The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1858-05-13
NO. 81

/ W hat would my child ? inquired he
eagerly, aud gazed anxiOusly upon beF
face
ASK not now. she replied. 'my father,
not now, but pray Tor aie ami bless me
but not with thy lat blessing
lie again pressed her to his heart, sni
wept upon her neck In few minutes
the jailor entered, and they we're torn
| from each others fond epbrsce.
/ On the evening of the second day af-
ter the interview we have mentioned,
way farins man crossed the bridge at
Berwick, from the North. and proceeded
along Marygate. sat down TO rest upon
bench by the door Of an ho>tclre on the
south side of the street nearly fronting
where what wa- called the 'Hain guard
then stood. He did not enter the iDuy
for it was above bis apparent condition;
being that which Oliver Cromwell he'd
made his heal quarters few years be-
fore. and where at Somewhat earlier Pc
riod, James the 9th, of Scotland, had ta-
ken up his re,ileDce. when on his way to
enter upon the sovereignty of England.
The traveller wore close jerkiD, fastcn-
ed around his body by leatbern giEdle,
and over it q short cloak of equal plain
ID aterials He was evidently young
man but his beaver was drawn down so
as to almost conceal his features. In one
hand he carried small bundle, and in
the other pilgrims staff. Having cali
ed for a glass o. wine, be took a crust OF
bread from bis bundle, aud after resting
for few minutes be arose to Depart
The shades Of night were setting in, and
lit thre ateDed to be a nj. hit of storms.
] The heavens were gathering black, the
clouds rushing from the sea, and Sudden
gusts Of wiUd were moaning along tee
streets, accompanied by heavy drops of
rain and the face Of the Tweed was trou-
bled.
Heaven help thee. If thou intendest to
travel far such night as this said the
sentinel at the English gate, as the trsv-
eler passed bin and proceeded to cross
over the bridge.
In few momeuts be was over upon
the wide, desolate and dreary moor OF
Tweed mouth, which for miles presented
q desert of iurze, fern, and stunted heath,
with here and there diugle cover with
thick brushwood. Slowly be toiled over
the steep hill, braving tie storm which
now rayed with the Wilte-t fury. The
rain fell in torrents. and the wind howled
as legion Of famished wolves hurliug its
doeful and angry echoes over the heath.
Still the stranger hurried ward, until
he had proceeded two or three miles from
Berwick, when, as # unable longer to
brave the storm, he stopped amid some
crab and branble bushes by the way
side.
Nearly an hour passed since be sought
this imperfect refuge, and the darkness
Of the night, and the storm had increased
together, when the sound of horses
eet was beard madly splashipg through
the water along the road The rider
bent bis head to the blast. Suddenly
tie horse was grasped by the bride, the
rider raised his bead. aud the stranger
stood before him holding pistol to his
breast.
'Di-uouut or die 2 said the stranger
.ternly.
The horses an, benuu bed and stricken
With fear, u ade an effort to reach his
arms, but 10 moment the hand of the
robber, quitting the bride, grasped the
breast OF the rider. and dragged him to
the ground upon his face, aud for sever
al minutes remained senselcss.
The stranger seized the leather bag
which contained the nail to the north,
aud finging it on bis shoulders, rushed
across the heath.
Early on the following morning. the
Iinhabitauts of Berwick were seen hurry
ing in groups to the spos where the rob-
berry had been committed. and were scat
tered in every direction over the moor,
but no trace Of the robber could he OBJ
tanned.
Three days had yet passed and Sir
John Coehrane had lived. The mail
which contained bis death warrant had
been robbed, and before and before anoth-
er order for an execution could be given
the interces>ion of bis father. the Earl of
J Donald with the kings confessOr might
be successful.
Grizellr now became his constant COM
panion in prison, and poke TO him words
of conf Nearly fourteen days bad
passed since the robbery of the mail bad
been com tilted, and protraeted hope ID
the prisoner became more bitter than the
lrst despair. But even that bope, bitter
as it was, persisted The intereession Of
his father had been unsuccessful, and the
second time the bigotted monarch, had
signed the warrant OF bis death, sud with
in little more than day that warrant
would reach the prison.
.Thc will of heaven be done y groaned
the captive
Amen 7 responded Grizelle, with Wild
vehemenec, but yet my father shall not
die.'
! Again the rider had reached the moor
of I've seduoutb, and the second time he
bore with him the doom of Sir John
Cochrape. He spurred bis horse to the