The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-07-31

haps YOU will not believe me! Oh, why
did Did he say they would be sure to
hang that man, that spy, if they arrest
ed himpn
eyes, and most justly. A spy de-
serves no mercy"
"Oh! but, Arthur, think of Andre"
"Well, Andre had no right TO COM
plain. 1t was the fate of war. 1t was
the stern duty of Washington"
eyes, dear, every body says so; but,
Arthur, I have never been able to love
Washington since read that story. And
the men who gave him up-al women
always hate them"
"This is childishness, my dear wife.
Would you rather have had West Point
taken by the British, Arnold triumphant
and rewarded, Washington condemned
as the traitorpn
"No, no, of course not" she sobbed.
"Oh, Arthur, when l was child our
cat had four yellow kittens. They lived
under the porch, and were very wild.
But one of them trusted me, and used TO
come out to me, and was holding it in
my arms one day, when our hired man
came to me, all bloody, with his ak in
his hand my mother had said they must
be killed, and he had cut off the heads
of the other three kittens, and gave
him mine-I let him take it. l wake up
even now sometimes at night and re-
member how cruel was to that poor
little yellow cat. 1t seems something
like MURDER
"Fanny, this is too foolish" said her
husband.
"I know it, know it," she replied
"But 1 really believe should lose my
reason if had to do the same thing over
again"
"Fanny," he said, sternly, "you for
get yourself. 1 must remember my
duty, whatever you do"
After this there was silence between
them. At length the husband said:
az have a long report to write to-
night, Fanny, and accounts to cast up.
l must sit up very late. My poor wife,
60 to bed"
eyes, DEAR" she answered, submis-
sively. 1 heard keys jingling in her
basket as she moved across the floor.
"No, Fanny" SAID her husband,
stopping her; 81 may want something
from the cellaret. Leave me your
keys"
"You will kill yourself with hard
work. Let us both 60, love-"
"No, no." said the Colonel. "Go
yourself you have headache
"No, Arthur" she answered. eff
you sit up, will stay too"
at is of no use, Fanny"
"Still, 1 will stay here.''
elf 1 am going to sit up" said the
Colonel, 81 want my slippers"
"Let me get them," she cried, Gag
erly. "Sit down"
"No, I'll get them myself. They
are in the closet, know. Is it locked?
No. l see thrt it is not; the key is in
the door,"
He laid his hand upon the door han
die of my place of confinement. For
half a moment he hesitated to turn it. 1
heard Fanny sob. think she caught
him by the arm.
"Let me go, Fanny" he said, impa-
patiently. 81 must. You had better
60 away"
He threw the door wide open. The
gaslight streamed IN from the sitting
room. She rallied all her strength, and
came in after him.
Nothing met their eyes but the
dresses, the shelves, the rows of pickles
and preserves, the broken furniture, the
trunks, the linen in lavender. But
standing opposite the door, with its
hinges toward them, they may have
seen large Saratoga trunk, marked on
the side, in big white letters, "MIss
FANNY LEWIS" Its lid was not quite
closed, the hasp having caught upon the
rim.
The Colonel drew back. Poor Fanny
perhaps fancied had mysteriously dis
appeared.
They took the slippers from the floor,
and went into the sitting-room. There 1
heard her coaxing him to go to bed (;
but there seemed some hardening of her
husbands heart toward her, which
chilled her pretty persuasions.
"Fanny," he said at last, ''if you in
sist on sitting up with me, get me some
paper ard an inkstand from your cham
her,"
There was no resisting this request,
which he made like command to pick
up her key basket, and he must again
have checked her, for she exclaimed,
"Oh! | forgot; l beg your pardon, ~
and left the room.
The moment she was gone, I heard
him rattle the keys. He put one or more
of them into his pocket. heard, too,
click, as if he were engaged in cock
ing his revolver. Then he remarked,
aloud: "The store-room has no win
dow. have him safe. He must stay
there until morning. If brave man,
he will keep quiet. Only a coward
would take advantage of her,"
He pulled out his watch. "Half-past
twelve" he said, as Fanny came back
again. What agony she may have felt
as she left me without protection, and
her husband exposed to my attack if
were armed!
"Here is paper and ink" she said.
"Now 60 to bed, darling"
"No, love; will sit up here," and
she took her place upon the sofa.
Meantime no words can adequately
depict the discomforts of my situation.
knew perfectly well that the Colonel
knew where was, and that in good
time he was going to dispose of me. l
quite agreed with him that gratitude to
Mrs. Lewis required me to keep still. L
aloO Rnow that w otavor plan ha miOht