Des Arc weekly citizen., 1867-05-18

prODaDlHty WOuiu put ttcr out VI lht way as well. They had evidently learned the valuable load he carried and meant to carry fl in his stead.
 ssNeAcr mind his being asleep. Up, and show us where he is at oncc," re- piled Gallus, roughly, in answer to Polly. &
 'But can call him, good sirs," said the woman, calmly, though there was alarm in her soul. % ss
 "Call him !" call r growlcd tile william with fierce oath. "You call him. and you will be called to another world Quick! show us the way"
 Tho mild eye that could aim an un- erring bullet at the forest beast. did not even bctray the thoughts of the wo- mans soul, nor did look tell her meaning. Shcwas very pale, but did not trcmblc.
 '.This way, if you plcase,' she whis- pered.
 And as she spoke she turned towards the door of the little bed room pantry. She didn't 'topcn it until both medwcrc close behind her.
 "Don't you hear him breathe ?" she asked.
 ssYcs, returned both of the williams. and they heard q breathing, but it was a child.
 As they thus answered her, she threw the door open--itsopcncd inward. The men saw dark void but they pressed forward. In m instant Polly Burnap leapcd back. Gallns was upon his heels. With all her power the noble woman threw herself against the rear man and the next moment both of the robbers lay sprawling ontlc cellar bot tom.
 This had been tho door opening 10 the deep excavation, and the only means of egress was by aperpcndicular ladder. Could this have been moved, Polly wonld have pulled it up inmc- diatciy, but 1t was spiked to its place. snd she must let it remain. To close the door would be useless, for she had not ready means to fasten it. She did what slie had resolved upon from the first; slc sprang to tho fire place and caught tho trusty rife, and cooking it she moved towards tho open door. She heard the curses of the williams as they reached the ladder, and She knew they had found it.
 Back !" she cried, as sAe saw head above the threshold. The candleupon the table threw but dim light upon the spot. but it was sufficient.
 She saw the robber raise pistol.-- She had htsband--a chfld---and had set herself 10 save the Carrier. With these thoughts dashingA through her mind she pulled the trig4cr. A sharp report went ringing hro,kgh the house and its echo was 2 deep grban from the ce,lar.
 Ere the second robher could show Morton rushed into the room with a pistol in each hand.
 ''What is it ?" he cried.
 sstThcre, shcre!" gaspcd Polly, point ing to the doorway, where n savage, rough looking face had just presented itself.
 Lant Morton had been too much .ac- customed to danger to waste time in and immediately shot the william dead, who fell with heavy sound upon the cellar floor.
 "Are there any more?v he asked, cooking his pistol.
 sAnd so you meant to save me, re- marked the carrier, as Polly hesitated.
 sYcs, ycs-I did. Yes, that was it."
 And as soon as the noble woman had sufficiently recovered, she told him the whole story. a
 Morton expressed his thoughts as best he could; but after all, the ,nois- turc of his light eye, tho changing of his countcnance, and very lack of lan- guage, told her more than words could have done.
 After due deliberation it was decided that the bodies should remain there un- til morning. So the cellar door was shut, the front door bolted, and they prepared to retire; but for the rest of the night Morton made his bed npon the floor of the large room.
 In the morning, just as the carrier was dressed, there was . rap on the door accompanied by voice he knew fulI well. He hastcncd to open the door and gave entrance to Jacob Bur nap.
 The hunter had met with a party of traders at Lewisburg, and disposed of all his furs to them, thus finishing .his journey six days earlier than he had anticipated.
 Polly was soon upon her husband s bosom, and when he had told them his own story, Morton gave him the ad- venture. ~
 Jacob was at first incrcdulous, but when he had seen the bodies he was satisfied.
 sPolly, my jewel,' hc said, placing his arms aronnd hcr neck, T am proud of you. I love you more and more for every day find More to love-. And then turningto to Morton, he added:
 swliat do you think ofsuch n wife, Lant!"
 "Ah," returned the guest, with deep feeling "H poor Lant had stlch a wife he wouldn't be a mail carrier"
 When Morton left, he was directed t., ot,.1 af fh.. ftrct cafflanent and sfafss