Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1858-05-04

!, Big with intentions for the benefit O
: the American cause, Malachi fastene.
: the horse, and closing the shop door, wen
| ded his way to the house.
t The wind blew keen aud cold. and III,
sky was overcast with dark clouds.
"Sould'nt wonder if we had two foo
of snow before tomorrow morning. saie
J Malachi to himself, "and | rather, by ;
darn sigh., go to an apple bee or quilt
ing party with Mary Hutton tucked unde,
my arm, than take a journey TO Trenton
to-nigh. However, what can't be cure
must be endured, as my old schoolmarn
used to say, when she piled the birch; SC
all you've got to do, Malachi Doolit,le, is
70 play possum, and not give the British
er too big a start"
! He found the kitchen empty, for En-
sign Spencer being considered in the light
of an especial guest, the supper table was
set in the parlor.s
Is Rot his picture. he will be making
! love TO Marynext," said Malachi, uneasi-
ly; but if he does I'll pay him off in his
own coin. All, here is his pistols and
heavy riding~coat Well now, Malachi
Dooiittle, / don't think it would be un-
wholesome to your constitution to Jerk the
printing out of Them barkers, for fear
! matters might come to rough-and -tum-
bic. So here goes" and suiting the ac-
| ton TO the word, the strangers weapons
were instantly placed in harmless con-
| dition.
When the apprentice entered the par
lor, he found Dorothy Hutton and her
daughter Mary in high glee and in good
humor The supper was over, but the
stranger seemed TO be attracted TO the
smiths parlor by the bright eyes of Mary,
and looking twice out of ahe window into
the cold, bleal, night, he gave sudder,
as IT loath to depart on his journey.
Tall Malachi devoured his supper in
moody silence; bur, notwithstanding his
discomfort at the notice the young officer
took of Mary. he made fearful inroads on
the Johnny cake and sausage A genuine
Yankee Is seldom so deep in love that he
forsakes his vietuals; and such was GER
tainly tall Malachi's case.
When there was no excuse for longer
delay. the apprentice was deputed to fetch
Spencer's horse to the door, and thank
ing his hos. and hostess for their kind at
tentlons. and bestowing a kiss upon the
blushing cheek of Mary, he bestrode the
animal, and set forth at round gallop,
on .his dark and dreary journey,
81 guess I'd better go and finish fod-
dering the cattle" said Malachi, as the
clatter of the horses boofs died away in
the distance. "O Old Bull has broke his
surcingle all to smash l calkilate that
I'd better take the sorrel hore and go down
TO Brunswick tomorrow morning and get
1t fixed, as we want TO sled se.ae wood
from the swamp. Suppose you can let
me have old Sorrel for li'tIc while,
Squire %
Why, how on earth can thee 60 down
to Brunswick without him, Malachi p
How foolish you talk tonight
Well, | did't know but that YOU might
want to use him. said Malachi, closing
the door behinc him, and starting for the
barn. " Consa.n his pictur Kissed her
lips, did he 2 Well if l don't have a
wresile with him for that trick, my name
amt Malachi Doolittle Jerusalem, how
cold IT is | wish l had my other shirt
on but its no use TO grumble. Old Sor-
rel put in the big licks. and you shall be
kept on nothing else hut oats and 1ii0ver
for the balance of your material days
And now for a parting salute TO the boss"
ha added, as he besrode up to the door of
the house. Hellow Squire Hutton,
suthin's broke loose -
g Why, Malachi, what is the matter q
asked the smith, opening the door; is
the barn a-fire, or
No nothing of the kind, boss. But /
have concluded to borrow old Sorrel to-
night. instead of tomorrow morning.
know the whole plot, and am going to
take them papers from Ensign Spencer,
and give them TO George Washington"
s'Nhy, his horse is as fleet as the wind;
and he viii be 10 Trenton before thou art
half way said the smith, with hearty
laugh.
Z" You forget thatI shod his horse, boss
Hutton"
well, he j. armed. and viii shoot
thee as dead as q nail, if thou dost attempt
violence"
g Can't be did, boss. | shook The prirn-
ing from his pistols when he was IN to
supper"
Thunder . and Belzebub--Lord for
give me-but-'
The remainder OF the sentence was lost
on Malachi's ear, for with a wild +" va
hip ga-long, Sorrei'' he was following
in the track ef the British spy
CHAPTER II.
The night was very dark, and flakes of
snow were failing fast over the already
whiteped ground, but the old sorrel was
perfectly acquainted with every inch of