The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1871-02-11


to the backsof the shop to listen. So, i
he gets to Trenton by sunrise to~morroy
morning the. American party will b,
in the hands ofthe British Ifyou ar,
there by that time, by Judas, MALACHI
Doolittle don't know nothing about shoe
ing. Whoa, you critter can't you stanc
still moment while the irons are getting
hot It's no wonder You are so restlcs.
with such load of sin as you are about
to carry. My boss is traitor to his
country, and I'm going to cut my indent
ures tonight and join the American
army. Who knows but l may come back
Captain, marry Mary Hutton, and then
strike a bee line for old Massachusetts,
But must hurry this job through; for
l. would not like boss to inspect my work
tonight. There" he added, as he drove
the last nail, "you will cast off a pair OF
them live miles t'othcr side of Brunswick
aud then if can't catch you, Ensign
Spencer, On my old sorrel, wish may
be blown up in powder mill"
Big with intentions for the benefit of
the American cause, Malachi fastened
the horse, and closing the shop door,
wended his was to the house.
The wind blew keen and cold, and the
sky was overcast with dark clouds.
"Shouldn't wonder if we had two foot
of snow befoi to morrow morning. said
Malachi to himself, ''and I'd rather by a
darn site go to an apple bee or quitting
party with Mary Hutton tucked under
my arm, than take journey to Trenton
to-nigbt. However, what can't be cured
must be endured; as my old schoolmarm
used to say when she piled on the birch i:
SO all you We got to do, Malachi Doolittlc,
Is to play possum, and not give the Brit
ishcls too big start .
lie found the kitchen empty, for En-
sign Spencer being considered in the light
Of an especial guest, the supper table was
in the parlor.
Rot his picture he'll be making love
to Mary, next," said Malachi, uneasily.
but If he does, III pay him off in his
own CON- All here is his pistols and
heavy riding coat. Well, now, Malachi
Doolittle L don't think it would be un-
wholesome to your constitution to jerk
the prlmln' out of them barkers, for fear
matters might come to rough and tumble.
So hele goes"
w hen the apprentice entered the par
Tor, he found Dorothy Hutton and her
daughter Mary in high glce and good
humor. The supper was over, but the
stranger seemed to be attracted to the
smith parlor by the bright eyes Of Mary.
and looking twice out of the window into
the cold, bleak night lie gave a shuddcr.
as 1t 10th to depart on his journey.
Tall Malachi devoured his supper in Il
moody silence; but, Notwithstanding his
discomfort at the notice the young of
E h.
roads on the johnny cake and sausage \
genuine Yankee is seldom 50 deep in love
that he forsakes his yictuals, and such
was certainly tall Malachi's case.
w hen there was no excuse for longer
delay, bestowing kiss upon the blush
ing check OF Mary. the stranger bestrode
his animal, and SET forth at Il round gal
lop, on his dark urney.
Il guess d better 90 and finish fod-
dcrlng the CATTLE said Malachi, as the
clatter of the horses hoofs died away in
the distance s'OId Rull has broke his /
sun cingle all to smash. I calculate that
had better take the sorrel horse and 90 .
down to Brunswick to morrow morning
and get it fixed, as we will want to Sled /
some wood from the swamp. Suppose YOU
can let me have old sorrel' for little
while, Squire ?''
"N ell how on earth can thee go down
to Brunswick without him, Malachi?
How foolish you can talk tonight,
"Well [ didn't know but that YOU
might want to use him." said Malachi.
closing the door behind him, and start.
ng for the barn. ''Consarn his picture
kissed her lips he did Well, if don't
laye wrestle with him for that trick my
lame amt Malachi Doolittle. Jerusalem.
low cold it is [ wish [ had on nv
'ther shirt; but it is no use to srunble:
Cid Sorrei, put If your big ieks, and YOU
hall be fed on nothing but oats and clover
or the balance Of your material days.
And now for palting salutue 10 the
'oss, he added, as he rode up to the ,
oor of the cd farm house. sHullow
squire Hutton, suthin's broke loose ,
"Why, Malachi, what is the matter2'
sked the smith opening the door; is the |
arm afre, or" :
"No, nothing of the kind, boss. Pvc {
oncluded to borrow Old Sorrel tonight
1stead OF to-morrow morning. know
ne whole plot, and am going to take
hem papers from Ensign Spencer, and
i've them to George Washington v
ny, his horse is feet as the wind. o
nd he will be in Trenton before thou art Ii
alf way said the smith with a laugh. t
you forget that l shod his horse, boss h
luton" n
"Well he is armed, and will shoot thee I
cad as nail, if thou dost attempt vic c
nee" c
Cant be did, boss. I shook primins a
ON his pistols when he was In to sup. h
,r.' h
Thunder and Beclzebub. Lord for- Il
We me, but c.
The remainder Of the sentence was los t h
Malachi's ear, for with wild 'sYa hip u
lang Sorrel y he was following the 81
ack of the British spy. Il
CHAPTER II. -,
The night was very dark the fakes IN
snow were falling fast over the already
litened ground, but the old sorrel was sa