Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1876-06-29

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seize gourd dipper from the wall and
thrust it into the hot caldron.
You shall be treated to a warm din.
my houser cried Barbara, wheeling
SUDDENLY upon the renegade governor.
If you do not instantly make your
odious self scarce, I'll scsld you.'
Tryon's cheeks grew pale when he
saw the steam that rose from the dip
per which the patriot woman had sud-
denly jerked from the kettle. He saw
by her flashing eyes that she would
Cal ry her threat into execution and in
voluntarily moved toward the door.
Get alongv she cried, advancing
with her novel weapon. Il wonder
what Sohn would say if he knew that
the infamous Tryon had entered our
house. Twill take q weeks scrubbing
to erase your footprints from the floor
No need ofscrubbing, madam! hiss
ed Tryon angrily. Pm going to hurn
them OUT
Then you'll save the work. retorted
Barbara; but move along! my water
is getting cool, and might not hurt
your braZen cheeks
The officer retorted with q furious
oath, and for a moment turned his
back upon the amazon.
His action changed the scene, for
Barbara suddenly dropped the gourd
and its contents and seized him by the
collar.
'Pll hasten your retreat you mIser-
able dog she exclaimed. For shill-
ing I'd shake your bones in a heap:,
and she almost lifted him from the
floor, as if to give him An example OF
her celebrated strength.
Tryon, who at times enjoyed a Joke,
could not appreciate the ludicrousness
Of his situation. He was mad with
passion, and it was well for his enemy
that her hold was secure. She bore
him to 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
givea British general!' she shouted.
when Tryon had checked his course.
Now 60 back to your houseburners
and send them here as quick as posi-
BILE. Ive got musket in the house.
and supply of balls. And mind you.
red-coat Tryon, keep your distanceI
Standing near the steed which had
witnessed his masters inglorious exit
from Barbara's domicil, the governor
listened to the last threat. 1 dare say
that never before had he been so an
CRY. He bit his whitened lips till they
bled, and the hand which he had lift
ed touched the butt of the pistol in the
holster.
'Im coming backp he said, 'and in
the ire that consumes your house my
men shall cook their suppers.'
But they will not enjoy them as you
have enjoyed your dinnerp said Bar
bara sarcastically.
The governor did not reply, but
sprung into the saddle and gathered
up the reins.
Goodbye, Mrs. Hercules he said
with mock gallantry.
Come again when you are hungry
she shouted after him, and he put spurs
to his horse and galloped towards Nor
walk.
He disappeared in a minute, end
Barbara Bidlack re-entered her house
with a smile of triumph on her face.
Il allow that he will not soon forget
me! she said to herself, and then qui-
erly resumed a discussion of the rcpast
the naughty Briton had interrupted.
After dinner she gathered up few
articles which she called valuable, and
destroyed Others which she thought
might be called prizes by the plunder-
ing soldiery. Having done this she left
the house to the mercy of the foe, and
satisfied with her victory over Tryon,
sought safety in flight. A longer stay
beneath her roof wodld be the height
Of folly, for she knew that Tryon wo'd
carry his rage to attempts on her life.
About sundown a company of the
Governors troops swooped down upon
the house like so many destroying an
gels, and having ransacked it from eel
lar to garret, applied the invaders
torch. TryOn was not among the de-
strOyers; he feared the giantess who
had given him such warm reception,
and her last threat admonished him to
keep his person aleOf.
Mrs. Bidlack lived to help her hus-
band build new house over the ruins
Of the old one, and to recount to ANU
sed listeners, long after the war, her
story OF Gov. Tryon's reception.