Year: 1860




struggles grew fainter, until they wholly
ceased. He was dead be had killed him
and kept his oath.


"He was traversing the scorehing sands
of mighty desert, barefooted and alone.
The sand choked and blinded him; its fine
thin grains entered into the very pores OF
his skin and stung him almost to madness.
Gigantic masses of the same material, car
ried forward by the wind, and shone
through by the burning sun, stalked in
distance like pillars of living fire. The
bones of men, who had perished in the
dreary waste, lay scattered at bis feet; a
fearful light fell on everything around and
SO far as the eye could reach, nothing but
objects of dread and horror presented them
selves. Vainly striving to utter cry OF
terror with his tongue cleaving to his
mouth, he rushed madly forward. Armed
With supernatural strength be waded
through the sand, until exhausted with ia
tigue and thirst, be fell senseless on the
earth. What fragrant GOODNESS revived
him +! what gushing sound was that? Wa
ter! 1t was indeed a well; and the clear
fresh stream running at bis feet. He drank
deeply of it and throwing his aching limbs
upon the bank, sunk into delicious trance.
The sound of approaching footsteps rous
ed him An old gray headed man totter-
ed forward to slack his burning thirst. 1t
was he again. He wound bis arms round
the old mans body, and held him back.
He struggled in powerful convulsions and
shrieked for water-for but one drop to
save his life, but he held the old man firm.
ly, and watched his agouies with greedy
eyes and when his lifeless head fell for
ward on his bosom, he rolled the corpse
from him with his foot.


"When the fever left him, and conscious
ness returned, he awoke to find himself
rich and free, to hear the parent who would
have let him die in jail-a0ould! who had
let those who were far dearer to him than
his own existence, die of want and the sick
ness of heart that medicine can never cure
had been found dead in his bed of down.
He had all the heart to leave his son a
beggar, but proud even of his health and
strength he had put off the act until too
late, and now he might gnash his teeth in
the other world, at the thought of the
wealth his remissness bad left him. He
awoke to this, and he awoke only to recol-
lect the purpose for which he lived, and to
remember that his enemy was his wife's
own father-the man who had cast him
into prison, and who, when his daughter
aud her child had sued at his feet for mer-
cy, had spurned them from bis door. Oh,
how be cursed the weakness that prevent
ed him from being up, and active, in his
scheme of vengeance.


HE caused himself to be carried from
the scene of his loss and misery, and con-
veyed to quiet residence on the sea coast
NOT in the hope of recovering his peace
of mind or happiness, for both were fled
forever; but to restore his PROSTATE ener-
gies, and mediate on his darling. And
here some evil spirit, cast in his way the
opportunity for bis first, most horrible re-
| venge.


"It was summer time; and wrapped in
his gloomy thoughts, he would issue from
his solitary lodgings early in the evening,
and wandering alonga narrow path beneath
the cliffs to a wild and lonely spot that
struck his fancy in rambling, seat himself
on some fallen fragments of the rock, and
covering his face, remain there for hours
sometimes till night had completely closed
iu, and the long shadows Of the frowning
cliffs above his head, cast thick black
darkness on every object near him.
"He was seated here, one calm evening,
in his old position, now and then raising
his head to watch the flight of large
seagull, or carry his eye along the glorious
crimson path which, commencing in the
middle of the ocean, seemed to lead its
very verge where the sun was setting, when
the profound silenc Of the spot was broken
by loud cry for help; he listened, doubted
of his having heard Alright, when the cry
was repeated with even greater vehemence
than before, and, starting to bis feet be
fastened in the direction from whence it
proceeded.


"The tale told itself at once; some scat
tered garments lay on the beach; human
head was just visible above the waves at a
little distance from the shore, and an old
man wringing his hands in agony, was
running to and fro, shrieking for assistance.
The invalid, whose strength was now suff
ciently restored, threw off his coat and
rushed toward the sea, with the intention
Of plungiug in and dragging the drowning
man ashore.


"'Hasten here, Sir, in Gods name help
Sir, for the love of Heaven. He is my
son, Sir, my only son." said the old man
frantically, as he advanced to meet him.
my only son, Sir, and be is dying before
his fathers eyes,"


"At the first word the old man uttered,
the stranger checked himselfin his career,
and folding his arms, stood perfectly mo-
tionless.


"'Great Godp exclaimed the old man,
recoiliong-'Heyling!


"The stranger smiled and was silent.


"'Heyling? said the old man, wildly
my boy. Heyling, my dear boy, look, look,
and gasping for breath, the miserable faith
er pointed to the spot where be was strug-
Cling for life.


"'Harkp said the old man-'He cries
once more. He is alive yet. Heyling,
save him, save him.


"The stranger smiled again, and remain
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