HAPPY CONCLUSION.
The skies were yet blushing with departing day, and the evening
shadows were quietly advancing over mountain top and sheltered
valley, the dew was already touching the evening atmosphere with its
fragrant mist, "Leaving on craggy hills and running streams, A
softness like the atmosphere of dreams," when those who had so
providentially been saved from the wreck, wended their way to the
door of Komel's home. Scarcely could the poor girl restrain her
impatience, scarcely wait for a moment to have the glad tidings
broken to those within, before she should throw herself into her
parents' arms. O, the joy that burst like sunshine upon those sad,
half broken hearts, while tears of happiness coursed like mountain
rivulets down their furrowed cheeks. Their dear, dear child was with
them once more. Komel was safe, and they were again happy.
"But who are these, my child?" asked the father of Komel, pointing
to Selim and Zillah.
"To him am I indebted, jointly with Aphiz, for my deliverance from
bondage," she answered, taking Selim's hand and leading him to her
father. "And this," she continued, putting an arm about Zillah, "is
a dear sister whom I have learned to love for her kindness and sweet
disposition. Both come to make our mountain side their future home."
Nor was the poor half-witted boy forgotten, but he received a share
of the kindly welcome, and seemed in his peculiar way to understand
and appreciate it, keeping continually by Komel's side.
An hour around the social board seemed to acquaint them all with the
history of the past twelvemonth, and to reveal more than we might
specify in many pages. The cottage was full of grateful hearts and
happy souls that night; and Aphiz learned that since Krometz had
fallen in that fatal encounter, the deed of the abduction had been
fully proved upon him, and that so earnest were the feelings of the
mountaineers in relation to the justice of Aphiz's conduct in that
matter that he need fear no trouble concerning it. Thus assured, he
too joined the home circle of his parents.
Captain Selim, with his bride, made Komel's house their home, but
the young officer could not close his eyes to sleep. He rose with
fevered brow and paced the lawn before the cottage until morning.
Strange struggles seemed to be going on in his brain like a waking
dream; he was striving to recall something in the dark vista of the
past.
"You seem trouble this morning," said Komel's father, observing his
mood. "Are you not well?"
"No, not exactly well," replied Selim; "indeed a strange dream seems
to come over me while I look about me here--this mountain air, these
surrounding hills, the distant view of the sea, have I ever seen
these things before, or is it some troubled action of the brain that
oppresses me with undefined recollections?"
"Come in and partake of our morning meal; that will refresh you,"
said the mountaineer.
"Thanks; yes, I will join you at once," he replied, but turned away
thoughtfully.
With the earliest morning, Aphiz was again at the cottage and by
Komel's side. O, how beautiful did she look to him now, once more
attired in her simple dress of a mountaineer's daughter. No tongue
could describe the fondness of his heart, or the dear truthfulness
of her own expressive face when they met thus again. Their hearts
were too full, far too full for words, and they wandered away
together to old familiar scenes and spots in silence, save that
their sympathetic souls were all the while communing with each
other. At last they came to a spot from whence the lovely valley
opened just below them, when suddenly Aphiz pointed to a projecting
and dead limb of a tree far beneath them, and asked Komel if she
remembered the scene of the hawk and dove.
"Alas! dear Aphiz, but too well. It was indeed an unheeded warning."
"But the dove is once more restored now, dearest, and we must look
only for happy omens."
"I have seen so much of sadness, Aphiz," she answered, "that I shall
only the more dearly prize the quiet peacefulness of our native
hills."
"Thus too is it with me. A few months of excitement, toil, danger
and unhappiness abroad, has endeared each spot that we have loved in
our childhood still more strongly to me."
"Then shall good come out of evil, dear Aphiz, inasmuch as we shall
now live content."
"Have you seen Captain Selim this morning, Komel?" he asked.
"Yes, and I fear he is ill, some heavy weight seems to be upon his
heart."
"Let us seek him then, for we owe all to his manliness and courage."
