Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1856-08-08

"Them as don't plough, digand delvc, let
them die. What's the use of them p
The world is better without such lazy
drones."
"The rebels are beat, Matthew, aw-
fully beat. Look you, have reason for
thinking the gallant now up stairs is some
great body,s general perhaps, flying away
in disguise. saw asEwound on the side
Of his head, but it didn't strike me at the
time how he might have come. by it.
Bless you! there's dozen of the kings
soldiers now quartered at the Spade and
Plough" and they say they are looking
after, and picking up, flying rebels.'
The man, appearing now fully to COM
prehend the nature ofhis wife's suspicious
sprang upon his feet.
"Ah, ha to be sure-the gentleman is
runaway rebel, no doubt. May be
there's a reward p
"There is reward" saids the dame.
Il got this piece of paper from one Of the
soldiers, and, though l can't read myself,
l heard the landlord spell it through. 1t
offers two hundred guineas reward to any
man who shall take Sir-Sir-I forgot
the name, but the description answers ex-
actly to him up stairs-there! y
| 1.-TWO hundred guineasT' said the peas
ant, under his breath. The idea of such
sum seemed absolutely to paralyze his
faculties, for his eyes opened to com
plete circles, his jaws dropped, and the
hair rose off his forehead. 1.-TWO hun
dred golden guineas eight hundred sill
yer crowns bless my soul and body!'
eyes, Matthew; and all this may be
ours-think of that !'
| "Mercy on mel What shall 1 do.?-
Shall nail up thesdoor of this room fol
fear he should escape? Shall smother
him in his bed?"
| "Hush Matthew. good Matthew! No
he is strong man, and too much for us
this you shall do; run TO the village, I'll,
only mile, and tell the soldiers at th'
''Spade and Plough" that you've fount
their man, and are ready, so the reward
be yours. TO deliver him into their hands.
The peasant seized his hat; he pause
suddenly, a twinge of conscience and BET
ter feeling woke in his bosom: s,.v~Ia :
then, betray his guest and her, the youn
delicate creature who seemed so waywor
! and sad?
'cWhat's the matter, Matthew" aske
the woman.
II can't do ii, Meg; though the Evi
One is at my elbow, l ha~n't the heal
to do it."
> "What! and two hundred guineas-
0 That appeal was sufficient, it availe
q more than all the philosophical argument
q which the DANES wit might possibly hav
suggested, and muttering to himself, "Tw
$ hundred golden guineas eight hundre
: silver crowns all ours, all mine !" be hul
ried from the cottage.
We need not state the result. III
: soldiers surrounded the hut, and Sir B;
sill Temple was that night made prison
: er. Maud, the faithful, the disconsolai
Il Maud, accompanied her husband to E1
$ eter, and there, with many other follow
! ers of the unfortunate Monmouth, he ws
Il to take his trial. Judge Jefreys, of IL
famous memory, had been sent down b
4 the government to condemn, rather tina
J try, the prisoners, and he exercised Il
e functions of his duty in manner thi
e highly became him as human butcher
q there were daily beheadings, and almo
( hourly hangings Of the meaner criminal
ID and this pastime, for such the death dea
ing appeared to be regarded by this me
* ciless dispenser of the law, continued f
e, weeks.
to Maud, in private interview, beseech,
: Jefreys to have compassion on her hn
as band, but hr prayer was answered
OF laughter, and her tears provoked by a ri
aid jest. What hope, then. remained
id the heart-broken wife? Sir Basil's fat
ut er had once performed good Office f
ne the king perhaps he would rememb
the past, perhaps mercy might awake
re in his breast. She would hurry to To
ly don, and throw herself at the monarch
feet.
II was a very steep bill, and the hors
,e, were obliged to check their speed. Ma
cr rode on the foremost, and man abe
es sixty years of age, with thin, brow
N. wrinkled, but benevolent face, press
x, close behind her. They were on tn
return from the metropolis. Slow VIC
he the coaches in those days, nor bad it I
no tered into the imagination Of the traye