Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1861-03-20
THE RESTORED.
A THRILLING REVOLUTIONARY TALE

name.
1t was on the wilds of Wissahickon, OF
The day of battle, as the noonsday SUI
came through the thick ly clustered leaves
that two men met in deadly conflict, nea!
The reefs, which rose like the rocks O
some primeval world at least an hundred
feet above the dark waters of the wissa-
hickon.
The man with the dark, brown face and
darker gray eye, flashing with deadly light,
and muscular form, clad in a blue frock
Of the Revolution, is a Continental named
Warren.
The other man with long, black hair,
dropping along his cadaverous face, is clad
in the half military costume ola Troy Ref
ugee This is murderer of Paoli, named
Delaney.
They met by accident, and now they
fought, not with sword and rifle, but With
long and deadly hunting knives, they
struggling, twining and twisting on the
greens sward.
At last the Tory is downtown on the
turf with the knee of the Continental up-
on his breaSt-the upraised knife flashed
death in his face!
Quarter | yiellp gasped the Tory, as
theknee was pressed upon his breast spare
me, yield.
Ny brother said the patriot, in tone
Of deadly hate, my brother cried for quar-.
Ter on the night of Paoli, and even as he
Sung to your knees, you struck that
knife into his heart. O, | will give YOU
The quarters of Paoli = And, as his hand
nlsed for the blow, and his teeth were
aenched with deadly hate, he paused for
Amoment, then pinioned the Tory's arms,
and with rapid stride, dragged him to
Ihe verge of the rock, and held him quiv-
ging over the abyss.
Mercy gasped the Tory, turning ashy
pileb turns, as that awful gulf yawned
sOw, Mercy have a wife and child
st home-spare me-
The Continental, with his muscular
'reHsth gathered for the effort, shook
The murderer once more over the abyss.
and ihen lisscd his bitter sneer in his
he.
Ny brother had wife and two child
zen. The morning after the night of Pa
| oil, that wife was widow, those children
Orphans. Would you not like to go and
beg your life at that widow and her or
.hans
The proposal made by the Continental
in mockeiy and bitter hate, was taken in
serious earnest by the terror-stricken To,
|V, lie asked to be taken to the widow
| nd her children, and TO have the privi-
ege Of begging his life. Alter a moments
serious thought, the patriot consented
| de bound the Cory's arm still tighter,
placed him on the rock again, and led him
to the woods. A quiet cottage, embossed
'mOng trees, broke on their eyes. They
entered the cottage. There. beside the
deso.ate hearth stone, sat the widow and
her children.
She sat there, matronly woman of
ibOut thirty-three years. with face sha-
dsd by care, deep, dark eye, and long
black hair, hanging in disheveled state
about her shoulder. IN one side was q
darkhaired boy of some six years, on the
O'her side girl one year younger, with
light blue eyes The Bible-an old and
venerable volume-lay open upon the
mothers lap. And now the pale faced To
y flung himself upon his knees, and cou-
essed he had butchered her husband on
The night of Paoli, and begged his life at
Asr bands.
Spare me foi the sake Of my dear wife
and child
He had expected this pitirul moan
would touch the widows heart, but
bot one relenting gleam softened her
her face.
The Lord shall judge between u.s. she
aid in cold ley tone that froze the MUIR
deTers heart. Look, the Bible is in my
mp | will close the volume, aud this boy
mall open it, and place his finger at ran
aom upon line and by that you shall
i've or die
his was a strange proposal. made in
good faith of wild and dark superstition
aolden times.
For a moment the Tory, pale as
4Aes, was wrapped in deep thought
'aen in falnting voice he signifed his
consent.
Raising her dark eyes to heaven, the
mother prayed to the Great Father to di-
N' The finger OF her SON She closed the
O0Ok-she handed it to that boy whose
Oueek reddened with loathing as he gazed