The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-11-11

James Wilson's blue eyes sparkled
with joy.
eff there are any three boys in this
company who will help me, will search
old Livingston's house this night. All
who are willing to go, just step forward
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Every boy in the crowd stepped for
ward without o moments hesitation.-
James eyes flashed like twin stars.
"Now, boys, by the dead of Bunker
Hill, / will search old Livlngston's resi-
dence, though death stands in my
path ~
With firm tread and the utmost ST.
lence the young heroes took up their
line of march for old Livingston's. Liv-
ingston had long been suspected of har-
boring British spies, and his former la
borers reported that he had kept up
regular correspondence with the British
commander. At all events he was re-
garded as dangerous man. His house
was situated a short distance from White
Clay creek, on the side of steep hill,
surrounded on all sides by tall trees. 1t
was just such place as one might sup
pose suitable for the plotting of treason.
AT the time James Wilson and his lit
tie band left the deserted store-house in
the village of Newark, dusk had given
place unto the darker shades of night
Still it was not dark; the new moon was
shining brightly through the clouds, and
every object was perfectly distinguish
able. The boys walked firmly forward,
maintaining solemn silence. AT length
they gained the bed of the creek, and
slowly following the winding path, soon
came to little low bridge which crossed
a shallow rivulet leading into White
Clay creek, and James ordered them to
halt.
"Let Frank Howard and reconnoiter
the premises first, to see whether any
danger is to be apprehended. All the
rest stand here till we return. Make no
noise and keep constant watch"
James and Frank silently departed
and were soon lost in the thick woods
through which the path ran. Scarcely
were they gone from their companions
ere the quick ear of Wilson detected
noise.
"Histl" said he to Frank ,as he pulled
him behind a gigantic beech tree. Pres
emily George Livingston came in sight.
James darted from his covert and tight
ly grasped the boy by the neck.
The cowardly youth trembled like a
reed.
"Speak one word,' whispered his
captor, "and I'll toss you into the
creek.
The Tory's son, struck dumb with
fright, found himself in the midst of the
whole group of boy heroes, with the
vise-like grasp of James and Frank on
either arm.
"Now," said James, "answer me
promptly and truly, or I'll make your
position uncomfortable. DO you hear
Who are in your fathers house at this
moment ?"
81 can not tell stammered the half
dead boy.
/" You shall or orr
"Spare me, and I'll tell you every
thing. When left the house there was
no one there but our family and Major
Bradstone."
"Who is he ?" asked James.
C I don't know-I don't indeed"
" Tell |" threatened Frank.
:" He is captain of the Yorkshire dra-
goons.n
The blue eyes of James glistened with
joy, and he soon gained from the Tory's
son revelation which stamped his
father a traitor of the most appalling
character. He discovered that old Liv-
ingston not only kept up regular cor
respondence with the British command,
but that he had so plotted in his traitor
GUS designs that the little village of New
ark was to be burned to ashes, and its
women and children exposed to the pit
iless foe. The old Tory was to receive
as compensation the land on which the
village stood, and an annual pension
from the British government
But stranger than all, the plot was to
be consummated on the very night the
Tory's son had been captured, while he
was going on an errand to neighbours
house, two miles distant. The little
band of heroes learned, too, that the
British troops had secured their horses