White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1858-06-17

determined to take advantage of the first
I pause of the storm to withdraw from the
shelter of roof, which offered so preca.
rious hospitality, and make his way al
once to the end Of his journey, where he
might rest in safety.
i Well, my FRIEND" began the better
looking of the two individuals, thrusting
his papers into Gfawer, and taking his
seat in front of the fireplace, / see you
have not escaped without wet Jacket.
Join me in a social glass, and it will no;
be the worse for your health. Here, Sto-
ker, set out our decanters and glasses
upon the sideboard."
Stoker hustled about TO perform the
bidding of his superior, looking for all
the world in his immense blue overcoat
like some diminutive dog emerging from
under a carpet. All three were soon
standing by the sideboard with their
glasses filled.
al give You toast" said Michael's
host, with a meaning and malicious
smile, as he raised his glass -" His
gracious majesty King George the Third.
Success to his BANKER wherever it is
spread"
Michael laid down his glass, and calmly
regarded his host and his companion,
while they tossed off the toast gleefully.
Permit me now to give you toast, I"
said he, raising his glass from the board,
while his eye flashed with pride; George
Washington, the Continental Congress,
and American Independence %
al" That is toast to which freeman
can drain his cup %
Little Bill Stoker, almost petri6ed with
establishment at the audacity of our hero.
looked from his companion to Michael,
and from Michael to his companion, as
though looking to see the latter annihilate
him for his temerity. That individual,
however, so far from fulfilling the antici-
pations of his subordinate, bit his lip
with modification, and with an irresolute
air passed his hand over his beard, yet,
at the same time casting a side-long
glance towards the corner of tho apart
ment beyond Michael, where couple of
rifles were leaning against the wall. The
watchful eye of our hero at once detected
the signifcancy Of his glance.
But my FRIEND" said his host, aver
ting his eye from his fixed and steady
gaze, edo l understand that you are not
friend to King George ?"
Michael's heart began to beat thick and
fast. The name of that misguided king
had become odious and hateful to every
lover of his country, and our hero, of an
impulsive and excited temperament, was
not one to dissemble his sentiments, espe-
cially when such discrimination involved
recantation of those political principles
in the maintenance of which he would
have suffered msrtyrdom. Sooner would
he have torn his tongue from his mouth
than have given utterance to so degrading
and hypocritical an avowal as that of
allegiance and respect for king against
whose power he had sworn to do battle
while the breath of life was left him.
"a friend to King George ?" he ex-
claimed with honest indignation. "Nay,
God forbid that I should be the tool of so
odious and despicable a tyrant. Look
around you, and neglected fields, ruined
homes, and vast host of bleeding mar
tyrs proclaim his tyranny. No l am
foe to him and his government; and God
grant that his contemplate and bloody
tools may meet with the fate they so
richly merit p
"My good SIR answered his host,
"you suffer yourself to speak too freely.
Such language might not prove agreeable
to every company into which chance
might throw you."
"And what signifies that ?" answered
Michael, bluntly Z" think you lam khave
or poltroon enough to fall in with the
humor of the hour, and measure my Ian
guage to suit the ears Of traitors and
cravens. On my soul. 1 shall ever speak
as think, even if / stood before the
tyrant George himself"
"But have you no fear Of the failure
Of your rebellion" asked the other red
dening with irritation" visions Of
halters in perspective to such of you as
the sword may spare ?" a~
Rebellion. sir do you talk to me Of
rebellion {" responded Michael. while an
angry flush began to burn upon his cheek:
" and who are you who presume to brand
our holy resistance to tyranny with the
name Of rebellion ?"
Theeye of the tory-for such he indeed
was-quailod before the firm and angry
glance of Michael. and for a moment be
looked around at his companion. hesita-
ting and doubtful as to the manner in
which he should reply to the peremptory
and menacing language of Michael.
al might well object to the tone and
manner in which you demand my name"
answered the other, shifting, as if casu-
ally, his position, so as to place himself
between Michael and that corner Of the
apartment where the firearms stood.
/" but since you appear urgent for more
intimate Acquaintance, know that my
name is Robert Harrison. Nay, you need
not introduce yourself" he continued,
observing our hero to start at the mention
of his name, and wishing If possible to
intimidate him by following up one sur
prise with another" you need not intro
duce yourself; you are already well
known to rs as Michael Allscot, the rebel
follower of rebel camp, now by lucky
chance thrown into the hands Of those
who will deal with you as a traitor y
Little Bill Stoker was overcome. with
iov at the surprise which the tory leader.