The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-01-13

\ TALE OF THE DUTCH WAR OF INDE.
PENDENCE.
CHAPTER II.
Hy tho Author of Letters of a Monomanisc.'

he uuil IlBuN VI uiulHiuS "uo iueI
becoming visible in the East as Van An
deriin, fully armed, and bearing 10 his
hand a massive halberd, quilted bis
chamber, and stepped as lightly as his
heavy pauoply would permit, along a
dimly lighted corridor. On arriving at
the door opening into Que of the side
apartments, lie paused and seemed to
listen ,ttentively. There @as no sound
stirring, save the rustling OF tall pop
lar that grew near an open window on the
opposite side of the corridor, and which
was now shaken by the frs cold breath
jags Of day. She Sieers, he exclaimed
and then casting his eyes upward, seem
Ell for few moments absorbed in prayer.
lie turned 10 depart, paused, listened
acaip. and murmuring, | mus; see her.
opened the door gently and entered the
apartment.
Agnes lay upon her bed, wrapt in
profound slumber. The anguish Of her
bsart had Welded at length 70 the oblivl
influence thar counterfeit death that
for the time Of its endurance 50 effectu-
aliy relieves Us from all care aud sorrow.
Her pale cheek betrayed no traces Of
tie tears which late had washed it; her
eye was shrouded beneath its snowy lid,
and her parted lip almost smiled in the
deep tranquility which overspread her
countenaQce
Fair blossom : murmured the father,
as he gazed, how lovely art thou 10
t1y Innocence and beiuty-- like
that gentle Que who bore thee Surely,
thou art too pure, too innocent, too
beautiful, TOO much the image of that
goodness that o'erspreadB the universe,
to be blighted by the savage touch Of
mans blood-spotted tyranny. Yet It's a
bitter task to leave thee in thy helpless.
ness the father struggles hard in my
bosom to drown all other calls. But it
must not be: to Him who rends the oak
and spares the rced-to Him who made
the beautiful. and good, and helpless
TO Him do commit thee fare thee
we'll
He stopped and gently placed his
fps 20 her brow her spirit seemed to
recognize her fathers presence, for a
smile played upon her face, and, gently
nurmuring his name, she opened her
eyes. The sudden vision Of an armed
man by her bedside started the waking
girl, aud faint scream escaped her lips;
but immc 1iately Recognizing her beloved
parent, she stretched out her arms, and
with the tenderest anxiety inquired the
reasons Of bis presence az such an hour,
and so equipped.
| 20, love- be said, to repel the
tyrant's attack for have been given
to understand from sure iuformer that
be will assault our walls at day break y
The terrified Agnes arose in her bed
at these fearful words, and, throwing her
white arms around her fathers neck be.
sought him not to risk his life by head.
iog the citizens in person. l think,
dearest father, she said, upon your
safety depends the preservation of Har.
!em; all look to you for COUNSEL and
support, and with you must our city
ALI.
You plead not for yourself, love,
said Van Anderlin, as he endeavored tc
soothe her; you tell me not what would
be your fate should your father fall. =
N pleading for our fellow citizens,
plead for myself, replied Agnes; g
seek not nor would accept any Other
ate than theirs You are freeman,
daughter exclaimed her father, press
ing her to his mail.clad breast, you ar,
worthy of the cause in which we com
BAT but, Dearest he continued, hi
voice sinking and becoming tremulous
you are yet unacquainted with the hor
fors Of war. Tis true you have suffer
ed privation cEeerfully; you have sa
calmly amidst ruins made BY the des
tructivc shot of our enemy; you hav
seen blood flow and brave men die =
but'-and his frame trembled as be pre-
ceedcd-' you have not yet heard tn
shout of triumph mingle with the shrie