The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1904-01-13

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''rhen we must try again.
No, no; O God, no more!'
"But you must answer"
81 don't know"
'"Fhen you must have forgotten
and such treacherous memories need
starting up
AS Vladimir thus spoke he waved
his hand again.
30 God, have mercy! Oh-o-o!
Save me! Save me!p'
''Save yourself
The wretch was in torment now
without ceasing. Nearly the whole
of his weight bore upon his wrists
i and thumbs, and the latter were
drawn over almost to the w1ist. But
he would not answer. He had a
deeper fear than this. He feared to
break the horrid oaths by which he
was bound to the scheming priest.
One more pull upon the chain,
and the mans feet were clear Of the
floor. His whole weight now bore
upon his thumbs, and he groaned in
the agony of torture. He bore it a
few moments, but his coward soul
| could bear no more.
go God! Down, down! Let ne
DOWN.
"But answer. Where is Ruric Ne
vel?"
1-I-don't"-
"Hold, thou false hearted vii
lain !" shouted Vladimir in voice
of thunder. 'This is the last Of this
torture, but when We take you from
here we can put you into a state
compared with which the pain you
now experience is real JOY. Each
particular limb shall be wrenched
all out of shape, and your very eyes
shall start out like
'Down, down! o great God,
DOWN.
"Where is .Ruric Nevel?"
tI'll tell you! I'll tell you if you
spare mel"
'tTeil me frst!"
There was moment more of hes
itation, one single moment, and
then the miserable wretch gave up.
'tHe's in the bathhouse."
cha! Where?"
E'In the old bathhouse near the
river on the Tula pass in one Of the
vaults!"
s'Very we'll. Let him down.
The chain was Stacked up, and
Frederic Viska was once more upon
his feet. He trembled yet, for there
was pain in his arms.
EFNow carry him out" ordered
Vladimir, ''and bring the other one
in"
In few moments more Lesko
Totma was before the strange tri-
bunal. He trembled fearfully, for
he had been where he could hear his
companions groans without hearing
what he said.
<Lesko Totma,'' D spoke the monk
in low, deep tone, eve have given
you time for thought, and mayhap
you have your memory frightened
by this time. Now, where is Ruric
Newell"
81 don't know
"Ah, you still forget, eh?"
'1 never knew"
GA most strange forgetfulness, I
must confess. Let the Interpreters
be ad;1isted!''
"Oh, mercy! Don't murder mel"
But no notice was taken Of his
cries. The straps and conical cups
were adjusted and the chain drawn
tight. At the first turn of the self
acting screw the fellow shrieked. 1t
was lot so much with the present
pain as with the fear of what was to
come. The very presage of the
place, so dark and dismal, had more
effect upon his mind than it had up
on his companion.
At a second pull of the chain he
groaned and begged for mercy. He
had heard of this dark place, and he
fancied that men who came there
seldom went away alive.
clark ye, base wretch" the monk
said, eff you do not tell me where
the young gunmaker is III have you
torn limb from limb: Another pull,
there!'
AS the wrench came again the vii
lain fairly shouted with pain.
ooh. let me go! Let me go! I'll
tell all! !''
Then tell. You leave not this
place alive until you have told"
'sHe is-O God! He is-in the
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