The northern tribune. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1847-1855, 1848-03-13


soul with melody.
The Journey to the camp was short, and
she soon stood at the entrance to the tent
OF Washington.
Though fast approaching midnight, the
Commander Chief was still up, and walk
ing backwards and forwards, as if something
of great importance was agitating his mind.
The name of his fair visitor was announced,
and although unexpected at that time, he
received her with that cordially SO character
istic of his nature. There was, however.
something in his countenance which both
attracted and disturbed her, an ar of calm and
majestic dignity, with character of benevo-
lence and goodness breathing out from every
feature. As her eye met his, she fancied that
there was in it an expression of interest and
pity for herself, an expression which she
could not comprehend or fathom.
Though Grace Darrell was pale and tremb-
ling, she looked very beautiful as she stood
before the mighty chieftain Her full black
eyes, that could at times Tighten so brilliantly.
were now suffused with soft languor. Her
black luxuriant ringlets fell down in a rich
maze on either side of her face, and rested
gently on her brow.
1.-The man of whom you informed me last
evening"" said Washington, presenting her
with seat. "was arrested some twenty min
ntes ago. and is now in close confinement
He has himself acknowledged his guilt and
shall receive the reward he so justly merits.
faint brief flush came over her face as
he spoke, and she seemed hardly able to
muster courage to make a reply.
Your conduct in the NATTER" replied
Washington, noticing her embarrassment, ia
deserving of the highest commentator, and
you may rest assured that such acts will not
be forgotten by me-"
When he had spoken those few words, in a
voice and manner that accorded perfectly with
the calm dignity of his demeanor he handed
her note, the seal of which he babe her not
to break until the next day. In few mo-
ment the business which brought her there
was finished, and she left his presence more
firmly impressed with his greatness and noble
ness of character than ever. He had promised
on the following day to reveal to her secret
which would make her happy. He did not
give her any clue as to what it was, but sweet
smiling hope babe her heart rejoice and she re-
turned to her desolate home with lighter
step and a more cheerful mind. She found
her little child as she left it, and with
prayer to God for its happiness, she threw
herself upon the bed beside it. e
The last spark on the broad hearth had To-
ded, the little cricket had ceased his cong, and
all around was quiet and still.
| An nour passed by, but yet she did not
sleep; another, and her mino was racked by
strange wild dream. Large beads of sweat
started upon her brow, and a murmur of ter
rible pain would now and then burst from her
! lips. No, no." she muttered, it cannot,
cannot be- and then tossing wildly around,
would clasp her babe closer to her BOSOM
- am not that guilty wretch ; no, no-thar
| is not my name written in blood and letters
no, no, it's nothing but dream"
| A fearful agitation was passing over her
SOUL and embracing her babe, she extended
her hands on either side, clutched vacantly at
the air as though she wrestled with an un-
seen foe.
At very early hour on the following morn
ing. there was an unusual stir in the camp,
and it was whispered about among the soldiers
that the murderer had been found, and that
at noon that day he was to be executed. The
news created considerable excitement, for the
murder had been most foul and cruel. and
all seemed DESTROYS that the wretch who COM
mitted it should suffer the severesS penalty Of
the law for the awful crime. The murdered
man was an old settler who supplied part of
the army with provisions, and was found early
one morning in the roadside near the Haunted
House. terribly cut and nangled. He had
been robbed of all the money in his possession,
and near his body was found dagger on
which were inscribed the initials of man
who had the night before deserted from the
United States army for the purpose of joining
the British. Grace Darrell overheard the
conversation of two men on the evening of
the murder, and knowing by their talk that
they contemplated some wicked deed, she
went Immediately to the commander-in-chief
and acquainted him with the facts of the case.
Her information led to the arrest of the de-
serter, who knowing that he could not escape,
made a full confession of the murder.
"Crme sooner or later. receives its merited
punishment and no artitce, however shrewd