You, in your avarice, changed the
tenor of that instrument, made the amount more than double that
which I had injudiciously become indebted to you, and transcribed it
in the instrument, in legal phraseology, which you made a
death-warrant to my nearest and dearest relatives. Read it,
miscreant! read it! Read on it sixty-two thousand dollars, the cause
of your anxiety to hurry me out of the city into a foreign land. I
returned to seek a sister, to relieve my uncle, to live an
honourable man on that home so dear in my boyhood, so bright of that
which was pleasant in the past, to make glad the hearts of my aged
parents, and to receive the sweet forgiveness of those who honoured
me when fortune smiled; but you have left me none of these
boons-nay, you would have me again wander an outcast upon the
world!" And now, as the miscreant fell tremblingly on his knees, and
beseeching that mercy which he had denied so many, Lorenzo's frenzy
surmounted all his resolution. With agitated hand he seized his
revolver, saying, "I will go hence stained with a miscreant's
blood." Another moment, and the loud shriek of the man-seller echoed
forth, the sharp report of a pistol rung ominously through the
mansion; and quivering to the ground fell dead a wretch who had
tortured ten thousand souls, as Lorenzo disappeared and was seen no
more.
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by F. Colburn Adams
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