The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-08-15

ger GU her rosy palm, and falling into tina
double language in which an honest tongu
b takes its first stumbling step in deceit.
Madam, the substance of your commu
nication is false" observed Captain Bernard
rather pleasantly than otherwise dropping
his hat, drawing out his jeweled snuff box
and refreshing himself with pinch of smut
in the most elegant manner possible.
Sir" cried the rustic Mause starting
violently, chow dare you say so?''
Il judge by the color of your sleeve, mad
am. No honest woman wears such a sign
on her arm," he replied, with sheer; and
he snatched up one of poor Mause's cam
brio rufhes on which was foul stain OF
blood, not yet dry, from Legs-my LEAFS sword
cut.
Mause gave loud dismal shrek, and
fell at the Hanoverian's feet, praying "NIer-
cy! mercy" clinglng to his knees, almost
dragging him round with his back to the
glass door, where, as he touched her, she
had seen Legs.my LEAFS inhamed face glazing
through the panes.
But in another instant the glass was bro
ken with crash, the door flung open, and
Legs-my-lea staggered in.
Il am your prisoner, captain. Get up
Mause, you quean, and do not beg grace of
any loon. Hands off my wife, sir l sur
! render"
In the doting passion of his honeymoon,
Legs my-lea was half furious that Mause
should abjectly crave even his life and lib
erty from another man. He would prefer to
have the English officers hand cIapped on
his shoulder, though that grippe should lead
him to the Tolbooth and the dark Tower of
London with its purple block in the dis
lance, than that white-ringed fingers should
ruf1le the plumage and brush the bloom
from his darling. Captain Bernard looked
from one to another with his rapid glance.
He arranged the top of his hair foppishly;
but as he did so he exposed to view above
the jeering lip and the thin nostril that
quivered excitedly, frank, open brow
You are my prisoner, Legs-lny lea, he
said plainly, e but it may be better for you
than if you had fallen into our hands later
in the day, as you assuredly would unless
you had fled forth of Scotland, when |
might have had less power to protect you
Now, all that l insist on is, that you lie
still in your own house in the town until
your wounds be healed, and afterwards that
you hold yourself bound not to bear arms
against King George for year and day,
when, as think there will be no other
rince or standard left in Scotland for.you to
fight for. AS for you, madam, and the
soldier smiled on Mause with the sweetness
of brave mans smile,-'on some sunny
day to come, either here in your own house,
or in the house of Demands Court, in Eng
land, trust you will take back your hard
words, and grant that there are honest men
and pitiful men as we'll as knaves, DULLES
and cut-throats, who wear my uniform"
Not on one sunny day alone. but on days
of rain and frost, at home and abroad, Mause
admitted humbly, and thanked God on her
Bonded knees for the husband of her youth
and the father of her BARNS, that in the
ranks she had condemned, the wheat grew
stron 6 stemmed and full cared along with
the tares. In proof of the statement Scotch
men still tell how James Wolf raised his
sickly stern head and defed Bluff Bill to the
face when he received the order to stab the
prisoners aud the wounded men, laying
thick as herds of cattle and fallen leaves on
the black spring heather of Drummossie
Moor 81 am soldier" answered the hero
of Quebec, mot an executioner."