The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1861-05-01

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exclaimed; and, turning to him, said calmly
1--WE part now but we shall meet again.,
"Whas would my child ?" inquired h
eagerly, and gazed anxiously upon her fact
ASK not now, she repliei, my father, no
now, but pray fsr me and bless me-but no
with thy last blessing.
He again pressed her 10 his heart, an
wept upon her neck. In few minu.es tn
jailer entered, and they were torn from tn
arms Of each other.
On the evening Of the second day afte
the interview we have mentioned, wayfar
ing mSn crossed the bridge at Berwick
from the north, and proceeding along Mary
gate, sat down to rest upon bench by tn,
door Fan hostlerie on the south side Of tn,
street, n ally fronting where what was call
ed the 'anain guard then stool. FTc die
not enter the Inn. for it waS.above hisappar
ent condition.; being that which Olvel
Cromwell had made his head quarters a, few
years before, and where, at the spmcwha
earlier perio,i, james the Sixth Of Scotland
had taken up his residence, when on hi,
way to enter upon the sovereignty Of Enr
land. The traveller wore close ierkin
fastened around his body by leather CIR
die, and over it a short cloak Of equally plain
materials. He was evidently young man
for his beaver was drawn down so as aim ,s,
to conceal his features. In one hand he car
ried small bundle, and in the other a pil
grim's staff. Having called for a glass o
wine he took a crust of bread from his bun.
die, and, after resting few minutes, rose Ia
depart. The shades Of night were setting
in, and it threatened to be might of storms.
The heavens were gathering black, the
clouds rushing from the sea, and sudden
gusts of wind were moaning along the streets
ac' 'ompanied by heavy drops Of rain, and
the face Of the Tweed was troubled.
"Heavcn help thee, if thou intendest to
travel far such a night as this" said the
sentinel at the English gate, as the traveller
passed him and proceeded to cross over the
bridge.
In few minutes he was over upon the
wide, .desolate and dreary moor of Tweed.
mouth, which for miles presented desert
of f'lrze, ferne and stunted heath. with here
and there dingle covered with thick brush
wood. Slowly he toiled over the steep hill,
Drawing the storm, which now raved with
the widest fury. The rain fell in torrents,
and the wind howled as legion offamished
wolves, hurling its doleful and angry echoes
over the heath. Still the stranger hurried
onward, until he had proceeded two or three
miles from Berwick, when, as if unable
longer to brave the storm, he sought shelter
amid some crab and bramble bushes by the
way side.
Nearly an hour passed since he sought
this imperfect refuge, and the darkness of
the night and the storm had increased to.
gether, when the sound of horses feet was
heard madly splashing through the water
along the road. The rider bent his head to
the blast. Suddenly the horse was grasped
by the bride the rider raised his head, and
the stranger stood before him, holding a
pistol to his breast.
"Dismount, or die ~ aid tl&tranSer,
sternly.
The horseman, bonumbcd A3d Stricken
with fear, made an effort to reach his arms.
but in moment the hand of the robber.
quitting the bride, grasped she breast ofthe
rider, and dragged him to the ground. He
fell heavily upon his face, and for several
remained senseless.
The stranger seized the leather bag which
contained the mail to the North. and ffing:ng
1t on his shoulders. rushed across the heath.
Early on the following morning. the in
of RerSyick were seen hurrying in
groups to the spot where the robbery had
been committed, and were scattered in every
direction over the moor, but no trace of the
the robber could be obtained.
Three days had vet passed, and Sir John
Ccchrane had lived. The mail which con.
tanned his death-warrant had been robbed.
and before another order for an execution
could be given, the inte. accession of his father,
she Earl of Donald, with the Kings confess
sor, might be successful.
Grizelle now became his constant compan-
ion in prison, and spoke to HIM words Of
comfort. Nearly fourteen days bad passed
since the robbery Of the mail had been cons
nitted, and protractei hope in the prisoner
became more bitter than the first despair.
But even that hope, bitter as it was persisted.
The interccssions Of his father were unsuc-
,essful. and the second time the bigoted,
naughty monarch had signed the warrant Of
MS death. and within little more than day
hat warrant wonld reach his prison.
"The will Of Heaven be done ~ groaned
he captive.
"Amen !" responded Grizelle, with wild
rehemence Shut yet my father shall not
fie.n
Again tie rider hal reached the moor, Of
and the second time he bore
With him the doom OF Sir John Cochrane:--.
lie spnrred his horse to the utmost speed
,e looked before. behind. and round him,
md in the right hand he held pistol, ready
o defend him. The nom shed CHASTITY
ight acrossthe heath, which was only suffi-
ient to render desolation dimly visible, and
gave spiritual embodiment to every
hrub: He was turning an angle of strag-