Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-04-11
EBENSBURG, Pi. WEDNESDAY, APRIL II, 1860.

listing in the same brigade.
Her project was fully resolved upon and
Immediately put into execution
After securing suit of male attire as near
her own size possible. she severed her
long and jetty locks. dressed her hair like a
mans, and purchasing horse she set off
three days after, alone, to offer her services
to the noble Marion. Her offer was accep-
ted, and 1.-THE, active stripping was added
to the corps to which her lover belonged.
The contrast between the stripping and these
men, iEsthei- uncouth garbs. massive faces.
| emorowned and discolored by rain was indeed
| striking. But no one was SO eager for battle
so indifferent to fatigue, as the fair-faced boy.
twas found that his enegry of character,
resolution aud courage, amply supplied his
| lack OF phisique. None ever suspected him
| to be a woman. Not even Jasper himself.
although he was often by her side, and pen.
etrated her disguise.
The romance of her situation, increased
the fervor of her passion. 1t was her delight
to reflect that unknown to him, she was ever
! by his side, watching over him in the hour of
danger.
Her passion was fed by gazing upon him
| in the hour of slumber, lowering near him
when stealing through swamp and thicket,
and being always ready to avert danger from
his head.
But gradually there stole melancholy pre-
sentiment over the poor girls mind. She had
been tortured with hope deferred, the war was
prolonged, the prospect of being restored to
him grew more uncertain.
But now she felt that her dreams of hap
piness could never be realized She became
convicted that death was about to snatch
her away from his side; but she prayed that
she might die and he never know to what
length the violence of her passion had lee
her.
1t was An eve before battle The camp
had sunk into repose, the watch fires were
burning low, aud only the slow tread of SEN
tinels fell upon the profound silence of the
night air, as they moved through the dark
shadows of the forest. Upon the ground,
with no other couch than a blanket. reposed
the warlike form of Jasper. Climbing vines
trailed themselves to canopy above his head,
through which the stars shone brightly.
= The faint flicker from the expiring embers
of fire fell athEart his countenance, and
tiuged the cheek of one who bent over his
couch. 1t vas fbe smoothe faced STRIPPING
she bent low as if to listen to his dreams,
or to breathe into his soul pleasing dreams of
love aud happiness.
But tears traced themselves down the fair
ones cheeks, and lay upon the brow of her
lover.
a mysterious voice had told her that the
hour of parting had come; that tomorrow
her destiny is consumated There was one
last, long look, and then the unhappy maid
is seen to tear herself from the spot TO weep
out her sorrow in privacy.
Fierce and terrible is the conflict that on
the morrow RACES on that spot. The fore
most one in the battle is the intrepid Jasper,
and ever by his side that light stripping var
rior. Often during the heat and the smoke,
CLEANS suddenly on the eyes of Jasper the
melancholy face of the maiden. In the thick
est of the light, surrounded by enemies,
fought the-iovefs side by side. A lance is
suddenly levelled at the breast of Jasper; but
swifter than the lance is the smoothe-fa faced
warrior. There is wild cry, and at the feet
of Jasper sinks the maiden, with the life blood
gushing from the bosom, which has been |
thrown as shield before his breast. He did |
not hear the din and danger of the conflict, |
but down by the side of that dying body he |
kneels.
Then, for the first time, does he learn that |
the STRIPPING is his love; that the dim visions. |
in his slumber ofan angel face lowering above |
him, had indeed been true. In the midst of I
the battle with her lover by her si0e. and the !
barb still in her bosom, the heorine maiden |
dies.
Her name, her sex and her noble devotion,
soon became known throughout the corps.
There was fearful group gathered around
her grave-there wasn't one of those hardy
warriors who did not bedew her grave with
tears.
They buried her near the river Santee, in
bod al yal
had been stolen out of paradise