Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1856-08-07
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CHAPTER III.
Prison
In the western part of the town, near where
are now the corners of Greenwich and Lib.
erty sts., at the time of which we write stood
8 small, dlngy docking cot, facing the river,
before which was a high paliug of cedar
stakes, and behind which was narrow gar
den, also inclosed by cedar pales. This cot
was constructed by stout posts firmly driven
into the ground and covered by old worn
deck planks, which were held in their places
by wooden pins. The two small windows IN
front had once been the storm lights of some
ship, while the two doors, one in front and
the other in the rear, had evidently served
their time in some cabin bulkhead. The roof,
which was fiat, with a slight descent rear
ward, was of framework, covered with old
tarpaulins. The chimney had an advantage
over most of the other chimneys of the town,
for while they were of wood, this was of iron,
having been the smoke pipe of the old Half
Moon, which had come, through some round
about means. into the hands of its present
possessor. Within the cot was comfortable,
though it was far from tasty or neat The
only partitions between the various apart
ments were formed by suspending old sails
IOui the AIhlu6WOih "a t1C IOUls ddu lilGSS
were so handily moved that the number of
apartments, or the dimensions of any partieu
lar apartment could be increased or dimin-
ished with quickness almost miraculous.
Some half dozen dirty hammocks were sus.
pended from the eross-b beams of the roof,
while in one corner, and partially concealed
by one of the aforementioned magic parti-
tions, was regular bed.
Close BY the fireplace, which was built Of
clayev mud burned down to brick like
hardness, sat woman engaged in frying
some fish. She was not far from so years of
age, but she still retained much of the yolup-
tuous beauty Of her youthful days, though
evil passions had done much toward marring
her looks. She was large in frame and had
q tendency towards corpulence. She sat thus
when the front door opened, and Caspar Gel
d0rp entered. Fhe latter threw off his hat
and sat down upon an old stool close by his
wife, for such was the relation sustained by
the woman Of whom we have spoken.
Well, Katrina, said the man, /" I've
found the people l was after"
" Perhaps you remember one Peter Van
der Veer. He was an East India merchant.
He lived in Amsterdam-in large house OPP
posite the Hotel de Ville.'
"Yes-l--I-thnk l do" said Katrina,
turning away her head, and trying to appear
as though she were thinking, but in fact en-
deayoring to hide an emotion which had come
SO suddenly upon her that she could not re-
press it.
Well-be is the man I've been watching
and have found out all desired to know
He is stopping at the tavern. His wife is with
him."
The woman did not yet dare to ask any
questions. and eie long Casper spoke again:
Were you aware that they had son "
Katrina fairly started at this question, but
she knew that she must conquer her emo
tions, and with powerful effort she did SO.
"Of course they had son. she said.
:" never knew it before. But how came
you to know it, Katrina ~
Why-I knew them many years ago in
Fatherland, and remembered when their son
was born."
s'But never heard you mention the FAM
lily before"
Sand l never heard you mention them,
either"
This retort seemed to disarm the man for
that attack, and he turned upon another point.
" Katrina he said, rather carefully, - do
You think that you could ever carry revenge
SO far as to allow your emnity to fall upon the
Unriu r51 tLe %, Of Ito r,.tvIJs
The wife turned suddenly pale, and fear
full tremor shook her frame.
What do you mean?" she asked, trying
with all her power to be calm.
Why mean what say. l hate Peter
Van der Veer; and hate his vile :"
Katrina breathed more freely, and ere long
she had gained her wonted calmness. Yet
she watched her husbands countenaLce mar
rowly, as though she would read his though
from what she could see there. But Casper
had ft.n efrn e h.,
and he wondered what 1T could mean.
Look ye;~ Katrina-you seem to Rave
some strange interest in this affair. What is
it,"
"What is itf Why-nothing that I am
aware Of
"o-but it must be something. Come
out with it,
A fortunate thought struck the wife at this
juncture. She remembered to have heard,
long years before, few words which she had
never forgotten, and which now came to her
rescue.
" 1t was but simple thing" she said, with
a smile. +" You once loved Theodore Van
de Veer."
1t was now the husbands turn to start, but
he quickly smiled the emotion away, and then
said -
"Oho-you're jealous, Ell But never fear.
If did once love Theodore, it was before
knew you. But that love was changed to
hate long ago, so have no fear on that account"
As Geldorp thus spoke some one knocked
at the door, and upon opening it stout
Indian made his appearance His dress be-
tokened him to be one of the Raritans, and the
feathers of his head dress indicated that he
was ono OF the chief warriors. HIS name was
Kar- GO ws-wa gus but he was better kno wn
among the Dutch as Red Shoe, from the col.
or OF the moccasins he wore. He entered the
cot, and K ttrina, in obedience to a hint from
her husband, quilted the apartment.
SNOW. Red Shoe, SAID Casper, ''you have
work to do. / have asceraned all | wish to
know, and the person Of whom | spoke is the
one | thought. Upon him you can take the
revenge YOU eek We must have MIN out to-
night. You will stick to your pronise.'
''Of course l will. The Raritan has sworn
revenge" said Red Shoe with burning eve.
"Your money would not pay me for the work
if we had not deeper cause. A red man
fell when he was minding his own business
He fell by the white mans bullet We asked
for justice. and it was refused. Our people
will not rest satisfied until they can dip their
hands in the white mans blood. Give me
the victim, and our anger shall be appeased"
Casper Geldorp's eyes sparkled with salts
faction.
About month previous 10 this time Rar-
itan had been murdered in cold blood near
Pavonia. His brethren had asked that the
m urderer should be gwen up, but their re.
quest was denied, and the had sworn that they
would have revenge. Geldorp knew this, and
be now meant to take advantage of This cir
cumstance for his own fevengeiul purpose.
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