Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1862-07-04

men you will meet, to take down thei
flag, stop playing Yankee Doodle, anC
come up through the lane with you, anC
they can get every one of these men
, Don't let the grass grow under your feet
boy
The wind had brought to her ears
what it never whispered those drunken
men, that instead of their comrades, their
sternest foes would be around them.-
And all her energies were directed to
keep them in the ignorance SO fatal to
them.
Meanwhile Tommy's tow head shot
over the moving, over the wall, through
the narrow lane, reached the great road
Just as a mounted band of men came in
sight. He mounted a stump waved his
jacket, and the foremost among them
stopped.
What is it, boy?"
Marin wants your fling men to stop
playing that thing, and hove down that
ere flag, and come up to our house
through the lane. Come on
He was starting, but Zagonyi stopped
him. ! don't understand, boy; what
does she want?'
Tom was indignant. Wants you to
nab some seceshers up TO our house,
but you needn't come if you don't wanter.
Something in his face struck one of the
men and he said, Who is your marin,
boy?'
Lucy Dudly?'
Go ahead, major shouted the fellow.
She's true blood they shot her hus-
band a month ago.
Zagonyi, followed by portion of his
men, wheeled into the lane, trying to
keep Tommy in sight; and soon they
came in view of the low house, and the
noisy mirth of the confederates was dis
tinctly heard Armstrong never sus-
pected, even ordering Mrs. Dudly to
show 'em right in She went to the
door and they needed not that she should
speak; her piercing, eager look told
everything. They surrounded the room
Zagonyi's clear voice ordered those in-
side to surrender, while at the same mo.
nent, the fifer gave an exultant-- F.,
Yankee Doodles come to town, Yankee Doodle I
Dandy
Armstrong saw the trap, and fired
lis revolver, hitting the grey-haired old
grandmother, leveling her with the
ground. Nobody noticed the shot ex-
.epting Tommy, and as he held her
bleeding head on his knees, he never
he'd a tear but he is on one of Commo-
lore Foote'S gunboats as powder-monk-
y to day, and he never hands a charge
put he thinks of that terrible hour.
)ne or two on both sides were wounded, L
ut the struggle was soon over, and the u
ebels marched out bound together with u
Id chains, which the boys very gladly
Dund. Zagonyi must take the prisoners s.
With him, for meh couldn't be spared to s.
uard them, and as they were all in front Il
the door before starting, Mrs. Dudly, d
Tho knew every inch of the ground in u
le vicinity, undertook to tell them a Il
carer road to the town. They did not IT
nderstand her hurried, nervous direc-
ons and she started as if to 60 with p
lem then she remembered her dying g
Iother, and drew back, calling Tommy hi
ON the sufferers side to take the place ca
her stead. la
But the dying woman's faint voice cl
opped her. You go, Lucy he might T
axe a mistake he will take care of me, la
I'd we will keep the old flag flying ar
The reserve in the lane by Zagonyi's B
der had already came up, and Lucy ri,
Ily staid to kiss the pale lips and pre- be
ous face, and then she mounted her own
out mare and led the way. She guided of
EN- safely in the intricate path up to frc
e very edge of the path, where, accord ha
3 to Armstrong; talk she knew the We
ly foe were hidden. 1t was the very bu
OF Zagonyi wished to be in, and she ha
d saved him a long stretch of danger ety
S road. Then she fell back to the a {
sr, just as Zagonyi's eager eye took in be,
, whole of his position. Desperate fro
hat will he say, what will those men lar
who have been taunted with being wa
iday soldiers on the pavements of St. of
uis bo,
Soldiers, your war cry is Fremont
! the Union. Draw sabre, by the b.,
BIT flank, quick trot, march," ,ho
His voice, shrill and intense, pierced
,ry heart, and as those bright swords
tered in the sunshine and the little 'ne
Id sped to their deadly work, wonder i"N
that Lucy Dudly's brown mare kept O'''
place, as eager as her mistress to do "oi
liant work. That battle will always a q