
thrice round the battlements of the cas-
tie, and then alighted on the balcony.
Several of the guests amused their idle
ness by watching the evolutions Of the
i'll cmened bird. but once having lost
sight of it they turned away and thought
of it no moro.
Meanwhile awork of agony and death
had been delegated to that dark winged
messenger. 1t rested but an instant from
its flight ere once more it hovered over
the couch Of the sleeping Stibor, and
then, darting down, its sharp beak pene-
trated at Cne thrust from his eve into
his brain!
The agony awoke him, but he awoke
only to madness from it's extent. He
reeled to and fro, venting imprecations
to which none was by to listen, and
writhed until his tortured body was one
convulsion. AT length, by mighty ef-
fort, striving to accomplish he knew not
what, he hurled himself over the bal
cony, at the selfsame spot whence the
slave had been flung by his own COM
mand, and as he fell the clear waters of
the Waag for a time resisted the impure
burden and threw him back shrieking
and bowling from their depths.
But he sank at last, and when his
parasites sought him Oh the morrow
they found only the couch cn which he
had lain and q few drops Of blood to
hint that he had died death of vio-
lence and vengeance.
They searched for him carefully on
all sides, and then. when they were
quite assured that he had passed away
never to return. whispers grew of the
gray headed slave and the mysterious
raven-until by degrees the fate of the
famous Stibor was fashioned into form,
and grew into a legend throughout the
country. soaring the village maiden in
her twilight walk and the lone shepherd
i'll his watch upon the hills. Exchange
Opening an Umbrella With One Hand.
''Not infrequently, said stroller,
lyon see people with their arms full of
bundles making hard work of opening
an umbrella. There is a very simple
and easy way of opening an umbrella
with one hand, known to many, but
perhaps not to all. You grasp the little
cylinder aronnd the handle, to which
the lower ends of the ribs are attached,
plant the point of the umbrella against
lamppost, and push until the little
cylinder catches on The upper catch, and
there you are, without the least trouble
in the world. New York Sun.
Will 1t Come to This?
Somebody's Treasure (applying for
situation What, five little children
No l. II