The Ladysmith news and Ingram news. [volume] (Ladysmith, Wis.) 1905-1906, 1906-02-17
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Copyrighted 1891 by Robert Bonner's
"A Story Of
the East.
BY
SYLVANUS
COBB. JR.
Copyrighted 1891 By Robert Bonner's sons

Y, mercy, Sire-spare my child!
That is not the answer to my ques-
ton, About. I asked you what you
discovered
| 4 discovered" returned the minis
ter, in tones of deepest dread, that
her love had been turned from YOU"
"Aye-and upon whom
Upon Julian, sire"
"That is it, About cried the king,
again starting up. THAT is the thing
that enters most deeply into my soul.
And now I will tell you what the girls
punishment shall be. She shall wit
shall see his head severed from his
body-and then she shall be shut up,
| to lead a solitary life, through the rest
of her days! None of her own sex
shall attend upon her; but black
| guards shall be her sole companions.
| What say you to that?"
| The executioners were not long in
obeying the order A large mat was
| brought in and spread upon the floor,
and three stout baskets Of palm-leaf
were placed upon it. The mat and the
baskets were darkly stained, and even
| Omar, used as he was to such scenes,
shuddered when he beheld the prepa-
rations. When all was ready, Horam
! turned to his captain and ordered that
all the prisoners should be brought in.
At length they came. Julian and
Osmir and Selim came first. Then fol-
| lowed Ben Hadad and Ezabel, with
Shubal and Ortok. And lastly came
Ulin and Abba.
The robber chieftain was led up to
the block. His arms were folded upon
his broad bosom, with the heavy
chains hanging almost to his feet,
and his head was borne erect. There
was a deep pain-mark in his face, but
it was not of fear for himself.
Outlaw" spoke Horam, through
his shut teeth, and with his thin hands
| clenched, ''the hour has come in which
you are to close your career of rapine
and robbery; and these people who
have been friends to you, and who
have given you protection in your
crime, are to see your head fall. Per-
haps you would ask for mercy"
moi" said the chieftain. II ask no
mercy at the hand of Horam of Da
mascus. Let the work be finished as
| quickly as possible, and thus shall one
more be added to the list of thy bloody
deeds. [ could wish to live that
might take more vengeance on thee. :"
"And is there not one thing for
which you would live?" asked the king,
bending a searching, burning glance
upon him.
Julian started. and struggled; but
made no reply. And in a moment more
Koran turned to his chief executioner.
BEL Dara, go now to your work.
Let this mans head fall first. Your
arm is strong, and your hand is sure.
Bend him upon his knees and watch
for my signal"
There was low, wild cry breaking
upon the air; and as Julian turned his
| head, he saw Ulin, white and faint, in
the arms of her attendant.
| Before the grim executioners could
bend the robber chieftain to his knees
there was an interruption in the pro-
ceedings. The voice of Ben Hadad,
stern and authoritative, sounded above
all else:
king of Damascus, ere. you stain
your hands with that mans blood,
must reveal to you a secret which it
is fitting you should know"
"Old man" he said, ''you speak
secret. Do you think to tritle with
me?"
81 have to cause a simple story to
be unfolded to your majesty" replied
Ben Hadad; 'Fand if you will grant
this woman speech, she will give you
| light"
The king looked hard into the face
| of EZabel, and for the first time he
seemed to be struck by something IA
miliar in her features. A moment he
sat as if irresolute, and then he said,
starting up as though his mind were
fixed:
''Let the woman approach"
Ezabel came near to the throne, Ben
Hadad walking close behind her.
| woman, what is it that you have
to tell? Speak, and let not the words
lag upon your lips
81 speak by the request of Ben Ha-
dad" replied Ezabel; "and the story
! which I shall tell you is known only
to the old hermit and myself. Even
Julian himself knows not the secret I
have to impart, and were he now upon
the verge of death, no persuasion
should draw it from me. It may be
| that the disclosure will consign me to
your executioner; but care not. /
shall waste no words. | was born in
this city, and was married at an early
age. One son was born to me, and
then my husband died. Shortly after
this bereavement l was called to nurse
sick child-a girl, some three years
Old-who was suffering from an acct
dent. The child recovered under my
care, and as I had formed strong
attachment for her, and as she had
also conceived the same for me, was
retained to attend upon her. Her par
ents were of the wealthiest of Damas>
Gus, and while they made it very
| pleasant for me to remain with their
daughter, they also provided a good
place for my son, Hobaddan. My