Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1860-08-21

1OIne OOlQlV, SAID the WIDOW, as sue
rose 10 greet the stranger. She has gone
to her room. You come but tardily, Ru-
dolph.
No faul, of mine, mother, said the
young man, who wore the gaudy garb
of British officer Blame the swollen
ford and the storm. See that, he contin-
ued, throwing down his heavy military
! cloak, drenched and dripping
You have brought your troops2
More than enough to capture ten reb-
els, were one Washington himself, said
Captain Rudolph. for whom his mother 5
influence had procured a British comms-
sion. You are sure Horace Sinclair is
IN the summer housel
Would to heaven | were as sure that
the arch rebel of all, Mr.. Washington,
were there, said the widow sternly.
Twice have heard his signal to his
lady love, the dainty Cora, who may
have heard it also, but cannot divine ,ha,
It's her lover summoning her 10 a tryst
of my making. The letter | wrote him
he has deemed his Cora's impIoring him
| to hazard even life itself to meet her this
night III the lcnly summer house. Have
lOu SOt q Nho pam Will SOu'
He is below, in the dining hall, pay
! ing homage to porter and sherry, said
Rudolph. He knows why he is here
to make me married man. But, moth
er, can you with all your skill, force
Cora Valame to become my wifea
You shall see, was the firm and cold
response. She must, TO secure the VAL
| lame estate to US. She loves her horse
| more than she does you, and values the
little finger of Horace Sinclair more than
ten RuGoiphs-
Aye-we know all that, said Rudolph,
as his pale and dissipated facevgrew as
scarlet as his uniform. She shall learn
to love me better, though now she may
hate me as | hate her father.
Your hate was gratihed, my son, if
report speaks truly, said the widow
Some say II was Rudolph de Vere's sabre
that Glove the head of George Vallame-
And made my mother an inconsola-
! bic widow, ha, ha! laughed the young
villain. We met in battle, and he was
my father only in name.
Report also says he had spared you in
the frs, of the fight.
| More fool he, then, said Rudolph.-
Did not you bid me, ere we parted, to
t forget all ties that might lead'me TO spare
4 rebel, no matter who he be-
Silence, we waste time. You were
rash
Never chide the hand that fulfilled
your commands, sneered the son, whose
lofty post and reckless courage should
have clothed a nobler spirit. You wear
/ led of the man-your every sigh told of
your souls bondage. In fair open bat
tie | freed you. See here.-this gap in
my sabre was made when it bit through
Nallame's steel cap, and gave you-ay
and me-freedom.
He barred his dragoon sabre as he
spoke, and held it boastfully before the
face of his mother. She grew a shade
paler than her wont, as she passed her
white fingers along the keen edge, and
started visibly as her touch found Jag
ged. saw like spot near the point.
Enough, Go capture Horace Sinclair
she said, Withdrawing her hand, with a
slight shudder. Bring him hither bound.
When you return let the chaplain be
with you. Cora shall meet you, and ere
you part shall be your wife. | shall soon
tame her. Go!
Her reckless son left her, and she
rang a bell as he departed.
Tell Miss tallame, said she 10 the
prompt servan, who answered her call,
that desire her presence Immediately
The servant, a tail, stout woman in-
deed, but trembling in that naughty pres.
ence, hurried 10 obey. She soon return.
ed. bearing a lamp, and followed by the
lovely orphan, whose pale beauty and sac
air, as we'll as her dress of mourning
told of grief and sorrow, but full as lofty
IN her port as her step-mother. Cora
Naliame silently bowed her head as she
entered, and with defiant glance seem
ed TO demand why she had been sum
moned.
Wai,, was all that the widow said. and
as she spoke, loud shouts, pistol shot,
and the clash Of steel reached her ears
Cora glanced uneasily towards the
door and then 10 her step-mother's face
The face was pale, the lips compress
ed, but its expression was firm and de-
termined. Ere long Rudolph threw
open the door, and was followed by twc
British dragons, who escorted ysunl
man clad in the uniform of a Continen.
tal major of cavalry. A short, Ill look.
ing man in black brought up the rear
Horace. and a prisoner! exclaimed
Cora, almost swooning with surprise.
The same, said Rudolph, fercely, with
a bloody cash that scanned his cheek.
The rascal has slain two of my best
men and wounded twice as many. Bat
be sha die the death of a spy.
My uniform proves that | am no spy
said Horace Sinclair, as his bright brown
eye, full of honor and courage, beamed
with unspoken love upon Cora's agitated
face. l have fallen into a snare, and
am prisoner o. war-no spy. Cora
did you write me a summons to come hith.
/ ers
Never, Horace, never, said Cora, in
aslonishmen,. 'Tis some trick of this
OF mine, said Madame Eallame sharp
F.. lv. Come, we have no time to loose
! Cora Eallame, you see that gentleman
IN black! He is the Rev. Charles Fair
weather. He is here 10 make YOU the
wife of my son.
The wife of your sons meanest troop
er l shall be sooner than his. exclaimed
Cora.
Consent, said Madame Vallame, or
see Horace Sinclair hanged upon the
tree where you and be have so often