Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1842-05-10

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And this is all that is known, good woman
asked he anxously.
Yes, and all hope her mother and Miss
'Phrosy'l ever know about her, till they repents
their treatment to her. You seem to take it to
heart, young man =
No, no. feel Indignation at tyranny in any
shape particularly when the victim is the child of
the tyrant, and, as you say, young and virtuous.
What time does the stage pass by on the road,
mornngsP
why, about five o'clock, or little caller an
swered the woman, celebrating, after thinking
moment
Il thank you for your kindness, good woman;
if you learn any thing from the young woman
Miss Biddy-I would be obliged to you to send
word to WOODBURY.
With these words, Edward fastened away, and
rapidly took the path by the creel,, towards his
fathers seat
'Woodburn 7 repeated one of the women why
that's Mr. Morris place l wonder if that can be
his son that's been in Europe2'
4 shouldn't wonder if he was, answered the
other two in the same breath.
what an interest he took in Biddy'
Didn't hep repeated the Others
4 shouldn't wonder if he was the New York
eal Miss 'Phrosy talks aboutp
Il shouldn't wonder, echoed the others; he lisa
nice young man, but to high for Biddy to look up
to in an honest way
Il have known stranger things happen, though
in my day. said one of the women.
so have l. There's no KNOWN what may
turn up, as | always says TO my old man, joshua
No, there's no knowin',' repeated the other
two; and the three went ontheir way homeward
wandering at, and specializing upon the events of
the morning
The intelligence, Edward Morris had received
gave impulse and energy to his active spirit Biddy
had flown from persecution, and he had heard her
innocence and worth borne witness to by those
who had told him of her paternal bondage and of
her flight
How fortunate I arrived from Charleston as
did How unfortunate | had not gone over ear
licr last evening" he said to himself Il would
have rescued her with my life She has fed no
one knows whittier 1t is now nine o'clock, and
the stage has gone by four hours Ifshe took it.
she is in the city by this time A stranger there,
and so young and helpless. l pray that silly fell
low Barton may not see her and recognize her
A h, may he not have had something to do with
her flight. But no, that cannot be- She has es-
capped because she was imprisoned by her mother
and without motive or end. | heard something
said about getting some situation in town. Per-
haps her necessity may compel her to accept of
degrading service-perhaps too-but l will not
talk--I will act She must be found if she is liv-
ing'
He was Fastening along the path by the deep
still water, when he spoke this, and he shuddered
with the idea as he looked upon the dark flood,
that she might possibly have thrown herself into
it. But he could not harbor the thought of such
fearful, voluntary end to youth like hers, and
banshing it from his mind, he FASTENED onward
until he reached his house. John was at the sta
led to him, and babe him put them at once to the
buggy, and prepare to drive him &c town He
entered the house to explain to his father the ne
cessity there was of his suddenly returning TO N.
York, and that he might not be back that night
In few minutes the horses were at the door, and
John in his place, with the lines in his hands
Morris sprung in, and they set off at pace that
carried him soon out of hearing of the old gentle
mans reiterated admonition not to drive too fast
Once on the highway Edward let the horses
move at a rapid travelling trot, and in half an
hour reached the village of Fordham. Drawing
up suddenly at the little inn, he inquired without
alighting, what time the Chester stage had passed
along.
About half pasth sax, yer honor said the ost-
ler spunging the horses noses with spunge dip
ped in cool pump water
Were there many passcngersP
-Four, yer honor
WAS one of them young persona
yes yer HONOR said Pat, washing nostril,
ryoung gossoon of lad, wild his hat DER his
+ eyes, and he asleep at dat
No, no, young woman
'Och now, and it's thrue for you, there was a
young woman inside, and an ould man.
'Conlound the old man.
'Ay, and the divil take him. too, if your honor
says the word said Pat, with hearty will
What kind ola looking person was the young
woman p asked Morris, impatlently.
Och, wasn't she the darlint She axed me
with the swatest musical voice in the world, if |
wouldn't be so obleeging as to be after gvin her n
glass O wather. An whin | axed her if she
wouldn't prefar the drap o whskey in preference
she smiled out of her two diamond black eyes, and
spake from out her red lips to me, as if I'd been
gintleman, and she the Duane O Ireland, No
thank you, SIR and so, yer honor, gave her the
wather, though | didn't like to give the naked
waher to SIGH nice jewel of lady at all, at all
It's the illigant bastes yer honors honor drives
Edward dcsparing of getting more accurate in
formation from the ostler, threw him halfa dollar
and dashed forward at full speed. Though mo-
wholly convinced from Pats relation, that he was