The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-04-02

S"h' w ~ l'Nt iipN. 'NC' u i
to, but don't, God knows, but to keep
down any more suspicion, l'll 20 now
across the woods and il YOU come, come
in the road" SO saying the muiatto
buttoned his coat, tied his 'kerchief
round his neck, and moved toward the
door.
"Stop Charley" whispered Jonas,
"stop man, here, take thnt, YOU don't
suppose | want my life saved for moth
ing do you Z" and he held in his fingers
bright yellow coin.
Well might Charley Stuart gaze in
establishment on the storekeeper, for
never before had the little man been
known 10 part with money, but from
stern necessity; he had good heart,
would give the poor negroes sugar, cof-
fee, &c, but money! that, was out Of the
question. Nov don't stand there like
monkey" continued Jonas, "but come
and glt the monry-it's yourn."
"No, no, Mr.. Nender," replied Stuart,
81 don't want it, and if did, wouldn't
have it, for if tell, it sha'nt be for mon
cy-sood bye" and he was gone.
Jonas closed and barred the door and
was alone with his dog. Setting down
by the fire, he put his feet out to the
head of the sleeping animal, and, as was
his habit from being so often in that
situation, talked to his friend.
80 Romev did YOU hear that eh !
oh, you needn't wag your tail against
the hearth; it amt no laughing matter,
tor'-hiS tone changed-"mv life de-
ponds on you, that's certain-who
would have thought them rascally fell
lers. were kidnappers, as Charley SEES,
and robbers and murderers too may be
ugh, thank heaven, I'm done with
'em,-and Dutch Peter has turned Char
ley off, cause he seed he loved Susan;
no wonder if he'd shot the Niger; but,
poor devil, he amt niger, and he
knows he's too mixed to think of her.
for saw his lips shlver like he had an
ager fit when he mentioned it, Ha ha!
what fool like her, indeed" and the
man laughed but spite of the laugh the
cloud gathered darker on his brow; he
continues: "but contound the mulatter,
he don't dare say what he thinks, to her,
for she'd kinder use him up, though he
is good hearted Teller that's fact, but
that Teller at the mansion, Henry what
do-you-call-him, he's the most to skeer
one, for he's been teaching Susie all
summer, aud she's got so much larnin,
maybe she'll forget the little lone man
in the woods, though | 4, right good
looking, but them noviIs, an books. they
say, hardins gals heart, but pshaw! not
hers reckin." Then the current of
his thought changed. $50 he contin.
ued quite low-"Cap. or some of EN-
are going to take me aboard that little
schooner, and maybe put me in the Bay.
Oh my, Gaping. amt you cunnin though
and would get my goods and Che look
ed wlsttully round the room) my six
hundred aud seventy dollars, ugh, that
'ud be bad; but what'sthe matter Rome
The dog had given utterance to low
growl, and was looking over his back
toward the door. Jonas walked silently
round the counter and taking out box
put it carefully on the chair by the fire
and having unlocked it proceeded to
examine its contents, which was, to all
appearances, a pair Of large clumsy pls-
tols;l one end of the box however there
was an apartment unopened, in this was
Jonas money; there before him was the
"bane and antldote." Taking out the
pistols, he re-locked the box and pat it
up the chimney. Many an hour had
Jonas long before this, sat studying as
to where he could put his money if me-
ressary to hide it, and he had come to
the conclusion that up the chimney, out
of the reach of moderate fire was the
place. He had no sooner deposited it,
than loud knock was given the door,
but he stood still, by the fire. Again
and again, the knock came, but he heed
ed it not, but listened for more, then his
name was called two or three times, but
no answer, for Jonas still stood there,
piolot III ollC lldllti W lllCil was not pX-
actly steady and the dog held back by
the other.
"He's gone down, so quit your bawl-
ing" shouted voice from the side of
the house; ''my wife will die | s'pose
cause we cant git no medicine" replied
the other.
"Ihat was old Uncle Jake's voice
serting" muttered Jonas "and his wife
as sick that's fact" He walked softly
to the door. Come" said the same
voice outside but a little louder than
necessary, 'lets CO."
"Who are you!" asked Jonas.
"Why it's me" said the same voice
outside.
SIS it Uncle Jake"
eyes to be sure, let US in will you."
Jonas did not hesitate longer but con-
cealing his pistols opened the door