Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1865-09-12

bout seeing it did"
She stepped out into the open path. M Gin
Icy called her back but she made no answer.
You shall not tonch him ; ho is wounded
mau."
Iloty toity, pretty mistress Wen see
about that. He killed my boy in th' fight, he
did Little chap was drafted in las week. He,
lyin' back thar 'mong the tents. III have my
pay fur that Didn't tho little fellow lIe an
groan? An III see him lio an groan an send
him whar he blongs yer mought jes' as well
make up yer mind tot frs as las, An
wouldn't screech Of ! was you, cause it won'i
make no odds ter me.
He laughed, wipng his dripping bayonel on
his sleeve. | suppose most women would have
fallen on their knees a this crisis, havo pleaded
and sobbed, wrung their hands, and made allu-
slons TO bis wife or his mother also to somC
faint possibility termed his better nature. Mar
garet Bronson read the british instinct OF re-
yenge in the mans face too thoroughly for that
she knew Il would be but wasted time, an / time
was precious.
She stepped up to him, with her fingers claspet
on her deathly weapon as steadily as they had
clasped it oil that horrible night
"Margaret
1t was M'Ginleys anguished voice. Sht
heard it. The an wiping his bayonet, looked
into her white, still laca with dull wonder.
"What ye up to? I'm goin' to work now
Z" You are not going to touch him. y
That ere's purity talk, mistress, when
dropped dead O. purpose for the chance TO rul
him tsrough-ye-ry purity talk
Step back there If you como another. steI
vou ara a daad man -
" Should be sorry to fight gal have don't
it, though, fore now an gal or no gal, III pu
an eend to the chap. Here, you Yank III
time to be a sayin' your prayers -
The bayonet cleaned within yard OF Mar
garet BrOnson's heart.
. Either you or | are dead before you stir,
she said The red ligh. struck full on her face
Margaret Margaret
She quivered little; but her eyes did not
move from the steel that flashed just then in 1
moonbeam.
M'Ginley, trying to crawl to his feet, fell, re
peating her name over feebly. lie could no
reach her She heard him groan. She wa
very pale, but she stood like statue.
The man laughed as men will laugh upon &
volcano.
"Oome, come, my pretty FIRE brand ; | reck
on we've had enough Of this ere play"
The bsyonet flashed the face darkened he
threw up his srms, and, with an oath that she
heard on still nights for years and years Of hel
life, fell backward down upon the rocks.
The Doctor, coming out Of the parlor where
they had laid M'Ginley on the couch, found Mis-
Bronson washing her hands.
You're not ct il again You were doing
that very thing when came out after the ban
dages, Miss Bronson"
She laughed
"I don't know. Was II had forgotten it. y
- You are too white let me feel your pulse
should like to know how you managed to get
him down here?
81 believe came down after Dan and CSar
didn't |? Let me think yes-that was 1t.
believe ! am little tired"
"A baby would give up the ghost with such
a pulse you must have stimulGnt. Do you
know that you can not stand ?
Yes, can nothing is tho matter. shall
do very WE'LL
But she sat down weakly, and leaned Der fore
head on her hand.
You don't ask how my patient is, Miss
Bronson?
1" supposed you would not wish to be an-
moved with questions in dangerous case"
alt is not dangerous; 1t is o severe flesh
wound and slight fracture, but with suitable
care there's no danger about it. He is quiet
now-comlortsble, he says. lie wishes to soo
you"
She roso slowly
Are you sure
ais it very impossible supposltiOn when
you have saved his le2 My dear Miss Bron.
son, you are somewhat mazed By your nights
work, surely shall insis! upon IL gleU OF
brandy
No, you are very good would rather not
II you are sureIhe wishes to see me will go in.
She went n-not as Miss Bronson had ever
entered her own parlor before her step was
faltering perhaps tmid.
Margaret.
She came across the room at his call, and
stood beside him with her head bent, her hands
folded tightly into each other. The crimson
stains on her rich dress, her falling hair which
she had neglected or forgotten to arrange, and
the flutter Of her dropping eyeds, were in sharp
contrast to her usual elegant repose. Yet
think she was not the less beautiful. Perhaps
to Robert NJ Ginley she was not les, imperial,
Margaret" he said, feebly, L" wanted to
zee you"
She sank down on the floor so low that she
could look up into his face, and he saw in her
eyes what he had never seen there before -tears
Margaret Why, Margaret
sudden light shono in his pallid face per
haps it dazzled her she bent her head,
" Are you sure you wanted to see me "
&" Margaret, look at me. y
She looked at him.
"i thought she trembled in every nerve,
this woman who had gono into battle with a
smile" thought you would not want to see
me. was alrald you would always think OF
me up there 10 the blood and smoke, il seems SO
terrible now it is over. | wonder If shall ever
forget it7 "
"You seem to forget that you saved my lite, -
huskily.
The words stung her somehow.
" DO not want you to be grateful to me"
She turned away her head-not haughtily,
but very humbly it dropped again so low that
her hair fell over her face,
Margaret"
She stirred little.
Margaret, have loved you great while,
but | never loved you as did tonight
She looked up with squick smile that broke
like sunlight all over her iace-a tender, happy
smile like child's. She looked up, and sim.
ply spoke his name but Robert NJ Ginley knew
then, and from that hour ho never doubted that
she had no wish on earth 80 dear as his hOppi-
ness, no JOY so sweet "a his love.
CunpRgNs SAYISGs.-We have two or three
original anecdotes, which amusingly illustrate the
literaness with which children apply the knowl-
edge they gain. A little boy, on the occasion Of
a thunder storm, when the sun was suddenly
nlnnhah acclaimed q How nuick God takes The