The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1875-05-15

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out melodiously on the bracing autumn
air. eIhe final triumph of Gonfalon, Of
St. George, is but question Of time.
But you will not play to-night?"
Regretfully | say that / cannot" he
answered. Heaven knows that I would
rather serve Venus than Mars
She did not reply, but returned to the
frosted vines again, aud for several min
utes he aided her in her honey-suckle har-
vest
Howe suddenly called his Adjutant
from the beautys side.
Major, can you not remain moment
from that girls side 2" said the General,
putting on a stern face, ~ brought you
from England to serve Mars not Cupid !;
our King prefers fighting to ve-making,
and, besides, the girl isn't true as steel >
Major Argent Wollern, who was look.
ing at the floor and crimsoning under the
Generals reprimand, started at the last
words and the pallor of indignation drove
the bushes away.
If every soul in Philadelphia was as
loyal as hers, your excellency, We would
not have treason in the camp" he cried
Her heart is as true as the steel in this
blade, aud the youthful Adjutant drew
his trusty Damascus sword, and bent it un-
til the glistening point touched the jewel
ed hilt. ~ know Emma Hunter; you
know her guardian ho would have no
traitors about him."
Forgive me, my dear Wollern," said
Howe, relaxing his stern expression, and
smiling as he came forward, IL was merely
trying your good nature. do not doubt
Miss Hunters loyalty, nor her guardians
But have use for you. Here sit down
and listen to dictations.
The young officer sheathed his sword,
and moment later was writing busily at
the table.
HOwe paced the room, debating to the
Adjutant, who ever and anon glanced
through the window at Emma Hunter,
half concealed by the dying climbers.
He loved the tory's beautiful ward, and
blessed the day that first threw him into
her presence. In the fullness Of his ado
ration, he had disclosed to her ears more
than one official secret, and the purport
of which had, somehow or other, reached
the American camp.
Howe would shake his head and won
der who was the spy, but his vigilance
availed him naught. When the British
army first entered Philadelphia, old Mon
joy was the first to fling open his doors
wide to its generals, and Howe had re.
warded his loyalty by making his noble
old mansion his headquarters. During
Washington's late occupation of the Qua
ker City, the tory had given the Ameri-
cans much uneasiness by his fearful deyo-
tion to the King and his boisterous tongue.
Washington at last got tired Of the tory,
and expelled him from the city, but with
the British troops he returned, and lived
in the element he loved, fearless and in.
dependent.
$50 Burgoyne has surrendered" mur-
INJURED Emma Hunter, as she sat in her
chamber asserting the pretty black seeds
which she had gathered "At last a
Northern wind has blown some hearts
some good, and the cause of Liberty is
striking toward success. God speed the
day of Washington's great triumph. But
| must look to my papers really | have
forgotten to lock my drawers"
She started forward suddenly and paus-
ed before an antique and elaborately car
we'd escritoire. Her face was pale as ashes;
but the color returned when she opened
tiny drawer, and put her hand on a
package of yellowish papers. Carefully
she unbound them and looked them over.
One read thus:
" Admit the bearer, true patriot, into
our lines. GEORGE WASHINGTON.
These brief words were enough to hang
the tory's ward, and her life would be
worth little, if she was caught with these
papers in her possession,
CHAPTER III.