The Albany register. (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, January 17, 1873, Image 1

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NO. 20.
The Coquetted rate,
I ilo remember It. 'I was sncli fiicp
A.llnliln would liivvc loved Indwell nnon
Rut oh ! ilio touches of Ids neneil never
Could print her perfect Ixxuity."
"Turn on the light and poke the
grate, so that the hie may bum
cheerily. There is so mneh gloom
i,i mv heart to-night. I wish at least
mv stwiv w apitear eneer.ui. i nai
will do, Thomas."
And my man shuts the door has
tily, and hurries to the servants'
hall, whore the fellow will doubt
less be liaDDV enough among his
companions, little heeding or caring
about his masters moon
I attended two funerals to-day.
A very unusual thing 'or me, as I
habitually abstain from such gath
eruiirs. save when a relative or a
very near friend claims the last sad
The lirst was a gorgeous affair,
too much so, I thought, for the cir
cumstances which called tlie con.
course together. Too much pomp,
a dearth of genuine sorrow. Too
many gilded turnouts and liveried
coach and fuotmen. Too mneh ob
sequiousness on the art of some,
too much haughtiiifss in others.
Nothing but hollownf ss and unre
ality, nothing but mockery in that
palace ol death, though it did rear
its elegant proportions on Madison
avenue, with its possessor with mill
ions at his command.
Khoda Hurt was dead at the
age of t wenty-eight years ; but it
was dirticult to realize it when gaz
ing at her ImdyJRs it lay rob 'd it its
costly trappings. She looked as if
she was scarcely sixteen.
The old smi e half haughty, half
relenting was still upon her lips.
That perfect beauty which had sent
dozens of noble fellows reeling to
destruction, lingered over the face,
as if death hesitated to mar so be
witchi g a creation. All the old
fascinations seemed to lie present.
aud were it not the lustrous eyes
were closed, ami the low tones of
her voice were stilled torevermore,
one might have thought her dream
ing. Aly next sad visit was to a short,
narrow street down town, within a
stone's throw of the bustle and tur
moil of the bushiess portion of the
city. ' I'was a mean looking edi.
floe, inhabited by needy literary
drudges, and weary, disappointed
women, who are destined to labor
uureoompensed until tlie icy linger
of death is laid uwnthe hearts who
have planned and hoped and
iJmrk Kufbrd's body lay await
i g interment. Seven friends stood
ready to follow It to tlie grave.
There was no pomp hero, .lust
enough respectability to make one
sonsible that he was mingling with
men of culture, who had to battle
hard lor the bare privilegs of liv
ing. 1 could not avoid tlie rellec
tioii whether life was worth the
fearful reckoning. When they threw stead, with a blue, eartrfen jug be
her into the. vortex of pride and side it. Adda short bench, and
you nave uie entire ranutnre ot tue
UI am about to make a request of
you, ' he Iwgan, exhibiting some
confusion, "and need scarcely say to
you that I would like you to con
sider it confidential."
I bowed again, and he proceed,
ed :
"Tlie party to whom you belong
contains a lady that awakens a sin.
fashion she was pure and good
When she died there was arceiy a
man who would have cared to call
her wife.'
Her lite was a giddy whirl. Van
ity and heartlesstiess she early
k new. Day and night she was per.
nutted to dash forward into rash
ionable follies, while no warning
finger was raised to arrest her mad
She could have married a score gular interest m my raind."
ot times. Men with titles, men with
the fame of generations clinging to
their names, wished to wed her.
Statesmen and warriors hail done
homage at her feet, and a crowned
king had pronounced her beauty
unsurpassed, deigning at a court re-
cention to make her an omect ot
i 9
special attention.
And 'lark I Word, what of htm
Generous, wealthy and full of hope,
he seora2d to promise a worthy tu.
ture. His family were good bet
ter than John Hurt's, if pedigree is
worth anything. Bnfurd wan sing
ularly free from all vices when he
He might have said "heart," but
that would not have wen proper,
considering the garb he wore.
