The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1839-07-13

He again pressed her to his heart, and
wept upon her neck. In few moments
the jailor entered, and they were torn from
the arms of each other.
On the evening of the second day after
the interview we have mentioned, way
faring man, crossed the drawbridge at Ber-
wick, from the, north, and proceeding down
Marygate, sat down to rest upon bench
by the door of an hostelry on the south side
of the street, nearly fronting were what
was called the Mainguard' then Stood
He did not enter the inn; for it was above
his apparent condition, being that which
Oliver Cromwell had made his head-quar-
ters few years before, and where at some
earlier period, James the Sixth had taken
up his residence, when on his way to enter
on the sovreignity Of England. The trav-
eller wore a course jerkin, fastened round
his body by leathem girdle, and over a
small cloak, composed Of equally plain ma
terials. He was evidently young man;
but his beaver was drawn down, so as almost
to conceal his features. In the one hand
he carried a small bundle, and in the other
a pilgrims staff. Having called for glass
of wine, lie took crust Of bread from his
bundle, and after resting for few minutes,
rose to depart. The shades of night were
settling in, and it threatened to be a night
of storms. The heavens were gathering
black, the clouds rushing from the sea, sud-
den gusts of wind were moaning along the
streets, accompanied by heavy drops Of
rain, and the face of the Tweed was troub-
led.
" Heaven help thee, if thou intendest tc
travel far in such night as this 70 said the
senti,iI at The English g9'e, as the traveller
passed him and proceeded 10 cross the
bridge,
In few minutes he was upon the Dor
ders Of the wide, desolate, and dreary moo
of Tweedmouth, which for miles presented
a desert of whins, fern and stuned heath
with here and there dngle covered witt
thick brushwood. He slowly toied owe
the deep hill, Drawing the storm winch nov
ragged in the widest fury. The rain nov
fell in torrents, and the wind howled as
legion of famished wolves, hurting its dole
lul and angry echoes over the heath. Slil
the stranger pushed onward, until he pre-
ceeded two or three miles from Berwick
! when,as if unable longer 10 brave the storm
he sought shelter amid some crab an
brambe bushes by the wayside. Nearl
i an hour had passed since he sought this in
perfect refuge, and the darkness Of the nigf
. and the storm had increased together, whe
;. the sound of horse's feet was heard hui
riodly splashing along the road. The ride
bent his head to the blast. Suddenly HI
i horse was grasped by the bride, the ride
raised his head, and the traveller stood b.
! fore him, holding pistol to his breast.
,t Dismounntp cried the stranger, sterl
o ly.
Il The horseman, benumbed and strickene
e with fear, made an effort to reach his arm
IS but in moment the hand of the robbie
quitting the bride, grasped the breast (
n the rider, and dragged him to the grounc
10 He fell heavily on his face, and for sewers
ot minutes remained senseless. The strange
e, seized the leathern bag which containe
- the mail for the north, and finging it O
d. his shoulder, rushed across the heath.
Early on the following morning, the il
,e habitants of Berwick were seen hurryir
" in groups to the spot where the robber
ID had been committed, and were scattered
s every direction around the moor but 1
trace of the robbery could be obtained.
p Three days had passed, and Sir Jof
er Cochrane yet lived. The mail which co
tanned his death warrant had been robbie
n and before another order for his execute
r, could be given, the intercession of his
all ther, the earl of Dundonald, with the king