Vicksburg weekly herald. (Vicksburg, Miss.) 1868-1883, 1870-01-01


sleep. while Arr. Fenton sat and
knit, and rocked the cradle, and
sighed for Harry, until the small
hours Of the night.
Her dodgers seemed harmless.
enough, but the little woman wa
lerribk afraid Of them. and had
made up her mind she would moi
sleep q wink that night.
But, at last, tired nature asserted
her claims so strongly that she
without undressing, lay down on
the bed with baby on her arm.
Scarcely had size fallen into al
easy slumber, when she was awak.
ened BY a rushing Of the bed cloth
ing.
The light she had left burning wa,
extinguished, but by the struggling
m0onbeams she saw the strange
woman with the baby in her arms
just moving away from the bed
With shrieks Of alright she .prang
up.
Il will not harm the babe. | have
only come to restore him TO Eis
rightful position. He IS a prince.
whose enemies have stolen him
away. | pardon your unintention-
al treason, COOL woman, for the
sake ofthe Kindness you have shown
me, but attempt not to hinder me,
as you value your liie!'
The woman's voice was fierce and
threatening, and while she neld the
babe with one hand, in the other
she brandished 4 large carving
knife.
Mother OF Moses! what would
We be dom wild the child 7" and
Pat, who had been awakened by the
noise, came rushing into the room.
'Ha! hal the woman yelled,
throwing the infant upon the bed.
ola! ha! I've found you-villaip,
traitor, catif. Never again shall
your base tongue betray a prince
You shall die like a dog" and she
made a lunge at him with her
knife ; but he succeeded 10 parrying
the blow, and, clutching her throat,
bore her 10 the floor.
Well II was then for Patrick Gal
ligan, that nature had given him
strong muscles, and that they had
been well developed by hard work,
otherwise he could never have
overcome his adversary, who
fought with almost superhuman
strength and ferOcity. Once she
plunged her knife into his shoulder,
almost up to the hilr, but the
wound only maddened him, and
wrestling the weapon from her
grasp, he wounded her 50 severely
that she lay as one dead.
"Now," said Pat, rising aud wip-
ing the mingled sweat and blood
from his face, nov, mum, yer safe
But fear less the bloody craytur
comes to life agin, wen take some
ropes and lie 1t to the belpost."
20, Pat, is she dead p
Dead, is Il? lie jabers, ! think
The divil is nather dead, nor u she.
But I'll soon learn the rights Of the
matber." and Pat thrust his hanl
under the Loosely fitting dress,
somewhere in the region that be
supposed the heart wat 10 be
BE gorra!" he said, las | telled
We, she's a man, and there's nivcr a
fear Of her dyin'."
10, If Harry were here!' moaned
The little woman, who, now that
the worst was over, felt a deadly
creeping over her.
What's the trouble 2" asked a
manly voice and BY the light
Of the gray dawning, Mrs. Fenton
her husband entering the
kitchen door. With q little cry,
sue slagseTeu JoWaru hlHlt ana lel.
lainting in bis arms.
The next day the madman-ior
such he was-was conveyed 10 the
asylum for the insane, from which
he had escaped by Disgusting him.
female apparel. Soon alter
Mr.. Fcntom sold his farm and pur-
chased u mercantile business in Il
pleasant village. Pat KEEP; his
and never worked In the
any "winther Arthur the
wan" finding it more profitable and
pleasant to be Mr.. Fenton's man.of
and to enjoy the comforts
II Mrs FentOn's housekeeping.