As the twilight hour once crept over hill and valley, the evening
meal was spread on the open lawn before the cottage, and when this
was over, all sat there and told of the events that had passed, and
each other's experiences, for the few past months, during which time
Komel had remained a prisoner at the Sultan's palace. Of Selim, they
knew only so much of his history as was connected with themselves,
and he was asked to relate his story.
"Mine has been a life of little interest," he said, "save to myself
alone. Of my birth and parentage I know nothing, and my earliest
recollections carry me back to the period when I was a boy on board
a Trebizond merchantman, at a time when I was just recovering from
what is called the Asia fever, a malady that often attacks those who
come from the north of the Black Sea to the Asia coast to live. This
fever leaves the invalid deranged for weeks, and when he recovers
from it, he is like an infant and obliged from that hour to
cultivate his brain as from earliest childhood, and he can recall
nothing of the past. Thus I lost the years of my life up to the age
of eight or nine.
"I served in that ship until I was its first officer, and by good
luck, having been once employed in one of the Sultan's ships as a
pilot during a fierce gale, through which I was enabled, by my good
luck, to carry the ship safely. I was appointed at once a lieutenant
in the service, with good pay, and the means of improvement. The
latter my taste led me to take advantage of, and in a short time I
found myself in the command, where I was able to serve you."
"But you had no means whereby to learn of your birth and early
childhood?" asked Komel's mother.
"None; I have thought much of the subject, but what effort to make
in order to discover the truth as it regards this matter, I know
not."
"Had you nothing about your person that could indicate your origin?"
"Nothing."
"Nor could the people with whom you sailed account for these
things?" asked Aphiz.
"They said that I was taken off from a wreck on the Asia shore, the
only survivor of a crew."
"How very strange," repeated all.
"You found nothing then upon you to mark the fact?" asked Komel's
mother once more, sadly.
"Nothing--stay--there was an oaken cross upon my neck. I had nearly
forgotten that; I wear it still, and for years I have thought it a
sacred amulet, but it can reveal nothing."
"The cross, the cross?" they cried in one voice, "let us see it."
As he unbuttoned the collar of his coat and drew forth the emblem,
Komel's mother, who had drawn close to his side, uttered a wild cry
of delight as she fell into her husband's arms, saying:
"It is our lost boy!"
Words would but faintly express the scene and feelings that followed
this announcement, and we leave the reader's own appreciations to
fill up the picture to which we have referred.
Yes, Captain Selim, the gallant officer who had saved Aphiz's life,
and liberated Komel from the Sultan's harem, was her own dear
brother, but who had been counted as dead years and years gone by.
Could a happier consummation have been devised? and Zillah, who
loved Selim so tenderly before, now found fresh cause for joy,
delight and tenderness in the new page in her husband's history.
Selim, too, now understood the secret influence that had led him to
bid so high for the lone slave he had met in the bazaar, the reason
why he had, by some undefined intuitive sense, been so drawn towards
her in his feelings, for the dumb and beautiful girl was his unknown
sister!
And again when he heard her name mentioned, for the first time, by
the Armenian physician, it will be remembered how the name rung in
his ears, awaking some long forgotten feelings, yet so indistinctly
that he could not express or fairly analyze them. The same
sensations have more than once come over him since that hour while
they were suffering together the hardships of the week, and the
fearful scenes that followed the gale they had encountered after the
chase.
Aphiz and Komel loved each other now, as they never could have done,
but for the strange vicissitudes which they had shared together.
They had grown to be necessary to each other's being, and even when
absent from each other for a few hours, in soul they were still
together. And hand in hand, side by side, they still wandered about
the wild mountain scenery of their native hills. They had no
thoughts but of love, no desires that were not in unison, no
throbbing of their breasts that did not echo a kindred token in each
other's hearts. Life, kindred, the whole world were seen by them
through the soft ideal hues of ever present affection.
