Juliet signal. [volume] (Juliet [i.e. Joliet], Ill.) 1844-1???, 1847-06-22
EDITH WARREN.
A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.

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bark the name is now changed oCroton,)
Point on beautiful little knoll, stood in
the time of the revolution, a neat & pretty
(for those days it was very pretty Ameri.
can farmhouse, which was inhabited by
an old native whom we shall call Adam
Warren, his 'better moiety, and two love-
ly daughters. just budding into womanhood.
From the piazza of the house the view of
the surrounding country was beautiful
The majestic Hudson, short distance
from the doorway, the Highlands and the
tall trees with their rich foliage made
scene almost enchanting. The quiet and
peace of the good old farmers were not
disturbed in those days, by the noise of
steamboats, and other river crafts; holy
calm pervaded all around, and nature
seemed fairly intoxicated with her own
loveliness.
Close by the kitchen door OF the farm
house, was a we'll, which was said to be
over hundred feet deep, at the bottom of
which old gossips shrewdly limited slots of
gold" was buried to prevent its getting
into the hands of the British and Hessians.
Adam Warren's house was two stories
high, very large and commodious, with
plenty of room for his family, and more to
spare for company" In those days
painters and carpenters were not so plen-
ty as they are now, you probably know,
gentle reader, and therefore Adam War
rem was prevented from having the exte.-
nal appearance of his house looking just
as he wanted it--tor he was man of
good taste, and rather upper ten thousand
ish in his views. 1t was the close of the
last day of summer of 1888, that our story
commences. 1t had been lovely day,
the departing rays of the sun shed rich
lustre on the surrounding scenery, which
made it more picturesque and beautiful
than ever. Adam had just finished his
supper, when the news arrived that an IN
innate friend of his had fallen from tree,
broken both his legs, and was not expect
ed to survive. 1t was distance of over
ten miles, and although Adam had been
hard to work all day in the field, he re-
solved 70 set off Immediately. After see-
ing that every thing was safe and secure
in the house, for Adam Warren was man
pretty we'll to do in the world, he had
BLACK Bess" saddled for the ride. He
had frequently gone away and left his
family alone before, although those were
dangerous times, and as they had never
been molested be felt no fear this time, as
they seemed perfectly willing TO stay alone
and exerted themselves considerably to
get him off.
"Mind, Martha, keep the house well
fastened said Adam to his wife, as he
mounted his horse. 81 have the rifles
well loaded in the garrett and you will find
plenty of powder and shot in the iron chest
if you want it. will be back by ten to-
morrow, good bye,. and as he said this,
he dashed his spurs into his horse and
was soon out of the lane in the road. His
wife and daughter watched him from the
piazza until he was out of sight, and the
noise of his horses hoofs had died away.
1.-The Hessians will have to be pretty
cute to get our new hats this time +; won
they, EIizal" said Mrs. Warren to her ell
dest daughter,as they were seated around
the sewing table in the evening.
sIndeed they will, was the reply.
"How is that?' asked Edith, the young.
est, who was very busily engaged in sew
ing something similar to patchwork.
"Why, mother has buried them % sale
Eliza.
"Buried them? that's quite joke, ha
ha! ha! you don't mean it," asked Edith
laughing until the tears started in heI
beautiful blue eyes.
81 do mean it, and what's more, NEAR
that no one will know where they are bu
ourselves, replied Eliza.
81 think myselfit's famous idea,' sait
Mrs. Warren-''people bury money; why
cannot we bury our hats q
"Hark !'' exclaimed Eliza, suddenly
starting up, Il thought | heard q voice
under the window %
Immediately all were silent as death
Edith dropped her work, and Mrs. War
rem followed her example. They were
still as possible for at least ten minutes
but not a sound was audible 'tOh, pshaw
she's trying to frighten US p exclaimed
Edith, tired with listening.
"Or else it's the wind she heard, " sail
Mrs. Warren, looking superssitiously oveI
her spectacles.
- am positive it was human voice I
said Eliza.
"Oh, nonsense. you are getting ner
vous." replied Mrs. Warren, resumint
her work.
"Well, might have been mistaken
but il sounded very much, indeed, like tn
voice of man.
"Histl did you hear that the report Q
0 . riflen said Edith.
3 "And now another voice under the win
dow" said Eliza.
"You are right this time,p said Mrs
Warren. u heard voice and footstel
Z too"