Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-04-01
LIFE FOR LIFE.


Father, is there 70 hope for him? /:
the British General so heartless as to cen
denim one so noble, so brave; so young, tC
die without mercy?'
These words were used bya pale, tear.
full girl of great beauty, in the middle por-
ton of the Revolution which gave freedom
home on our own loved soil During
that period when cruelty was but too prev
alent with both parties-when tories. were
If possible, more relentless and cruel than
than the British troops.
The father, noble looking man Of mid
die age, turned a glance out of the win
dow which opened toward Long Island
Sound. the green waters Of which could
be seen sparkling beyond a grove that from
ted his dwelling near Hurl Gate. He had
turned to this to hide mis- emotions, for she
was his only child. and he feared that her
young heart would break when he told her
all the sad psws that lay SO heavily on his
heart.
Speak, f,ther, tell me, is there no hope?
| will go myself, and, kneeling to the ty-
rant, will plead for the life of him whom l
love as only woman can lovel' she contin-
ued
Alas! my child, mercy is dead in the
British Generals breast--his heart is cal
lous to pity! | have risked much by
pleading for him, bat for your sake, l
would be almost willing to die in Nathan's
place.
Cruel, cruel fate! when is he 20 die?-
There may be some hope of his rescue.
He was great flvorite with Washington,
and he is at White Plains. L Will go to
him.
Alas, my Child said her father, nerve
yourself for the news. It is already too
late'
Dead, deal?' shrieked the poor girl, 20
father say that it is not SOP
sAlas. my child can not. lie was
hung at sunrise, and was even refused a
bible to look at ere he was summoned be-
fore his Maker
For a moment the poor girl stood silent;
not tear came from her eyes; but wild
light Illuminated them: flash as bright as
fire itself gathered over both face and brow
she clenched her fair hands together un
til the nails seemed to enter the flesh, and
with bitter tones she cried:
Life for lifel l shall be ,evenged--yes
deeply revcnged!'
Child, dear child, be calm,' said the
fond parent.
Father, l am calm, very calm. Calm
as he is almost. And | swear he shall be
revengcd, if my own hands have to reach
the tyranis heart that sealed his dooml ]
loved, OH how / loved him--and were not
our betrothal vows plighted? Iwill act as
a widow-as the widow of soldier ought
to act.'
my dear child, you viii bring ruin upon
our heads
Not upon yours, father; but to me, what
is ruin now? Bat will not be rash,
will go to my room. and pray and think of
him who now lies cold in DEATH
She turned and left the room, while the
father still stood looking from the window
out upon the waters, which were dashed
with rising storm, and the trees, which
already began 10 writhe beneath the force
of the raising gale like some huge giant
wrestling with some unforeseen power.
Meanwhile his daughter had gone up to
her room in one of the cheerful gables Of
the old-fashioned house; and forgetting to
pray in the mad tumult of her wruug heart
was also gazing out upon the storm
which was not wilder than the tumult in
her own heart. ii1gs eesa'ga,g'
From her elevated position she could
look over the tree-tops and serled clouas,
as. ike battling host marshalled to the
charge. amid sulphurous flames and smoke
they rose and spread athwart the sky. She
could see the eddying of Hurl Gate, toss
ing, with whirls, the e a caps, white as
drifting snow, in H. air-the breakers
tumbling upagainst the black rocks, as if
they would hide their dangers from the
bold mariners view esal ri,ns- .g'
Suddenly the sound Of a cannon was
heard, aud, Us she looked UP the Sound.