The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1862-05-02
The Restored,

the day Of battle, as the noon-dav sun
came through the thickIy clustered leaves.
that two men met in deadly coufict near
the reefs which rose like the rock OF
some primeval world, at leas: one thous.
and feet above the dark waters o. the Wis
salmon.
The man with dark brown face, and
darker gray eye, flashing with deadly
light, and a muscular form clad in a blue
frock Of the reyoution-is q continental
named Warren.
The other man, with long black hair
dropping along bis csdaverens face, is
clad in half military costume OF tory ref
ugee. This is murderer of Paoli, named
Delaney.
They met by accident and they fcucht,
not with sword and rifle, but with long
and deadly hunting knives they strug>
gIed, twining and twisting on the green
sward.
At last the tory is downtown on the
turf, with the knee of the continental upon
his breast--the upraised knife flashed
death in his face.
"Qnarter. Yield" gasped the tory
as the knee was pressed upon his breast,
"spare me. Yield
My brother" SAID the patrio. soldier,
in that tone of deadly hate. "my brother
cried for quarter on the night of Paoli,
and even AS he clung to your knees YOU
struck that knife into his heart. 0, | will
n 1,ortop of
And as his hand raised for the blow
and as his teeth were cIeLchel with dead
ly hate, lie paused for moment, then
pinioned the tory's arms, and with n rap>
id stride dragged him to the verge of the
rock, and held him quivering over the
abyss.
"Me:cy!' gaspeL the tory, turning
ashy pale, as the awful gulf yawned below.
" Mercy , have wife and child at home
spare me-"
The continental with his muscular
strength gathered for the etfor1, shook
the murderer once more over the abyss,
aud then missed bis bitter sneer in his
face:
Ny brother had wife and Two chill
dren. The morning after the night of
Paoli, his wife was wido~, those chill
dren orphans. Would you not like to
60 and beg your life OF that widow and
her orphans. -
The proposal made by the continental
in mockery and bitter hate. was taken in
serious earnest by the terror stricken tory
He begged to be taken to the widow and
her children, AMI 10 have the privilege of
begging his hfe. After moments Sc
rious thought, the patriot soldier consent
ed, He bound the tory's arms still tight
er, placed him on the rocks again, and
led him TO the woods.
A qniet cottage, embossed among trees
broke on their eyes. They entered the
cottage.
There beside the desoate hearthstone,
sat the widow and her children. She sat
there, a matronly woman Of about twenty
three years, with face faded bv care, a
deep dark eye, and long black hair hang
lug in disheveied state about her shouI-
ders. On one side was dark haired boy
of some six years, on the other side girl
two years Younger with light b,ue eyes
The bible-an cid and venerable volume
lay open upon the mothers knee. And
now the pale-fac tory flung himself
npon his knees and confessed he had
butchered her husband on the night Of
Paoii, and begged his life at her hands.
"Spare me for the sake of my wife
child"
lie had expected this ptiful moan woe
touch the widows heart, but not one re
lcntng gleam soitened her face
The Lord shall judge between u.s."
she said, in a cid icy tone that froze the
murderer's heart, Look the Bible is
10 my lap; | will close tue volume. and
this boy shall open it, and place hls finger
at random upon line--by that you shall
live or die"
This was strange proposal, made in
good faith Of a wild and dark superstition
of oldea times For moment the tory
pale as ashes, was wrapped in deep tho'l,
then in a ft!nting voice he signitied his
con eat.
Raising her dark eyes to heaven, the
mother prayed 10 the Great Spirit to di>
rect the fingers of her son. She closed
the book handed it to The boy, whose
checks redeemed with loathing, as he TOOK
the Bible, opened It's pages at random,
and placed bis finger on Il verse.
Tie was silence The continental
soldier, who had sworn 10 avence his
brothers death, stood with dilated ewes
and parted ips The cuIprit kneeling
u.on lie floor, his face like discolored clay
felt his heart leap to bis throat.
Then in clear. bold voice the widow
read this iuv from the Old Testament.
It was short, yet terrible;
That man shall dtc!'
Look the brother springs forward to
plunge knife into the mardefer's h5arl,
6u. the tory pinione,! as he is, ciings to
the widows kuees lie begs that one
more trial may he made. by The little girl,
with the golden hair aud laughing eyes
The widow consents. There is an aw =
fl;I pause. With smile in her eve with
out knowing what she Ia doing, the little
girl opens the Diule As il lies on her moiL
er's knee; she turned her face away and
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