The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-09-20
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the way, if ye aint partiklar bout seeing
it did,
She stepped out into the open path.
M 'Ginley called her back but she made
no answer.
You shall not touch him; he is
wounded man.
Hoity, hoity, pretty mistress We'll
see about that. He killed my boy in tn
fight, he did. Little chap was drafted in
las week. He lyin' back thar mong the
tents. I'll have my pay fur that Did
mt the little fellow lie an groan! An
I'll see him lie an groan, an send hlm
whar he b'longs yer mought .ies' rs well
make up yer mind tot frs as las. An
[ wouldn't screech eff | was you, cause 1t
won't make no odds ter me-
He laughed, wiping his bayonet on his
sleeve lsuppose most women would have
fallen on their knees at this crisis, have
pleaded and sobbed, wrung their hand.
and made alusons to his wife or his
mother ; also to some faint possibility
termed his better nature. Margaret
Bronson read the british insticnt Of re-
venge in the mans face too thoroughly for
that; she knew it would be but wasted
time, and time was precious.
She stepped up to HIM. with her fin
gers clasped on her deadly weapon "a
steadily as they had clasped it all that
horrible night
Margaret !!
1t was M'Ginley's angrished voice.
She heard it. The man wiping his bayo-
net, looked into her white, still face with
dull wonder
What We up to? I'm goin' to work
now
You are not going to touch him
That 'ere's purity talk, mistress, when
dropped dead o purpose for the chance
to run him through-very purity talk =
Step back there! Fyou make another
step you are dead man.
Should be sorry to fight gal; have
done it, though, fore now an cal or n,
gal, III put an eend to the chap. Here,
you Yank it's time to be a sayin your
prayers
The bayonet cleaned within a yard of
Margaret Bronson's heart.
Either you or | are dead before You
STIR she said. The red light struck full
on her face
Margaret! Margaret =
She quivered ittle but her eyes did
not move from the steel that flashed lust
then in moonbeam.
M'Ginley, trying to crawl to his feet,
fell. repeating her name over feeblv. He
could not reach her. She heard him
groan. She was very pale, but she stood
like statue.
The man laughed as men will laugh
upon volcano,
Come, come, my pretty fire brand |
reckon we've had enough of this ere
play
The bayonet flashed the face darken-
ed; he threw up his arms. and, with an
oath that she heard On still nights for
years and years of her life, fell backward
down upon the rocks.
The Doctor, coming out of the parlor
where they had laid AI'Ginley on the
couch, found Miss bronson washing her
hands.
You're not at it again. You were
doing that very thing when l came out
after the bandages, Miss Bronson.
She aughed-nervously.
Il don't know. Was /! had for
gotten it,
'You are too white let me feel your
pulse. | should like TO know how you
managed to get him down here?'
/ believe | cam down after Dan and
Caesar, didn't | Let me think yes
that was it. l believe | am little tired
"A baby would give up the ghost with
such pulse; you must have stlmulant
Do you know that you can not stand ?
Yes, can; nothing is the matter. I
shall do very we'll
But she sat down weakly, and leaned
her forehead on her hand.
You don't ask how my patient is,
Miss Bronson ?
Il supposed you would not wish to be
annoyed with questions in dangerous
case
1t is not dangerous; it is a severe
flesh wound and slight fracture but with
suitable care there's no danger about ii.
He is quiet now-comfortable, he saws.
He wishes to see you.
She rose slowly.
Are you sure!'
1t Is a very impossible superstition
when you have saved his lite? Ny dear
Miss Bronson, you are somewhat mazed
by your nights work, surely. | shall in
sist upon a glass q brandy
NO, you are very good; ! would rather
not. If you are sure he wishes to see me
| will 90 in
= She went in-not as Miss Bronson had
q ever entered her own paror before; her
= step was fal'erng, perhaps timid.
} Margaret.
2 She came across the room at his call.
! and stood beside him with her head bent,
Z her hands folded tightly into each other.
The crimson stains on her rich dress, her
5 falling hair which she had neglected or
forgotten to arrange, and the futter of her
t dropping eyelids, were in sharp contrast
Y to her usual elegant repose. Yet think
she was not less beautiful. Perhaps to
: Robert NJ 'Ginley she was not less i'm
Il