The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1870-07-07

was the heroic answer.
q" see Won are rebel, too, Miss
Heath. But here comes the Colonel, -
said Rawdou, as he saw that worthy
coming from the stable.
They entered the houso anil wont
into Il room TO hold II consultation.
Kate thought that they might have
something important to say. 50 she
concluded to play the part OF the
cave,-droppcr She told her mother
Of her intention, who approved Of it,,
and Kate placed herself in a position,
to hear the Briton's plans.
II was dangerous undertaking.
aud she knew that il she was caught in
the act of listening, she would be treat
ed rs II spy and perhaps executed. for
Lord Rlwdon knew m mercy. She
cautiously approached the door and
looked through the crcvicc Rlwdon
and his Colonel were seated at a small
table on which lay their maps. They
wcrc examining them closely, while
Rawdon was explaining to the Col
oncl.
"lIerc Is Grcenc's camp sld he,
i"aud here is ours. We must make a
bold strike, and ir il hc successful,
Greene will be destroyed.
d" don't SEQ why it should not sue
coed, my Lord.
No; it our troops fight as well as
heretofore, wc shall succeed said
EnwloU, his face assuming trium.
plant expression.
" shall feel happy when these
cursed rebels are driven away IRON
North Carolina, and then their rule
will he over said Colonel Roberts.
We must crush Greene, Colonel.
do not wish to 20 back to England
and let it be said that | was out-Scn-
craled by rebel No, never" cX-
claimed Rawion, risin. to his feet.
Then We make the attack at day
break, do We not ?" asked the Col
oncl.
We do; have your regiment ready
aud make your mcn fight like de-
mons
"Lct us go now. But hold what
is the countcrsign for the rickets to-
night, my Lord.
" Englanl,' ansyed Lord Rawdou,
lowering his voice.
Kate listened to the lIriton's plans
with wild, throbbing heart and she
resolved to save the patriot army.
When she heard the coun;crsgn, she
left the door. aud busted herself with
her household duties, anl soon tho
two officers emerged from the room.
We mus, go Miss Heath, but first
scc,' said Lord Rawdon--
Iour thanks are received" ans
wcrcd Kate.
The horses wero slidled and the
officers were som Oh their way
. Kate watched them until they were
out of sight, and then prepared for her
pcrilpus journey. She threw II shawl
over her head and went TO the sta
bic. Her ilcct-!ootcd horse noighcd as
she entered and, she plttcd him ON
the head aud said:
Well, noble Sclim, you must carry
me through tonight, for il you do not,
Greene will be destoycd."
Our heroine saddled Sclim. led her
from the stable, and was soon riding
towards Greene's camp which was
eight miles distant. She rode swiftly,
for she wanted to reach the destination
in time to let the patriot general form
his men for the assault.
The British picke,s are four miles
distant, aud she would be compelled
to pass through the lines, but as she
was in possession Of the countorsien
she did not fear the result.
Soon Kate saw the picket's bayonet
CLEAN to the moonlight, and heard
him cry out
"Who goes there ?"
"a friend. with the countersign.'
She approached tho picket aud whis-
pered A" England
"All right, pass on. But stop y
cried the picket, as he caught aglinpse
of her face.
Kate stopped he horse and laid her
hand on her pistol. The picket APP
preached her aud said
"Is that you" Miss Health p
"lt is, Guy" returned Kate, for she
recognized the soldier to be Guy Jack.
son, who had often visited their house.
Where are YOU going to night,
Miss Kate ~ he asked.
Il am going to see Mrs. Blake, she
is very sick"
"Just like you, Miss Kate-always
visiting the sick ; you are minister
ing angel" said the naughty Briton,
"Thank you for the compliment,
Guy. But l must bo gone-good
night And Kate was again on her
journey, whilo the picket returned to
his post,
She had to pass four miles ere she
would be safe, so she urged her steod
on. Before she had gore q hundred
yards from Guy Jackson's dozen
mounted Britons rode fnriously up to
the picket, and their leader cricd out /:
"Did any person pass this post a
short time since -
eyes" was the picket's reply.
"Do you know who it was ~
"I do. IL was Miss Heath"