Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1868-09-30

never shot at anything, though, for all that
several birds went right by him. didn't
dare 10 speak, thodgh, for he looked SO stern
"By and by he turned and saw Captain
Gallon in another part. He swore, but that
] took no notice Of
mWe'l beat this wood again before lunch
he said so Of course we all came out after
an hour or two, during which the Squire
missed everything. We all went back to the
wood again.
Here the old keeper paused, and drew a
deep breath
What's coming, sir he said, has never
been out of my mind since day or night for
fifty years, | assure you.
We came back to the copse, and were all
put in our old position, and the Squire told
the Captain to take the holly ride again.
90 | suppose Dora will be here soon with
the luncheon, he said with laugh.
g" Soon enough--soon enough, said the
Squire, with dreadful sort Of laugh, and
his black eyes cleaning like Goals.
"' The shooting went on, and suddenly a
shot sounded from near the holly ride
What's that /? said the Squire suddenly.
"' Captain shot cock, sir, outside the
copse, and Dick Smith quietly winking at
me, knew how savage the Squire was at men
changing positions.
"Here comes Miss Dora, she's going
through the holly ride
"What,' screamed the Squire, as he wheel
ed round and saw her. Dora Dora not
there Back for heavens sake, back y
But she didn't hear him, for the SPAN
iels were in full cry, and the heaters voices
drowned the Squire's
q" Dora = he screamed, sir--yes, that's
the word-'stop You're
Before be got the word out there was
little report like pistol--a wreath of blue
smoke curled upward from Miss Matland's
feet, and she fell--fell, with her pretty white
dress all streaked on the bosom with blood.
&C. All, sir, >" said the old man, shuddering,
at makes my heart cold even to think of it,
ran up and lifted her she moaned
once when we raised her Her sweet face
was all white and pinched with pain.
But Captain Cation came up, like a man
struck dumb He knelt down and drew her,
poor girl, ON his breast and laid her poor
head there as if she was a tired child.
"The surgeon of the village was out with
h,. iAo NdhN UPS SIT, un We stOuN Iuuuu,
rough fellows as we were, all sobbing; he
knelt down and looked at the wound, and
then sir, shook his head
Meanwhile the Squire was being held by
two men, cursing, swearing, and tearing the
grass, cursing himself and his birth, and call
ing on somebody to blow his brains out, and
they dragged him into the bushes so as not to
be heard by the dying girl
" She looked up at her lover once, and her
sweet blue eyes were all dim. Do you know
the glazing, flmy look that creeps over one
dying from gunshot wounds? All, it is
enough to break ones heart.
She caught her breath several times.
Her lover kept his handkerchief over the
wound, but itdid not bleed much outwardly
only you could see her going and she looked
so beautiful, just like a wax mask, sir, white
as lilly.
50 Poor poor Freddy !" she murmured,
and put her little hand on his heart
GO My darling be said, and then he gave
such a sob that seemed to tear his very heart
up sir.
"' Kiss me- my own she said, as her beau
tiful, dimming eyes, with their last look of
love, we're turned to his cant see-its
all dark, but I'm on your bosom Freddy,
dear--on your bosom-love.'
" These words she murmured one by one /;
and then she gave a long sigh and it was all
over.
HE took her up, with such an awful look
Of grief ON his face that he seemed turned to
stone. He'd let no one touch her, and he
carried her in his arms home.
"'She said she was on my BOSOM" he said
in voice that you wouldn't have known for
his; and then he walked on like man in
some dream.
"Well sir there is no more to tell The
Squire only lived two years, and died in a
mad house
(" He had set a spring gun in the ride,
meaning it for the Captain, As for the Cap
tain, he went to the East Indies, heard, and
died That's my story, sir"