Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1859-05-11
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"You are too brave, too generous 7" an
swered Jessie, with emotion. "You ex-
pose yourself ncedlessly You have too
much contempt for danger"
"There is no such word as danger when
battle for the safety and honor of
Jessie Burnside"
"Too chivalrous too chiyalrous! !" ex-.
claimed Jessie.
81 can't quite understand this silence"
said llut!er, approaching Hazelhurst,
"WaX my flax, if / don't believe the
critters has got enough on't!" said Podi-
jah, "You see they can't stan near so
much hammerin' as folks can as are
tghtin' for liberty. A few right smart
knocks takes the starch right out of 'em."
"They're towards if they don't try it
again." returned Hutter. "There'sa doz.
en- Of 'em, at least, and they ought to be q
match, in the course of natur,' for four -
but we've got something within us that
they haven't-love of friends, home coun-
try and justice, See what work they've
made of your house, Miss Jessie; the win
ders are riddled, the doors broke, the fur
piture ruined, and everything at sixens
and seyens."
1--WE love LaurelwOod," replied Jessie,
"but we love the cause of freedom better.
The destruction of property will grieve us
but little, if valuable lives are spared and
the Tory miscreants punished"
Punished ?-be assured that tthey willw
exclaimed Paul Hazlehurst. Heaven is
just Some Of them are even now reapng,
the reward of their vilainy. Look at
those expiring wretches who fell near the
door. Listen to their means of anguish
What thought have they to comfort them
and soften their pains of dissolution p
They die-a horror to themselves and ev.
cry loving mind. What a remem-
brance the Tories of South Carolina will
leave to postcrity."
The word Tory will be the synonym of
infamy," said Judith.
Tho night had set in quite dark, and OBJ
.iccts could be seen at a short distance on
ly. The tress looked dim and misty in
the nocturnal gloom. Tom Hutter and
his companions strained their eyes in ev.
cry direction in search of their foes, but
without discovering them. Thesurround-
ing scenery was as quiet as if it had never
been disturbed by the sound of human
conflict; nothing broke the quietude save
the groans of the wounded in the house.,
and, at long intervals, the cry of wolf i'm
the tangled hedges of Laurel swamp
The fears Of the young ladies began to
an assurance-faint and tremb-
ling, at tirst-that those lawless men had
retired and would not return to renew
the conflict, took possession of their minds.
A glow of hope returned to their pale
checks. AS their own danger grew less
imminent, in their estimation, feelings of
compassion for the wounded Tories visited
their hearts They would have produced
lights to examine their condition and
make medical applications, had they not
been cautioned by their more experienced
defenders.
Half an hour elapsed. The silence con-
tinued unbroken. Tom Hutter was not
at ease, but walked about neryeously,.
casting prying glances from one window,
then from another. He was suspicious
and unsatisfied. He knew that they had
suffered loss, but not enough to prevent
brave, or persons of even ordinary hardi-
hood, from making further attemps.
Paul Hazehurst at first shared Hutter's
but finally joined the ladies,
confident that there was no immediate
danger to apprehend.
81 can't comprehend itw muttered
IIutter, in perplexed manner. There's
alters mischief goin' on when folks are
STILL"
That's about my own way o'thinkin',"
Podijah, who heard Toms re-.
marks. "The most mischief is done with
the least noise, 'cording to my experience
fust and last, here and there, by and large.
as the world goes. Did you ever go a.
courtin,' Mister" .#
81 never did," said Tom. ......
"Well, that's aboutthe stillest work you
can find, | reckon, though sometimes,
there's heap % business done"
clark !" said Tom. m
81 don't hear nothn' but Paul and tho
gals. Paul's ruther sweet on one of 'em,
/ should say, though 'twould be hard
TO choose atween 'em. Wax my fax, if il
wouldn't '.a
at strikes me" said Tom, chat the air
is growing hot and oppressive. Listen be
quiet there, Paul and the gals"
Each of the parties became attentive
A Kissing, roaring sound was heardover.'
head. .... ...I r....
The house is on fire !" cried Hutter.
"Some of the blood-thirsty villains have,
effected an entrance through the roof
The scout rushed up stairs and threw
open door. A dense volume of smoke,
mingled with flame, met him and drove
him back. Beds, garments, everything
combustible had been piled in a heap and
fired The straw, the feathers, the linen,
were like tinder; it needed but q sparl,
to kindle the mad blaze, and that had
been applied some minutes before by
cunning and malicious hand
Scorched by the furious element, and
half suilocated, Hutter mounted tho
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