White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1858-02-04


oeen captured in arms against the king. 1hodIi
be summarily executed. The sentence Of; M,
MoN6rsy, according % old Jacobs report: vn
already issued! Mrs Blnkely was sesrcely ,es
shocked thsniher niece, but her forti,1;Ie iva
required 20 sustain Kate, and she struggled a,
appear comPOs n 33m s1as. Isfra>f tssH
l"Let US 20 TO Col: Watson q onee.', we,,
almost the GsseW Of Kate On reeoverinebe
senses. Surely he VII not refuse US. HeIv.,
but lately your gueSt-how can he thus den,
your prayer7's . '-pTTsFdD t-Fn -Fs
"Alas! my child. :" replied her aunt, wild
tears in hereyes, .' warconverts men into tends
and dries up all the kindlier feelings of the soul
but especially in eivilfwar like this. m such
thing as friendship is acknowledged. Have va,
forgotten the fate of Gabriel Marion-zyo5,bfn,
beautiful interchangeable pride Of tiiat old
mans hearth He was taken in skirnish. and
as soon as he was recognized, told to make rea.
dy for death. His prayers for a respite-forp ma.
per to write to his uncle--for time to make peace
with his God, we're alike denied him." -.
" But they will not, they cannot murder nv
father thus. The men who did shat were Tory
ortcasts. Col. Watson has kind heart: he
riH spare my fathers Ife." And Kate. CLASH.
ing herhands, addressed her aunt supplicatinrlv.
as il on the words she might speakhung her pa.
rents existence. -
Mrs Biakely could not reply for some time
for weeping. Twice she essayed to speak-twice
tears choked her utterance. At last she SHOOK
her head mounfully. ''T
I" Say not so-yOu do not mean it, cried Kate
eagerly. A's
:" Alas! alas! my darling" sObbed Mrs.
Blakelr, clasping Kate in her arms, e" would as
willingly hope as you-but there is no hone
Was not solicitation. influence, promise. every
thing, exerted to save Col. Hayne; but to no
purpose. They are memorable. Did not the
General say, in refusing pardon, that il Il were
his own brother he could do no more"
At these words the full truth of her fathers
situation seemed for the frst time 70 break on
Kate who hitherto had hoped that aid from
some quarter, her own prayers. or other influ-
ence, might save his life. During the time Mrs.
Blakely was speaking, the unfortunate girl eaxed
with stony eyes upon her. every feature rigid.
her arms notioEless and set, hanging by her
side, and her head slightly advanced, with slight
y parted lips, listened eagerly. Even when the
speaker ceased, only vague leEse of what she
said seemed to rest on Kate, and she murmured
Vacantly; lass.
No hope!--none did you say To
Mrs RlaEalv el,o L
Her own heart was swellea to bursting-that
stony look, those rigid lips, made her trenble
for the reason of her niece --.4
No hope" whispered Kate, in those thrill
ing low tones that are more eloquent than all
the accents Of despair. "Oh, Just HeaveDm
she exclaimed, suddenly elevating her voice;
and she raised her outstretched arm on high,
"wilt thou see this foul injustice done7" n
But here the pitch Of terror to which the poor
girl had been wound up, proved too much for a
frame already weakened by preceding agitation,
and she suddenly fell back, rigid and paralyzed,
in another fainting fit.
All that day. and part the night, Mrs. Blake
~ watched over her niece. Toward midnight,
the sufferer sank into slumber. On awaking
in the morning, wan and haggard, she seemed |
only the shadow of her former self; but she had
gained compOsure; though in her quivering lip, |
and the eye that filed unconsciously with tears,
might have been read the agony of breaking
heart.
But though Mrs. Blakely did not allow herself
to hope, and thought it her duty to bid her niece
discard all expectation of the prisoners pardon,
she resolved to do everything that
could be done to induce Col. Watson to save
Mr.. MOwbray's life, or to grant respite uR-
til headquarters could be heard from. Accor.
dinghy, she spent the hours of the night, after
Kate. stupefied alike by exhaustion and narcot-
les. had sunk into slumber, in writing to Col.
Watson. She also penned hssty epistle to Ma
ior Lindsay, beseeching his interpretations, for
though Mrs. Blakely was well aware Of his pre-
tentions to the hand of her niece, she thought
this no time for morbid delicacy. These .epis.
ties being indited, and confined to the hand of
a trusty servant, with orders to spare neither
whip or spur until he reached Colonel watson's
quarters, Mrs, Bakely, toward morning, sought
her couch almost as much exhausted. both phys
ically and mentally, as her unfortunate niece.
The morning broke in that once happy man.
sion as on house of death. The shutters were
half closed, as if to exclude the light, and the
servants stole noiselessly TO and fro, speaking
in whispers scarcely above their breath. The
morning meal remained almost untnuched.-
Kate could eat nothing, and offen set down her
tea-cup, while tears filed hereyes; Mrs Blake
". in snite Of all her seiEeontrol. was nervous
and trembling. The old butler, who remained
In the room, often turned his back, and brushed
the honest tears from his eyes, for though IN
willing to betray his emotion, he was unable to
preventit Even Mrs. BIakely IS pet grey -hound
seemed TO know and participate in the grief, for,
instead of rushing 70 his mistress boisterously,
when SIZE came down stairs, as had been his
wont, he walked slowly and sadly toward her,
looking up appealingly into her face, as If as
suring her of his sympathy. The same DUH .
paatomine was gone through when Kate enter
I'd, and made her lip qniver. 5ra II
Mrs. Blakeiy had informed her niece Of what
she had done. and nothing now remsined but
wait an answer 10 her letters. KITE, however,
begged that she might be allowed 70 20 70 Col.
watson's head quarters to see her father-and
ihough Mrs. BIakely strove to dissuade her from
his purpose believing that the interview would