" VV on Id you do me Uie favor to
write her address distinctly ?"
Here he produced a card, on
which I inscribed Khoda Hurt's ad-
dress. Hegazed at it intently, and
then added
"Mademoiselle is very like one I
have frequently seeu iu my dreams."
I smiled, as 1 replied :
"I perceive a monk's habit can
not bar his heart jlgainst. beauty."
He colored to the very ears.
"You miake me,"-he answered;
As i looked upon the wan raee of
the dead man my thoughts leaed
lackwar! a dozen years to the lime
when t lark Hutord was wealthy
and courted. In those days he fol
lowed Khoda Hurt half over Jin
rope, at times reveiiug in bliss, at
others plunged in sorrow, accord
ing to the moods in which he found
the girl he adored.
met Khoda Hurt, hut when he part- " 'tis not mademoiselle's loveliness
ed from her well, let the curtain that awakens my. interest it is
fall there. simply her resemblance to a face
It was one of those joyous days that for ten years his haunted my
when one feels as if he had taken a dreams. I never saw1 the original
new lease of life, that the Hurts, autil yesterday." '
Hutord and myself started from Poor Brother Adolphe ! Better
Piedmont to ascend the Pennine far had he dreamed on than met his
Alps, intending to visit St. Her- vision in earthly griisc.
nard. The road to this spot has The next day we lelt the hospice
been so often described that it has and I have a distinct recollection of
become threadbare, and I there- getting a glimpse of a purp'e dress
f re spare tlie reader. glide pasta door of the corridor as
Heboid us then, at the hospice in I happened topassby,
the mouth of June. The weather Two weeks more, and we were
was pleasant, when one considers enjoying ourselves ia Turin. Clark
that we, were more than eight Hutord had learned his fate. He
thousand feet above the sea level. ' bore up better than f expected he
It was the day following our arrival would, but withal, be. was suffering
that, in company with Khoda hurt great mental anxiety. He came to
and Kufbrd, we were looking about me and unberthened his heart. It
the bui'ding when we met a young distressed me to see his anguish,
monk of the Saint Augustine order, By this time I knew the woman
who had lately arrived there to re
place one of his brethren premature
ly worn out in his work ot human
ity. He was scarcely more than
nineteen years old, and was remark-
who had givet. him so much misery.
When I undertook to reason with
him and try and persuade him that
Khoda Hurt was a heartless flirt, he
wou'd not listen to me.
"Not a word against her," here-
plied ; "it may be as you suspect,
but to me she must ever be sacred.
I cannot liear to hear iter associated
with anything that is not good and
Slowly and wearily she raised lier A little later and Clark Buford
eves until they met tlie young monk's went to his own country. After
when, as quick as lightning, one ot his departure 1 would have follow-
those electric dashes she knew so ed htm, but John Burt made me
ably handsome. When I glanced
at Khoda Hurt's face I read the
thoughts that were passing through
her heart as it they had been con
tained in a printed page before my
the door steps. I stood still to ob
serve what occurred, when the man
caught sight of me. He remained
irresolute for a moment and then
accosted me :
"Surely I am not mistaken ! " he
exclaimed, holding out his hand.
"Is it possible that I see Brother
? Ah, bah!" he cried, "Adolphe
Vitry ; that is all; never mind the
brother. I suppose you saw that
villain remove me from the door?
Well, I shall have revenge, but not
on him. You see a rained man be
fore you, monsieur."
"Come with me," I said ; "I
would fain speak with you,'' and I
took him to my house. When we
were seated I brought out a bottle
of wine, and watted until he tiad
half emptied it, when I said, "Why
did you leave the hospice? And
why did you not speak to me when
I met yon in Turin ?"
