The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1876-04-19

manded, in a naughty tone, striding forward,
and, at the same time, putting his hand on
the hlt of his sword, as If to Brighten her.
She smiled derisively as she slowly rose to
her feet.
Who are you, sir?
81 am devilishly we'll known hereabouts,
and dare say that the rebels will not soon
forget me My name is Tryon!"
Governor Tryon, the British rascal--the
man who burns houses over widows heads,
and robs the babe of its cradle If you are
Governor Tryon know you for the meanest
villain that ever trod New England SOIL"
Tryon's face grew crimson, but smothering
his rage, he burst into acruel laugh.
You are just the vixen heard you
were = he exclaimed "They call you Mrs.
Hercules throughout this region, and l must
say you resemble the stable-cleansing god in
build. Where is your husband ?"
"Under the flag that wouldn't own you as
defender!' was the reply.
"He's a rebel, then |" said Tryon with a
sheer.
"Like his wife He's soldier, too, and
not house-burner.''
Mrs. Hercules, discover that my Glenn
ency is not recognized by the people Of this
State, and that my kings heart is supposed
to contain no good. Why, my dear woman,
the existence of single house ON the coast is
a monument of King Georges mercy, and
mine But wes will discuss this subject at
the table. l have ridden several miles to en-
joy tete-a-tete with woman of whom have
heard much, and, besides, am hungry. That
meat looks palatable."
" 1t wasn't cooked for British general ! "
exclaimed the fearless woman with flashing
eyes, and the next minute she removed the
meat and thrust it into her rude cupboard, to
the CONSERVATION of the governor.
"Come, come" he said, /" I do not want to
sit down to a cold dinner"
"Then 60 somewhere else and get your
dinner There are sneaking tories about
Norwallz who would rejoice to tickle your
tongue with the best they have in the house. +"
The Briton's anger rose again.
~ command that meat to be replaced upon
the table {" he said, drawing his sword
"Your accursed insolence is not becoming to
one of your sex and will bear it no longer!
can assure you now that to-morrows sun
will shine upon heap of ashes instead of
this hot-bed of rebellion. Now hustle about
and get the last dinner you will ever set be-
fore guest beneath this roof
i" You prefer warm dinner?" Mrs. Bid
lack replied in tone baf-interrogative.
ga warm dinner, of course !! - answered
Tryon. g. British general does not sit down
to cold meat and potatoes"
The strong-minded woman did not reply
but stepped toward the fire-p place on whose
smoke begrimed crane hing large iron ket-
tie. A volume of steam that rose from the
water in the kettle showed that it was boiling,
and the British officer did not divine her in
tention-not even when he saw her seize a
gourd dipper from the wall and thrust it into
the hot caldron.
"You shall be treated to warm dinner in
one minute if you don't leave my house ~
cried Barbara, wheeling suddenly upon the
the renegade governor. "If you do not in
stantly make your odious self scarce, I'll
scald you'll"
Tryon's cheeks grew pale when lie saw the
Sgcdni bhdb ioSC ilohi IhC dippcI WHICH tu6
patriot woman had suddenly jerled from the
kettle. He saw by her flashing eyes that she
would carry her threat into execution, and
involuntarily moved toward the door,
"Get along!" she cried, advancing with
her novel weapon. 81 wonder what John
would say IL he knew that the infamous
Tryon had entered our house. Twill take a
weeks scrubbing to erase your footprints from
the floor"
"No need of scrubbing, madam !! . Kissed
Tryon angrily. Pm going to burn them
out!n
"Then you will save me work. retorted
Barbara "but move along my water is
getting cool, and might not hurt your brazen
cheeks
The officer retorted with a furious oath, and
for moment turned his back upon the anna
zon.
His action changed the scene, for Barbara
suddenly dropped the gonrd and its steaming
contents aud seized him by the collar
"I'll hasten your retreat you miserable
dog p she exclaimed. "For shilling I'd
shake your bones into heap =" and she al
most lifted him from the floor, as if to give
him an example of her celebrated strength.
Tryon, who at times enjoyed joke could
not appreciate the righteousness of his situa-
ton. He was mad with passion, and it was
we'll for his enemy that her hold was secure.
She bore him toward the door, and all at once
sent him whirling from the threshold into the
yard where he had left his horse.
"There it is the best reception can give
a British general T" she shouted, when Tryon
had checked his course. "Now go back to
your house-burners, and send them here as
quickly as possible. I've got musket in the
house, and good supply of ball. And mind
you, red-coat Tryon, keep your distance I"
Standing near the steed which had witness
ed his masters inglorious exit from Barbara's
domicie, the governor listened to the last
threat. / dare say that never before had he
been so angry. He bit his whitened lips till
they bled and the hand which he had lifted
touched the butt of the pistol in the holster.