White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1857-12-03

such beautiful women as Margaret Arnold join
ed in the dance. and the walls resounded with
the echoes OflAughter, and strains of music.
At midnight, with a cautious, stealthy tread,
Arnold left the jewellers, and stole away to
lonely, unfrequented spot, some little way die.
tant within the American lines. -a "A
And there, awaiting him. he found Major
John Andre; there he delivered to him the
papers which were to give West Point into the
possession of the enemy-the plans and drafts Of
the Notifications. Base traitor. .iel
There vas much 70 be said, many Instructions
to be given; for in the excitement of hisretengS.
full hopes, Arnold had forgotten his fears, and
the morning dawnsd and found them Stiil 70.
gether.
Major Andre could not effect his return 10 the
British camp by daylight; hence he must lie
concealed till evening shades again Shroudsd
the earth.
That day went BY, and in the darkness Of
night, Andre set forth upon his journey; buS
after that there came tidings which caused Ban
edict Arnold's cheek to turn pale, and his heart
to fill with fear.
For the warning of the paling cross had prov
cd true. Andre was prisoner; his scheme had
failed; he was IN danger.
The following ten long weary days; days u
agony to bravo John Andre, in his solitary eou.
6nement, his trial, and his DOOM days Of tsrreT,
and shame, and fear to the traitor, who lay con.
eealed on board the Sloop of war "VulttFe;" and
when in the agony Of remorSe, he heard the
soemA minute guns booming over the water.
telling the tale Of the unhappy Andres death.
when the Vulture stood out to Sea, he 81. mute
and white in the cabin, with the stain oSs isS~i-
bic sin--,he murder of John Anare-upoh bis
soul.
Then, convulsively grasping the ruby eFo@.
he cried, " Inez, IneE, thou art avenged! Thy
gin did warn me, but too late-too lAts: ThO
danger came nigh, and had no power 20 sura
it from me-" And the unhappy man strobe tAs
floor, and wrung his hands in his misery.
Henceforth my name will be spOken-win
be spoken among my couuRymen with loathingi
it will be a bye-word and a shame; and thiss
this It is to be a traitor,''
Long he sat; then dash Of the old passioa
pEluC DdCh W MS ASaAb AA@ h0AAlSASS
on his tongue.
But, poor fool, poor pitiful fool that amto
sit thus, snivelling like very child! Trss.
have failed here, but America shall not be for.
gotten. Perish those whinpers and regrets;
perish all memories Of the past-al memories.
save of my wrongs. And thou, lying babbler,"
to the cleaning trinket in his hand, "thOu, to-,
who gavest warning eff my danger too late foe
my redemption: thou, too, shalt be buried dOsp
in these waters. as in Oblivion" And he hnne
it far through the cabin window into the Ssa.
And never again, lying close upon hit breast.
was that Ruby Cross a charm, an amulet TO keep
away the tends of evil, gnawing eVernOrs -
Benedict Arnold's heart.
Fof the star of his glory, which had risen a
Quebec, blazed with noontide splendor on Lake
Chanplain, and eliminated at Saratoga, had sS
for ever. -
England paid him gold az the price Of his hon
or, and England gave him grave. Pity, too.
she did not have the honor ~ Of his birth land
alas that Americas fair escutcheon must rsnais
furnished BY such a name a. that Of "BsaS8i0
Arnold the TraitoT"'