"Monsieur," he replied, "I am
the most unhappy man on earth,
and ought to lie accursed, for l vio
lated my vows and ran away from
a self-imposed duty to follow that
which I should not have dared eveu
meditate. Do you know she laugh
ed at me when I p'eaded my vows;
for I did plead, as Heaven is my
judge, I did. Well, I suppose she
found me willing to listen to her
words, and fool enough to worship
Iter beauty. It will not, therefore,
be wonderful to you if I state, in
answer to your interrogatories, that
I left the hospice because 1 was
wicked and a fool, and I did not
address yon when we met at Turin
because I was then a disgraced man,
and secresy was very necessary in all
my movements. "Let me see," he
continued, reflecting. "Mademoisejle
has admitted me several times to
The Wklnrfaff-
VICTS. Almost the first word's I heard
as I entered the prison yard were:
" I hope the Sheriff ' will out that
Joe Smith like the- , for a worse '
nigger don't live in the State."
" He did it decently last Satur
day," rejoined a. defunct specimen
of humanity.
" No, be didn't," replied a party
next to him, " lie only raised the
dust on their backs."
"What's tlie use in having a
well how to discharge, half volup
tuous, halt pitying, caused him to
1 could discern the shudder that
passed over his frame, as his cheek
grew a shade paler, ami his eyes fell
the stone floor, as be passed on
his way.
Khoda Hurt smiled as she caught
my eye, but she knew 1 had her se
lAter in the day, wheu the sun
,s setting, I was standing in the
room usually devoted tu postillioiis,
watching I'rai cois, our driver, re
pair a Krtiou of his harness, when I
lelt a finger iaid on my shoulder,
and, on turning about confronted
Hrother Adojphe.
"1 would speak a wont with
you," ho said, "it you would excuse
I had Hen roaming the plains of i - 32 T-
after him
1 you liave any objection
of retiring to my apartment ?" he
asked : "lwill scarcely detain you a
J moment."
'Certainly not," I replied.
" fheij to low me," he rejoined,
j A few steps, and I was ushered
I into the monk's room. It was a
very contracted affair, with walls
i ofstonc, ami the light that strug-
sympatliiwng w.snan, for lr heart j sled through tlie small window.
was jwfc vicious auer an. l think barely enabled one to road when
her parents will some day hare a 1 seated beneath it. A i .arrow bed-
Lorubardy when chance threw John . ' T
Kurt, wife aud daughter, and C ark j "'"y
jiuiuio iii my way.
Kurt v. as a New York man, well
known to the Wall street fraterni
ty. He was immensely wealthy aud
very popular, for he lavished his
m uiey with freedom that bordered
upou rashness. Jf
Khoda was his only chi d. She
might have made a loving and
her father's house. Oil the last oc
casion she bid medepart me, me,"
he cried, "who have dishonored
myself for Iter sake. Yes, she ab
solutely ordered her menials to put
me from Uie house. Ah ! we shall
have revenge "
"I am very much pained to see
aud hear all this," I answered, lie
shrugged his shoulders
"Vou will not be offeuded," 1
continued, "it 1 inquire whether yon
have need of anything? Where arc
you stopping? Are yon well sup
plied with funds ,'"
Adolphe Vitry laughed. "Monks
do not accumulate much money,"
he replied. "I scarcely know what
it is to handle money."
1 put my hand iu my pocket ami
drew out a roll of notes, which I
thrust into his hand.
" Thanks, monsieur," he replied ;
"perhaps I may repay you sonie
A few days after I got a note from
Monsieur Vitry, informing me that
he was going to leave the country.
Twelve years had passed away
and Clark Hutord was breathing
his last, whei a man was observed
hovering near the carriage that
stood iu front of John Kurt's resi
dence. By and by the daughter of
the millionaire came tripping down
tlie steps. The footman bowed as
lie oiened the carriage door. Just
as she was in the act of stepping
into tlie barouche there came tlie
sharp, whip-like report of a pistol,
and Khoda Hurt fell forward on her
face with a bullet iu her heart.
