The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1862-01-10

He turned, and saw slave in crimson
velvet approaching
"Ho, minion!'' he exclaimed, "bri1g sha-
wing water, and order breakfast"
All thro' the heavy watches of the puf-
pie night, while the lilies lay, immobile as
planets, on the odor fainting tom-tom sang
eauberant to the sleepy, juice laden cream
tufts of the white magnolia.
But no; Miss Prescott has a copyright
on all that sort of thing.
All night, let me say, then, quite plainly,
while Don Rantanquero dreamed of his love,
Glorianna, she sat in her bower on Penmsyl-
vania Avenue, and gazed afar out over the
rnurky shades of Washington, to where the
lurid camp fires of the brave Eleventh Pom
soons hurled back an angry glare upon the
heavens. As day broke, she could see by
the dawn's early light, the Star Spangled
Banner, that was so proudly hailed at the
last beaming Of the twilight: although du-
ring the night the red glare of the rocket
and the bombs bursting in air; had given
proof that the flag was still there.
"Long May it Wayew
EAldrch1
ooh, Banquero oh, my love" cried
the MAIDEN, rubbing her left ear show long
must we dwell in loneliness apsrta''
This occurring at the moment when our
hero uttered his loved ones naine; vas re-
garded as very remarkable coineidenee,and
was frequently referred to the several years
aiterward, by those who were curious in
such manners.
The door Of the bower was suddenly and
angrily thrust open, and young man en-
tered.
"What in thunder are you calling that
feller your love for!" said this young
man.
Il was disagreeable person, who, being
rich, was to marry Glorianna: She didn't
want him for a husband, but her father was
obdurate. He was a tough old cuss.
"Avaunt, base villain y cried Glorianna
II loathe thee. By heaven, l swear it! I'm
hand me? Death before dishonor! Ha
hap
who's techin' of yer?'' asked the ricl
villain, whose name was Peter.
At this moment the sullen roar of distant
cannon was heard, some miles off.
"Go," exclaimed the maiden; "your coun
try calls! Who but poltroon would lin
ger, when the deep voiced cannon speaks
Why tarry here in case and luxury?"
Il do know" replied Peter; Il DON
seem to keer much about this war"
The peerless beauty cast upon him gaz
of withering scorn, that made his hair sizzle
and blistered his nose a little.
"Don't get riled," said he.
"Go, then, and win name in the field Q
blood and glory"
"Not any"
| "Leave me!'
."Not till you promise to forget your foo
ish passion for Don Rantanquero"
"Desecrate not that name with your sol
did breath!' cried Glorianna, and her eye
flashed SO that neighboring rooster though
ii was sunrise, and began to crow.
81 will have his blood p roared Peter.
Glorianna wept. She wept good dea
Peter drew "a jewel-hilted poignard frol
the bosom of his dressing gown, and bral
dished t in the ali.
"Ere one hour has elapsed" said he, 9Th
we'p'n shall drink at the fountain of h
heart!'
The reader will observe that this youn
man u.ed imperfect language. The reaso
was that he was uneducated. He was boz
of poor but honest parents, and had mac
his foffune by writing for the religious |
pers.
He started to leave the room, but Clio
anna clung to him;
.'stay-stay," she sobbed; atake not
dear, SO noble llfe."
"Tll bat you in the eye remarked h
"ef you don't let 60 o me"
| She sank in q swoon and corner:
Half ain hour later, Peter stood in the te
of Senior Don Kantanquero de Boom jim
ling. That mighty warrior lay on so
asleep. The brandy he had taken at brea
fast WAS little too much for him.
With stealthy movement Peter DIRE
near, and raising his glitteeing dirk high
!, the air, down it came with an unerring al
and frightful force!
Let us draw veil over this sad sect
-Tanity Fair