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= tl ¢ 7S > t AN ay AM sili Qe UNA PS WU) Mil { = in a cd | ith ff Neg | HANQNAGNANINALTALAUEAHD WAIN ANH KI ANA Mahi Vol. IX. Published Every Week. The Severed Head; The Secret of Castle Coucy. A Legend of the Great Crusade, BY CAPTAIN FRED. WHITTAKER, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ THE DUKE OF DIAMONDS,” “ THE ROCK RIDER,” ‘‘ DOUBLE DEATH,” “ THE IRISH CAPTAIN,” ETC., ETC. PROLOGUE, THE moon shone down in full splendor over the domes and towers of Jerusalem on the night of the 13th of July, 1099, and beheld the city sur- rounded by the white tents of a great army of besiegers. From the mount of Olives on the east to Calvary on the west, from Tophet on the south to the Sepulchers of the Kings on the north, the Holy Places were girdled with a wall of camps as completely as in the days of Titus, a thousand years before. On the summit of the —~ if \_ — —— Li , “ft g o& My A . , 2) pe ht) 4, a , a. “ ” s ” : ¥ d iy é ¢, Y , {. »TINCTIVELY ST. POL TURNED, AND BUNLL. iiik FACE GF THE SYRIAN, SEEMINGLY FLOATING IN THE ATR. —ao -—- + Beadle ¢: Adams, Publishers, 98 WILLIAM STREET, N. Y., January 5, 1881. Mount of Olives was uped a mass of large and commodious pavilions, above which waved idly in the night breeze the great white banner, marked with a red cross, that distinguished the head-quarters of Godfrey de Bouillon, the re- nowned leader of the Crusade, while the illus- trious Tancred’s lion banner was planted at the side of Mount Calvary. The valley of the Brook Kedron, with its steep and precipitous sides, was buried in black shadow, and yet it seemed to be the only place where anything was stirring, for sounds of wild, unearthly laughter proceeding from it at intervals showed where the foul hyenas were at work on the unburied bodies of those who had fallen in the sallies of the day before. Other- wise all was quiet, the mail-clad sentries dozin “be their posts, camp and city alike buried in si- ence. It seemed an uninviting place to enter in the darkness amid those uncanny ,and yet it was into this very valley that two men stole quietly from the Christian camp, about an hour after midnight. Both were 6 ge in long dark cloaks, on the shoulder of which was worked the white cross, and the gleam of mail we wi ue ree apr. j \ Ar "ad Af \ 4 th APSO. — ‘ * Ig PTL A ee Ten Cents a Copy. $5.00 a Year. _—_———— hood, helmet and hose showed that they were warriors of some rank, who fought on horse- back; not part of the foot rabble of the army. Down into the black valley among the old tombs and the moldering skeletons of the dead as er unburied, went the two men, and pause at last by the curious round vault with conical top, still known as ‘‘ Absalom’s Tomb,” where they looked around, as if expecting some per- n. “Fore Saint Denis,” wled one of the men, a short, stoutly-built fellow, ‘if this Turkish. dog does not keep his appointment we have no time to lose, Master Gaston. The assault is for to-morrow, and if the Sieur Guy survive that we shall never have such a chance again.” He spoke in a i? coarse tone, to which his companion replied: ” Hush, Denis, not so loud. There may be some one lurking within ear-shot, even now.” The man called Denis shru ged his shoulders, as he pointed to a group of hyenas, crunching the bones of a corpse near by, and answered: ‘‘None will venture here while those brutes are about,” ‘* Hist!” interrupted the tall man, with a ner- Aarvmatey Any py Yat 5 de. 7 ‘ r ¢ ee -_ OP 2 ae hs eee fe Rte sa! 4 7S ee ee " i =o sad! . Aden Oo eer — — _ - - pag toes ‘ ee ee de ee St KC EPS EI 7 re et et Pe ee” wd Oe Oe eet 8 gn ee eo He m (E(0) SS} (C (©)