The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1858-11-11

spencer, OelDg cOnetueteu III INC iiKut VI hn
especial guest, the supper was set in the
parlor.
Rot his picture he will be making love
to Mary next" said Malachi, uneasily but
il he does, III pay him of in bis own coin.
All. here is his pistols and heavy riding
coat. Well. now, Malachi Doolittle, don't
think 1t would be unwholesome to your
constitution to jerk the priming out Of them
barkers, for fear matters might come 70 u
rough and tumble. So here goes" and suit
ing the action to the word the strangers
weapons were instantly placed in q harmless
condition.
When the apprentice entered the parlor,
he found Dorothy Hutton and his daughter
Mary in high glee and good humor The
supper was over, but the stranger seemed to
be attracted to the smiths psrlor, by the
bright eyes Of Mary, and looking twice out
Of the windows into the cold, bleak night,
he gave shudder a. II 10th to depart on his
dreary journey.
Tall Malachi devoured bis supper in
moody silence but, 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 Il seldom 20 deep in love that be
forsakes his victuals, and such was certainly
tall Malachi's love.
When there was no excuse for longer de-
lay, the apprentice was deputed to fetch
Srehc.r's hore to the dopr, Ag' thanking
his host and hostess for their kind attentions
and bestowing q kiss upon the blushipg
cheek of Mary, he bestrode the animal and
set forth at round gallop on his dark and
dreary journey.
81 guess I'd better 20 and finish fodder.
ing the CATTLE said Malachi. IA the clstter
of the horses hoofs died away in the dis
tance. "Old Bull has broken bis surcingle
oil TO smash. calkilate that I'D better
take the sorrel horse and 20 down 10 Bruins
wick tomorrow morning, and get II fixed
a. we want TO sled some wood from the
swamp Suppose you can let me have old
sorreI for little whilr, Squire p
"Wby. how on earth can thee 20 down 10
Brunswick without him, Malachi How
foolish you do talk tonight"
We'll, didn't know but that you might
want TO use him." said Malachi, closing the
door behind him, and starting Tor the barn.
" Consarn his picture kissed her lips, did
he7 Well, il don't have wrestle with
him TOR that trick, my name amt Malachi
Doolittle. Jerusalem, how cold II IL !
wish ! had my other shirt on, bnt its no nse
to grumbe. Old sorrel, put 10 the big lick,
aud you shall be kept on nothing else bat
oats and clover for the balance OF your ma
teral days. And now for parting salute
10 the boss" he added IA he strobe up 10 the
door Of the house IIelow Squire Hut
ton, suthin's broke loose 70
why, Malachi, what ia the matter :
asked the smith, opening the de@. " Is the
barn on fire or"
"No, nothing Of the kind boss. But
I've concluded TO borrow old sorrel tonight,
instead Of to morrow. know the whole
plot, and am going to take them papers from
Ensign Spencer, and give them to George
Washington"
Why his horse is as feet az the wind
and he will be in Trenton before thou art
half the way" said the smith with a loud
laugh. ...
/" You forget that shod his horse. boss
Hutton"
Wei. be ia armed, and will shoot thee
as dead a. nail, IL thOu attempt violence" !"
Can't be did, boss. shook all the
primiDg from his pistols when he was in TO
supper.
me-but--"
The remainder Of the sentence was lost on
Malachi's ear. for with a wild " Yahip ga
lang sorreI T" BE- was following In the track
Of the British spy.
III.
The night was very dark. and fakes Of
snow were falling fast over the already
whitned ground, bu, the old sorrel was per.
fectly acquainted with every inch Of tie
ground, and a. II prompted by an instinct
that b. was on business that admitted Of no
delay, it needed bot little urging on The part
of Malachi, 10 make him stretch his neck
through the village Of Brunswick lik agray.
hound
Occasionally bis rider would rein up and
panse 70 l@ten, II be could hear the clatter.
ing OF boofs in the distance, and when be
could hear 10 sound hat the moaning Of the
wind a. II whlstled through the iorcst trees,
he would shout ga lang and the horse
would resume his old pace.
Bot this perseverance was not 10 60 long
unrewarded, for be bad scarcely put the VII
lage of Brunswick Eve miles behind him,
when b. deserted the object Of bis search a
short distance ahead, and travelling at such
gait a. convinced him that Ensign sp~n.
or had tile 70 thank Malachi Doolitde f0r
biz haDdicrsh As the matter stood, II was
DO great feather Tor the sorrel or apprentice
10 rein up By the aide Of the officer 10 the
space Of tw moments.
!, was no dark for Hnsign Spencer 10 re-
eognlze biz new acquaintance u he smith
cry.
Fine evening. squire" ss'd Malachi,
sIeighlDg gill be- 6rtrs,e TO morrow, u
II oOntinuss 10 come down this way.