The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-04-20

and then with a Sigh entered the
house. As she did so a man emerged
from the shrubbery and gazed for a
moment on the spot which the lovers
had so recently occupied. His face
was pale, and the livid hue of his hips
gave token of the consuming rage and
passion within his heart He seemed
to struggle against the feeling that pos
sessed him, and stood irresolute, as if
uncertain what course to pursue. But
the demon of jealousy that was tug
ging at his heart gained the mastery,
and with deep imprecation he NUT
tered ..
None but the stars were looking
down or listening to you, you think.
Fool, there was one who heard every
word you breathed, and listened to the
vow you pledged and swore. Your
words, like burning lava, fell upon my
heart and scored up every feeling of my
nature-save revenge. What to me is
country, friendship or honor if my
heart is blighted and my fondest
hopes crushed and destroyed? You
have stolen my brightest jewel, and
though you were my comrade twenty
thousand times, I'll crush you as YOU
have crushed my heart. Tonight is
Christmas Eve-the appointed time to
join the rebel ranks-but Tyrrell, you
shall sup on prison fare tomorrow,
and in place of Marian's arms around
your neck, a halter shall be your por-
tom
With clenched teeth and dark and
gloomy brow, Dalzell strobe fiercely in
the direction of Trenton.
Two hours afterward, accompanied
by a posse of Hessians, he entered the
cottage of Mrs. Tyrrell and arrested her
son as traitor and rebel Walters
cousin William escaped, but the only
son of the poor widow was conveyed to
prison to await his execution on the NOR
row. He wasnot allowed the benefit of a
trial, for the Hessians were taught by
the British to believe that the Ameri-
cans would give no quarter and were
sworn to murder all foreigners that
might fall into their hands, and, acting
on this principle, summarily disposed
of all rebels whom they captured.
Young Dalzell was Walters accuser
and betrayer, and on his information
his former friend and comrade was
sentenced to be shot at daylight.
On a couch of straw in his prison
cell, without ray of light to shine
upon him save the cold moonbeams
that glittered through the iron bars,
the young man sat, thinking of the
many events of the night and the dread
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ing. The cup of bliss, so suddenly
dashed from his lips, ere he had scarce
tasted it, the bright hopes he so lately
entertained dashed to pieces; his love,
his country and the world so soon to
become blank to him, and he to die
an ignominious death-and all this
through the treachery of his dearest
and most trusted friend-smote upon
his heart with cold and chilling blight
that darkened his mind and froze his
very soul.
Marian's suspicious of Dalzell flashed
upon him, and in a moment of frenzy he
cursed the treachery of his perfdious
friend. The misery of his lonely mother
and her sorrow at his loss for while
unnamed him, and he gave vent to a
copious burst of tears. Then suddenly
starting to his feet he eazed wildly
around, training his eyes to penetrate
the gloom to find some means to escape
from his prison. But the voice of the
sentry without fell on his ear, and in
despair he flung himself again on his
rude couch. Sleep had fled from his
eyes, and the cold and damp floor
chilled him to the marrow. He could
hear the loud beating of his heart, and
this and the tramp and cries of the
patrol on the streets were the only
sounds that broke the stiffness of the
night. Weighed down with sorrow
and pain he at last became insensible
to all around him. Whether he slept or
swooned he never knew, but when he
opened his eyes daylight was streaming
in through the iron bars. and he could
hear the shouts of the Hessian soldiery,
and the clank of their sabers as they
mustered on the street. Believing that
his last hour had come, and that they
were assembling to witness his execu-
ton he commended his soul to God, and
stood ready for the sacrifice.
But suddenly the booming of distant
cannon was heard. Nearer and nearer
it came, then sharp and quick volley
of musketry rattled-another and an
other followed, while wild shouts in
German and English were mingled with
the din, and penetrated to the prison
er's cell.
In mute suspense he listened to the
uproar without, straining his acute
ear to catch the faintest sound. But
shortly the tumult ceased, and for a
moment all became painfully still.
Then the sound of approaching feet
was heard They stopped at the
prison door, and Il cheer, wild and
high, burst from thousand throats,
and echoed through Trenton and far
across the Delaware. Ere the last echo
had died away the prison door was vio-
lently burst open, and Walter Tyrrell
was soon in the arms of his cousin
William, and surrounded by the soldiers
of Washington.
"Thank God! you are safe and well,
Walter" exclaimed his cousin. ,"Iwas
afraid the Tories had murdered you"
80 William, how can thank your
began Walter.
But his cousin cut him short by ex-
claiming:
"Don't thank me. Thank Washing