Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1851-04-05

his death, and within little more than
another day that warrant would
reach b' prison.
The Of heaven be done !"
groaned H., captive.
"Amen," returned Grizel, with a
wild vehemence, "but my father shall
not die"
Again the rider with the mail had
reached the moor Of Tweedmouth,
and q second time he bore the doom
of Cochrane. He spurred his horse
to his utmost speed, he looked eau
tiously before, behind and around
him; in his right hand he carried a
pistol to defend himself. The moon
shed ghostIy light across the heath,
rendering desecration visible, and
giving spiritual embodiment TO ev
cry shrub. He was turning the an
gle of struggling copse, when his
horse reared at the report of a pistol,
the fire of which seemed 10 dash in
his very eyes. At the same moment
his own pistol flashed, and the horse
rearing more violently, he was driven
from the saddle. In moment the
foot of the robber was upon his
breast, who bending over him. and
brandishing short dagger in his
hand, said
Give me thine arms or die !"
The heart of the Kings messen.
ger failed within him and, without
venturing to reply he did as he was
commanded.
Nov go thy way" said the rob-
ber, sternly, "but leave with me thy
horse, and leave with me the mail
lest a wrong thing come upon thee /"
The man arose and proceeded to-
wards Berwick, trembling, and the
robber mounting the horse which he
had left, rode rapidly across the
! heath.
Preparations were making for the
execution of Sir john Cochrane, and
the officers of the law waited only
for the arrival of the mail, with his
second death warrant, to lead him on
tho oooaoiI, w-hvu ticiiugS arrived mat
the mail had again been robbed. For
yet fourteen days and the life of the
prisoner be again prolonged. He
again fell upon the neck of his daugh-
ter, and Wept and SAID,
"lt is good; the hand of heaven is
in this -
Said ] not" replied the maiden,
and for the first time she wcpt aloud,
that my father should not die?"
The fourteen days were not vet
passed, when the prison doors flew
open, and the Earl of Dmdonald
rushed to the arms of his son. His
lntercession with the confcssor had
at length been successful; and after
twice signing the warrant for the eX-
ecution Of Sir John which had so Of
ten failed in reaching its destination,
the King had sealed his pardon. He
hurried with his father from the pris-
on to his house his family were
cllnglng around him, shedding tears
otjoy, and they were marvelling with
gratitude at the mysterious provi-
dence that had twice intercepted the
mail = and saved his life, when a
stranger craved an audience. Sir
John desired him to be admitted, and
the robber entered. He was habited,
as we have before described, with a
coarse cloak and coarser jerkin, but
his bearln was above his condition.
On entering he slightly touched his
beaver, but remained covered.
NV hen you have perWsed these"
said he, taking two papers from his
bosom, "cast them in the fire."
Sir John glanced on them, started,
and became pale; they were his
death warrants.
"My deliverl" exclaimed he, show
shall l'thank thee2 how repay the
savior of my life My father, my
children, thank him for me-"
The old Earl grasped the hand of
the stranger; Inc children embraced
him, and he burst into tears.
by what name," eagerly inqulr-
ed Sir John "shall thank my deliv-
er 2"
The stranger wept aloud; and rails
ing his beaver, the raven tresses of
Grizel Cochranc fell upon the coarse
cloak.
"Gracious heavenl" exclaimed the
astoned and enraptured father, "my
own child, my saviour, my own
Grizel |"
Ii is unnecessary to add more
the imagination of the reader can
supply the rest, and we may only add
that Grizel Cochrane, whose hero
ism and noble affection have been
Il