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

IL WIS on the Wllds OF w lssahlCKOn, on
the day of battle, as the noonoday sun
came through the thickly clustered leaves,
that two men met in deadly conflict, neas
the reefs, which rose like the rocks of
some primeyal 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 a muscular form, clad in blue frock
Of the Revolution, is 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 a murderer of Paoli named
DELANEY.
They met by accident, and now they
fought. not with sword and rife, but with
long and deadly hunting knives, they
struggling twning and twisting on the
green sward.
A. A. last the Tory is downtown on the
turf, with the knee of the Continental up
on his breast-the appraised knife flashed
death in his face!
Quarter yield" gasped the Tory, as
the knee was pressed upon his breast spare
me, | yield.
My brother said the patriot, in tone
Of deadly hate, my brother cried for quar-.
Ter on the night of Paoli, and even as he
clung to your knees, you struck that
knife into his heart. @, will give you
the quarters of Paolir And, as his hard
raised for the blow, and his teeth were
clenched with deadly hate, he paused for
a moment, then pinioned the Tory's arms,
and with rapid stride, dragged him to
the verge of the rock, and held him quiv-
esing over the abyss.
Mercy asred the Tory, turning ashy
pale by turn, as that awful gulf yawned
below Mercy have wife and child
at home-spare me-
The continental, with his muscular
strength gathered for the effort, shook
the murderer once more over the abyss.
and then hissed his bitter sneer in his
face.
MY brother had a wife and two child |
rem. The morning after the night OF Pa
oil, that wife was widow, those children
orphans. Would you not like to 20 and
beg your life OF that widow and her Or
phansy
The proposal made by the Continental
in nnockely and bitter hate, was taken in
serious earnest by the terror-stricken To,
ry. He asked to be taken to the widow
and her children, and to have the privi-
lege Of begging his life. Alter a moments
serious Thought, the parrot consented-
He bound the rory's arm still tighter,
placed him on the rock again, and led him
to the woods. 4 quiet cottage, embossed
smong tree, broke on their eyes, They
entered the cottage There. beside the
deso.ate hearth-stone, sat the widow and
her children.
She sat there, 4 matronly goman of
about thirty.three years. with face sha~
ded by care, deep, dark eye, and long
black hair, hanging in disheveled state
about her shoulder. IN one side was a
boy of some six years, on the
other side girl one year younger, with
light blue eyes. The Bible-an old and
Venerable youme-lay open upon the
rnothsr's lap. And now The pale faced To-
~ flung himself upon his knees, and cons
fessed he had butchered her husband on
The night of Paoli, and begged his life at
her hands.
Spare me fol the sake of my dear wife
and chnd-'
lie had expected this pitiful moan
would touch the widows heart, but
not one relenting gleam softened her
ber face.
The lord shall Judge between u.s. she
said in acold 10y tone that froze the myr.
lerers heart. Look, the Bible ;s in rov
tap; | will close the volume, and this how
hall open it, and place his finger at ran.
lom upon line, and by that YOU shall
i've or die
This was o strange proposal, made in
God faith of wild and dark superstition
n olden times.
For q moment the Tory, pale as
shes. was wrapped in deep thought
'hen in faiuting voice he signied his
,,onsent.
Ra'sing her dark eyes to heaven, the
1dtother prayed to the Great Father to di-
OCT me finger of her son She closed the
.Sook--she handed il to that boy whose
p'eek seddened with loathing as he gazed
pon nr fathers murderer. He took the