The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1877-04-12
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Sir Henry Clinton, descendant Of The
Knickerbockens, named Yost Van Dyck,
leit ,be city and settled on a lately por-
chased estate, the windows Of whose
old fashioned mansion overlooked The
beaullful Hudson.
lie WAS = man wbose friendship vas
eouusd by the English, and At length be
pronounced for the king. lie was tie
first Knicksrb0cker 10 congrAtuiAse Clin'
ton on bic conquest Of the city, and his
bouse soon became the resort OF numer-
ons British efiicers. The DilitAry gentle.
man loved to drink the Van Dyek wines,
aud TO lingeT 10 The company OF The beau.
tiful girl who was the life, the golden
sunshine Of The mansion.
Julia Van Dyck was . beauty OF The
Netherland type, not tall, but buxom,
fresh and cultivated. She bore resem.
blapce 10 lhe master Of the estate, who
called her ward, while she, 10 company
and out, called him pater. She CON-
pleled hsr nineteenth year In the month
Of December, i77a, aud The evsntiul day
saw the old house thropged with British
officers aud bellies from the iutbralled
city.
| II was crisp bat bright day. Snow
lay deep ON the ground, and the tallesi
spires Of New York, - seen from the
mansion, looked like arrows tipped with
FURNISHED gold. The festivities stretched
into the sight, the sound Of feet aoated
into the cool air without the heated
rooms, Tor Julia Van Dyek was nineteen
and all was mirih.
Near midnight, aud while the dance
kept the house full of merriment, julia,
in company OF young officer. s,rolled
into the light OF the stars. She was well
mu fled In furs, aud the soldier looked
down into her face to see nothing save
two sparkling eyes that peeped over the
edge OF shawl.
Julia, be said, when they bad reached
the wide gate that admitted people into
the court before the house, Julia Van
Dyck, want you TO answer now.
A moment later the shawl dropped
from her face, and he found her looking
into bis impatient eyes.
The soldier grew pale and started
back.
True, he cried, recovering. did not
speak to you but to your father. Julia
Van Dyck, tho alteration Of q Brilish
soldier has long been yours. have
loved you since first we met, aud your
father says that am to enjey the hap.
iness OF calling you mine. OIL Juia,
say but the word. Send me back to Sir
Henry, with the sign of our betrothal,
and when we have subdued those inso-
lent rebels, will take you to the bright
est home on earth.
She watched him while he spoke with
smile on her faultless lips, aud all at
once--Aear the close OF bis plea, her dark
eyes flashed with indignation.
Insolent rebcls2 she cried, laying her
hand ON bis arm. Bewsrel Major Sus-
sexl Julia Van Dyck may be one OF
them.
lie laughed.
Such beauty never deserts the king, he
said. But cannot waste time in parry
and thrust. Will you tell me tonight
that possess the love Of the fairest wo-
man in New York;
MOI aud there was 3 frmness in the
voice which sent q thrill through the
majors heart. Julia Van Dyck is one Of
your insolent rebels, and so long as the
love Of liberty animates her bosom, she
will not love one who has drawn a sword
for King George. Major, you sue in vain.
fairs OF the heart, ain my own mis-
| tress.
| The majors checks grew pale. aud his
hand fell almost rudely on tile girfs
shoulder
You are blighting my liIel he cried,
almost reyeDgeiully. Nv brother off GERS
believe that am soon to lead you TO the
altar, aud Sir Henry, my general, my
confidante, has purchased 4 necklace OF
pearls for you. Your father has given
bis consent. and felt eertsin II the
beautiful prize for which hsye beeu
striving. Julia Van Dyck, do not anger
a man who will net be banked 10 q mat
ter OF this kind. have advanced TO q
position from which there csn be no re-
treat. My honor is at stake; you must
become my wife
Must TO fnes must TO Van Dyck's ward
and from a British soldierl cried the
beauty, starting back with flashing eYes
and flashed face. Major Sussex, | sm
amazed! Stand where you are, and
know that the love you demand will
never he given you. am not royalist !!
n scarlet uniform 6nds no favor In my
ewes. Farer than the sureate robes Of
royalty are the ragged isgimen,als Of the
patriotic troops. Stand back, sirl Tho
you have brought me to this spot, re-
turn 10 The honse Alonel
With lhe last word quivering her lips,
Van Dyck's ward turned on her hee and
left the English msjor standing like a
statue In the snow.
I lie saw her figure disappear before be
moved or spoke.
A rebels 90, 90 he said TO himseli. II
was ts deal With rebels that | came 10
this rcbcliious country. wonder II the
foolish girl lhiaka abe can oatwit her
guardian aud a major In the British
umyl A failure would disgrace me. fer
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