Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1849-03-29
VOL. XLIII, NO. 2O.---wHOLE NO. 2215.

these men will seem little less than demi-
gods"
Katrina looked up into his face so admir-.
ingly, even tenderly, with trembling lip,tha
had not the youth been filled with the mag
ntude of the sentiment which now absorbed
him, he would have spoken more tenderly,
and more in reference to his fair listener.
The maiden felt piqued and tapping her
toe again upon the sill, she responded in
gay voice
"Truth Mr.. Blanch-honor bright
did not think you had been so eloquent
Did | not regard loyalty as the Jewel of vr-
tues, one indeed which holds all the others
in harmony, you might convert me to your
new system of doctrines p
" L know what you would imply, dear
Katrina" this time the girl laid her hand
upon the riding whip in the hands of her
lover, and kept her lids bent downward-"I
know you would say, that he who is disoy-
al to king, may be disoyal to love- is itnot
SOP
Katrina looked up with her archest smile
-"I cannot make speeches and commenta-
ries both; but truth to say, we were so con-
tent and secure before this terrible war, and
the English officers SO courteous, that really
see no good in killing them"
Blanch laughed heartily at the simplicity
of this pretty speech, from pretty lips, and
then said,
"Aye, if that is all, Katrina, we won't
quarrel. But now | know not when we
shall meet again. Perhaps not till the fate
of the country is decided"
A slight shade passed over the face of
Katrina, which she chased away with her
usual oddness-and she inquired
"Well, and where do all these gallant
hotspurs charge ?"-and she hummed in an
under tone, the words of Yankee Doodle
sc Father and wen; down to camp"
Blanch recoiled with real bitterness, and
placed one foot in the stirrup-
Miss De Witt, God forbid that should
cross your path in the least. There is not
there can be no sympathy between us W
Katrna's fair brow Redeemed, and she
even bit her lip-but the tears gushed to her
eyes moment after.
Wendell, l dare say you are right
My sentiment of loyalty is as strong as
yours that you call patriotism. l like not
this facility of chan ge."
Blanch would have replied-he would
have answered to the tears rather than the
words of Katrlna-but at this moment the
rough hand of old De Witt was laid upon
her shoulder, who drew her into the house,
pouring out at the same time mixture of
Dutch, French, and English iDvectve a
gainst herself, and the renegade young
rebel" as he was wont to call Blanch.
Right glad was Wendell thus to have es-
capped the scrutiny of both mother and mis-
tress in regard to his destined mission
Neither had conceived of the peril he was
about to encounter, and now that nothing
lay before him but his duty to his country,
he rode on with freer heart losing his in
dividual Importance in the magnitude of the
cause. Then he remembered the contempt
of Katrina for this very cause, and again he
felt himself freer and stronger man, as he
said to himself
" Everything is contemptble-everything
in life, in times like these, except the hope
of the freeman. l will forget her as | do
myself"
Then the tear of Katrina glistened before
his minds eye, and he put spurs to his
horse that he might waste the undue sens-
billty, which it engendered, by action
Wheeling his horse around an angle of
street, he gave one last glance to the wind
ows of old De Wtt-there was the CLEAN
of white handkerchief from the window
the young man paused an instant, waved
his hand in the air, and then passed on,
ready to meet peril-it might be DEATH
Conclusion merit ,ceek.