Fleet as a deer hounded away
Adolphe Vitry. He did not care
to escape, but he desired to gain a
shelter ere he concluded the act he
The populace screamed as they
took him nearly a dozen years , dashed after the murderer, but be
(thanks to a powerful constitution) J at length gained a pub'ic house,
to kill himself, but he accomplished i Leaping through the doorway he
it, ueiemu'icm. sea ten nunseii ni a lame, aim ueiore
It was a couple of years oiler our j his hand could be arrested, lie had
return tKn Europe, when I was j applied a pistol to his temple aud
one evening peiig bj the redcuee shot himself through the brains. His
of John Hint, that . I observed a ' .death mo nave bw instantaneous,
servant forcibly ejecting a maufrora for lie never moved after he felL
promise to continue the. tour with
them, stating that it would lie but
a tew weeks lo:iger. I have often
wished that I had declined.
We were ready to leave Turin,
when I one day passed a man upon
the street whose face I had seen lie
fore. I puzzled myself trying to
call it to my mind, but it was not
until I went to bod, and between
my waking and sleeping moments
the fact that I had seen Hrother
Adolphe liaslied on my mind. He
must have deserted his post. JTie
thought brought lwiitfui reflections,
for it such were the case, he would
probably bo arrested and punished.
Of imrse be had but one motive,
and that was not difficult to com
prehend. I kept my eyes on Khoda
Hurt, and saw her steal out alone
in a very suspicious manner ; but I
never spied her waystond he quick
ly returned to the lictel.
In the meantime Clark Buord
had sailed for New York. Once
lauded there, tlie wor fellow took
the downwaid course very fast. It" said a cold, stern
man, who looked for all the world
like a country 'squire ; " what's the
use of a whipping-poet if you don't
make 'em feel it r
At this point tlie Sheriff came
out of the jail, followed by the
keeper, who was leading
Who had a coat thrown loosely
over his shoulders. The crowct
made a gap, and the prisoner was
taken to the posd .-fBid his hands
fastened iu a pair of iron cuffs
above his head The spectators
laughed and brutally commented
upon tlie unfortunate wretch. The
coat Was taken off, and he stood
shivering and trembling in the in
tense cold, and directly in tlie path
of the wind current from the gate.
The Sheriff grasped the whip in
his right hand, the keeper stood off
to the left and folded his amis: the
lash was raised and brought down
with considerable force across the
shoulders of the victim, while the
keeper tallied tlie stroke ui s heavy,
sonorous voice.
And a sharp cry of pain escaped
from his lips. The lash had left its
mark in several white welts, which
quickly tilled with blood. Tlie
spectators pushed to obtain a posi
tion so as to see the naked back,
while the blows fell with irregular
time upon the poor wretche s flesh.
The paiu seemed to be glowing in.
tense, for the man flinched and bent
iiis body in and out as if ach
thong as it fell upon him cut like a
knife. 1 he twentieth stroke, which
was the last, was reached; the
keeper cried out " All up,'' and the
wretch was unloosed ; he picked
up his coat and threw it upon his
back aud walked off into the jail
to snd a year iu a coll, while the
crowd sent behind him a brutal
laugh, aud complimented the Sheriff
upon the decent way in which ho,
had done it.
In a few minutes the keeper
brought out the second and last
candidate for the lash. His nanu
was Joe Smith, a mulatto, about
39 years of age. He had been sen
tenced to 20 lashes tor having stolen
a set of harness from a Newcastle
county farmer, lie was fastened
to tlie post by the iron cuffs, the
coat was pulled from off his should
ers, aud he stood trembling in the
freezing cold. Tlie crowd pressed
closely around the post, the keeper
gave tlie word, the Sheriff raised
tlie lash aud brought it down with
tremendous force on, tlie "victim's
back, who flinched and distorted
himself iu a manner
The strokes raised large white welts
upon tlie tender flesh and as soon
as the blow was given a deep red
blood spot instantly appeared. The
victim suffered terribly and at the
fifteenth stroke groaned in an audi,
ble tone.
"Twenty," tallied tlie keeper in
his heavy voice and the horrid
work was ended. The arms were
re eased, while the back of the vic
tim grew as red as a piece of raw
meat. He coolly picked up his
coat and followed the keeper to his
cell to spend the remainder of his