The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1864-07-15

oh, General, honeyw she cried, "sure
ye won't break open my little room
| have the kay somewhere wait
one mint !" And the little clear
starcher fumbled desperately in her
pockets and in the bosom of her dress
vowing the while, as we'll as she could
speak, that it was "tbe Lord sent her
back from her errand in time to pre-
vent her little place from being
smashed y Still the poor creature was
so frightened and so confused that it
was not until the General, losing all
patience, had again called for the crow
bar, that the key at length made its APP
pearance in answer to despairing dive
into the depths of a capacious side
pocket.
1t was snatched from her, the door
was flung open, and the men poured
in. In moment every nook and cram
ny was ransacked, in vain There was
no trace of the fugitive, and they were
completely at fault. The window shut,
and bolted ON the inside, precluded any
idea of escape in that direction; the
fire cheerily burning IN the large CRATE
as effectually proved that he could not
have assembled the chimney; he was
nowhere in the room, yet there was
plain to all beholders the aperture III
the ceiling by which he had got down
And louder than the cries of the angry
soldiers were those of the little clear
starcher, whose apartment had been
so unceremoniously dis6gured. The
would-be captors were baffled; they
swore that they were batflcd by the
devil himself
But the Evil One had no need
even were he so inclined, to interfere
in the matter The little Protestant
clears tarcher had contrived very cley-
erly to outwit the soldiery That she
lcdS odd in her ways was certain: fol
while every man, woman, or child, ex-
cept herself was in connection on the
arrival of the military, she remained at
her wash-tub, rubbing away, and lis
tening to the uproar and the blows
overhead as if nothing at all unusual
were the matter. There she was, when
the ceiling gave away, and the pool
hunted Frenchman, pale and covered
with dust, stood before her She
never cried ont, or even spoke; she
Just looked at him for n second, then
pointed to the open window; he sprang
out, and FASTENED off in the direction
she Indicated The little woman
busted the window sill where he had
left the prints of his feet, shut the win
dow, bolted it on the inside, threw
some fresh fuel on the fire, slipped out
locking the door behind her, and min
gled unobserved with the people in tho
street.
/ Whoever the Frenchinan was, he
was saved When he jumped out
through the window, he made of
across a garden, ON through other gar
dens, out into field where some mel
were digging potatoes. These seeine
him rusming, and has ~lross ali torn
guessed how it was, and one of then
gave him his jacket, another hi'
brogues, another his caubeen, and they
rubbed clay over his hands and face
and otherwise aided his disguise
They put a spade into his hand, ano
set him to dig with them. By-and-bl
the soldiers came to make inquiries
and were sent off on a wild goose chase
after gentleman without hat whom
they said they had seen running in al
opposite direction. The soldiers never
found him. and the fugitive got saf'
back to France. 1t was not right.
known what he was: some said on'
thing, and some another; but from
what Gen. Duff cried out when the sol
diers wanted to fire down on him, /
was believed it must be somebody o
great consequence. The poor peopl
said it was the King of France.