The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-04-29

tain me from my post, and General Van
Rensselaer, must find another messenger.
We are sure, in tho position we are placed
Of decisive victory. Even were tho force
the English bring against us double the
numbori il is, victory is certain, IL cowardico
or treachery do not prevail, | will then
procure leave Of absence for few weeks,
and return here Immediately TO ask your
fathers consent to our union, aud will then
conduct you and Miss Aylmer TO New York
where will have to leave you, dearest,
he added, pressing his lips to her fair fore
head, under the care Of my mother, until
this war is over and | do not think it
will bo of long Duration
But my father, Howell, will not per.
haps give his consent to what you propose,
said Florence, looking up i'll his face mourn
fully.
"He will, dear Florence, he will | have
not the least doubt of it, do not wish to
wound your feelings, love; but it appears
to me rs if YOU were q sort of q clog, that
prevented your father from at once Joining
the British. Loving you 80 tenderly, he
can not bear to part from you; while, at the
same time, his attachment to the English
prompts him to join them. But, after Sir
Isaac Brooks defeat which look upon as
certain--for can not think Hull viii rem.
der his name infamous--he will the more
readily agreo to what propose, and will
then, no doubt, procure passage for him
self in one of their vessels for England
for he has no thought of becoming y SOL
dier, believe-the only place he will be
in security, with his sentiments, until peace
is concluded"
Florence tried to believe with her lover
that all would end we'll that there was no
danger Lazy OLear would have it in his
power to implicate her father in any plot I;
and his assurances that, when he returned
to Detroit, he would have him strictly watch
ed, seemed to calm her mind. But poor
Florence had not told all the annoyance
persecution would be the better word--she
daily suffered from her parent, to gain her
consent to cross the Niagara with him to
Queenstown, where Sir Edgar Lee, who had
procured tho commission of Colonel in the
English army was now stationed /; nor that
he had written several letters to her, which
she had only taken from her fathers hand
that she might be certain they were de-
stroyed, as they would furnish evidence
that ho held correspondence with the enemy;
thinking, if there did eriSt any that were
more reasonable, his prudence would cause
him to leave no proof of it but that Lazy
OLear was tine agent employed she felt cor
tain. All this she could not bear to tell
Howell as she knew it would distress him.
lie had heard other rejection OF Sir Edgar's
suit but had no thought of his again renew
ing it, or that her father still favored it,
She knew she could depend on her own
iirmness and decision in refusing to cross
the American border, as well as in refusing
the English nobleman, and she thought it
best not to mention the subject. Nor did
she tell him that OH Henry's last visit to
the Hill, her father had tried to brho him
with captaincy in his Majesty's army, and
his consent to his immediate marriage with
the beautiful Miss Aylmer, to whom he was
engaged " if he would but take part with
the country of his ancestors" as he was
pleased to term it. Her brother had indig-
nanty refused and the Coloncl's anger
seemed still greatly excited against him.
Florence locked all this in her own bosom
OF only talked it over with Mary, who was
almost as indignant az Henry at the propo-
sal
" But, dear Howell, you havo had no re-
freshments," said Florence, driving those
thoughts from her mind and observing he
looked fatigued. She rang the bell. Itwas
answered by Mrs. Jones herself who said
as she entered
Il have had supper prepared in the
dining-room, Miss Florence. | thought it
likely that Master-Captain Meredith,
mean-had not suppcd."
THANK you" replied Florence that
was kind and thoughtful"
And, taking lIowell's arm they proceeded
to the dning-room, where they found the
good housckeeper had some excellent cof-
fee and hot cakes prepared, with variety
of preserves. AS it was her preserving
week" she said, ' she hoped the captain
would take some of each kind. She was
sure he would, if he only loved them as
well as he did when she first got acquainted
with him" Howell laughed, and promised
to do his best. The birds SO nicely cooked,
which she pressed him to eat, ''were shot
that afternoon by Minesto."
Minosto !" said Howell. "I had almost
forgotten him. How is the poor fellow
Does he still continue to live here and al
Arcadia, alternately, as / understood he had
done while was in Europe2"
=" He does" answered Florence But
of late he is much with us. 1t is very sim
gnlar,' she continued, but there appears
to have taken place an almost total change
in his nature for it seems he has but once
NlSlteu Illb llbt SlWCt We lOunu MN III lie
wood. He is often in Lewistown, where
he sometimes takes fish and game to dis
pose of, when he has taken more than we
can make use of. He still retains his at
tachment to you, and frequently inquiries
after the young chief, his good white
brother. he has been in town all day,
believe has he not, Mrs. Jones ?"
" Yes, Miss Florence, and the most part
of yesterday"
/ shall probably see him, then" said
Howell, when go back to camp"
And he and Florence, returned to the
drawing-rOom. when, observing that the
clock was pointing to eleven, he prepared
to depart after again trying to cheer her
with the hope of his speedy return and
pressing her warmly to his heart, he was
soon Oh his way to the boat, where he had
left Gotlieb. As he approached, he per-
ceived another figure standing on the shore
talking with him. 1t was Minesto who,
when he saw Howell came forward, saying:
"Minesto is glad to see his white brother.
The young chief is well; he walks straight,
and does not see the snake trail in the grass.
Minesto sees"
am glad to see my brother" replied
Howell. "The Great Spirit has not given
the white man eyes like the red, to see the
serpent's trail but he has givin him cour-
age and strength to kill traitor" For
Howell had pondered on all he had heard
from Florence of Lazy O'Iear, and had
rightly guessed the Indian alluded TO him.
"Yes, pale-faccd traitor and robber has
gone before the young chief to Detroit"
said Minesto, and his dark eyes seemed to
flash FIRE as he proudly drew himself up,
adding, "The hatchet Of brave drinks the
blood of all enemy as the papoose does his
mothers milk" He turned to go, saying,