And when, at last, with full consent from her parents, Aphiz led
Komel a blushing bride to the altar, and Selim and Zillah supported
them on either side, how happy were they all!
Years pass on in the hills of Circassia as in all the rest of the
world beside. Sunshine and shadow glance athwart its crowning peaks,
the waves of the Black Sea lave its shores, its daughters still
dream of a home among the Turks, and the secret cargoes are yet run
from Anapa up the Golden Horn. The slave bazaar of the Ottoman
capital still presents its bevy of fair creatures from the north,
and the Sultan's agents are ever on the alert for the most beautiful
to fill the monarch's harem. The Brother of the Sun chooses his
favorites from out a score of lovely Georgians and Circassians, but
he does not forget her who had so entranced his heart, so enslaved
his affections, and then so mysteriously escaped from his gilded
cage.
But as time passes on the scene changes--rosy-cheeked children cling
about Aphiz's knees, and a dear, black-eyed representative of her
mother clasps her tiny arms about his neck. And so, too, are Selim
and Zillah blessed, and their children play and laugh together,
causing an ever constant flow of delight to the parents' hearts.
There ever watches over them one sober, quiet eye--one whom the
children love dearly, for he joins them in all their games and
sports, and astonishes and delights them by his wonderful feats of
agility. It is the half-witted creature, who had followed and loved
Komel so well. As years have passed over him, the sun-light of
reason gradually crept into his brain, and the poor boy saw a new
world before him. His only care, his only thought, his constant
delight seeming to be these lovely children.
The events of the past are often recurred to by Komel and her
husband, around the quiet hearthstone that forms the united home of
Selim, Zillah, and themselves, and the sun sets in the west,
shedding its parting rays over no happier circle than theirs. Nor
does Komel now regret that she was once the Sultan's slave.
As now he lays down his pen, let the author hope that he has won the
kind consideration and remembrance of those who have read his story
of THE CIRCASSIAN SLAVE.
THE END.
[FROM GLEASON'S PICTORIAL DRAWING ROOM COMPANION.]
A SCRAP OF ROMAN HISTORY.
BY AN UNKNOWN POET.
In the olden days of Roman
Grandeur, glory, wealth, and pride;
Once there came a might legion
From a vast and far-off region
And this Roman power defied.
Naught could stay their devastations
In the lands through which they came;
All the weeping supplications
Of the terror-stricken nations
Could not quench these Vandals' flame.
Ah! most cruel were the invaders,
Cruel their chastizing rods!
For their hearts were stone-like hardened,
These remorseless and unpardoned
Foes of men and all the gods.
And at last they came with boastings
To the gods' and learning's home;
Came with boasting, loud and merry,
Came, at last, unto the very
Walls of proud, imperial Rome.
Ah! why did they not, in mercy,
Spare the "Mistress of the World!"
Or, why did they not, when power
Sat on Roman wall and tower,
Come, and bid their darts be hurled.
For the Romans' strength was broken.
Gone, like light from darkness, now;
Now, when most that strength was need,
Strength was not;--there
Weakness worse than Venla's vow.
Bearing all the outward semblance
Of a firm and mighty hold,
Rome was inwardly as feeble
As a cemeteried people
Changed into corruption's mould.
Ease, corruption, strife, dissension,
Gaiety, licentious mirth,
Luxury;--O, bane of mortals!
All had sapped the very portals
Of this mightiest queen of earth.
Therefore, when these hordes of robbers
Swarmed around the Roman's way,
Scarcely shadow of resistance
Met them near, or in the distance,
And they found an easy prey.
Vandals, Alans, Allemanni,
Longobardi, Avars, Moors,
Goths, Suevi, Huns, Bulgarians,
Overwhelming, rude barbarians
Conquered Rome with deafening roars.
Desecrated, fired and plundered,
Worse than vessel tempest-tost.
Rome was by her dissipations
Blotted from the list of nations;
Rome was lost!--forever lost!