The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1876-06-22

denly upon the renegade governor. vi
Won do not instantly make your odlous
self scarce I'll scald YOU"
Tyron's cheeks grew pale when ne saw
the steam that rose from the dlpper
which the patriot woman had suduehly
ierked from the kettle. He saw by her
flashing eyes that she would carry her
threat into execution, and involuntary
moved towards the door. -,
sect along!" she cried, advancing with
her novel weapon, 81 wonder what John
would say if he knew that the infamous
Tyron had entered our house. Twill
take A weeks scrubbing to erase your
footprints from the floor"
"No need of scrubbing, madam
hissed Tyron angrily, "Pm going to burn
SThen you will save me work" re-
torted 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 amazon. ..|H.
His action changed the scene, for Bar
bara suddenly dropped the gourd ana us
contents and seized him by the collar
"pll hasten your retreat, you misera-
BILE dog" she exclaimed. For a shilling
I'd shake your bonesin a heap" and she
almost lifted him from the floor, as if to
give him an example of her celebrated
strength. -,
Tyron, who at times enjoyed a joke,
couid not appreciate the ludicrousness OF
his situation. EIe 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 wh!rjing
from the threshold into the yard where
he had left lis horse.
"There it is the best reception | can
give a British General" she shouted,
when Tyron had checked his course.
"Now, 90 back to your house burners
and send them here as quick as possible
Pve got musket in the house, and a
good supply Of balls. And mind you
red-coat Tryon, keep your distancel"
Standing near the steed which had
witnessed his masters inglorious exit
from Barhara's domicile, 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 then
touched the butt of the pistol in the hol
ster.
"I'm coming back |" he said, "and in
the fire that consumes your house my
men shall cook their suppers,"
But they will not enjoy them as you
have enjoyed your dinner" said Barbara
sarcastically.
The Governor did not reply, but sprang
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 minute, and Bar
bara Bidlack re-entered her house with
smile of triumph on her face.
al allow that he will not soon forget
me l' she said to herself, and then quiet
ly resumed a discussion ofthe repast 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 plundering
soldiery. Having done this she left the
house to the mercy of the foe, and salts
fed with her victory over Tryon, sought
safety in flight. A longer stay beneath
her roof would be the height of folly,
for she knew that Tryon would carry his
rage to attempts on her life.
About sundown company of the Gov
ernors troops swooped down upon the
house like so many destroying angels,
and having ransacked It from cellar to
garrett, applied the invaders torch.-
Tryon was not among the destroyers; he
feared the giantess who had given him
such a warm reception, and her last
threat admonished him to keep his per-
son aloof.
Mrs. Bidlack lived to help her hus-
band build new house over the ruins
of the old one, and to recount to amused
listeners, long after the war, her story OF
Governor Tryon's reception.