San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1881-11-17
ANDRES LAST MIGHT IN NEW
III YORK. YG an 80 "
A Revolutionary Tale.

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"Ihers was sound o. resslry byInisht.@
The moon was shining brightly upon
the polished musket and gorgeous
equipments OF sentinel in scarlet uni
form ofthe Bluffs the encouragement Of
the day---as he traversed his brief round
at the garden gate of Greenwich street
behind the residence OF Sir Henry
Clinton, the -commanderrin chief of the
British forces in America. His stalwart
figure and high grenadier cap made his i
shadow appear gigantic beneath, the
rays of our full and glorious orb, the
western moon. Occasionally he would
pause, as if listening to the rich music,
which ever and anon swelled forthlfrom
the residence Of Sir Henry, AND his
thoughts turned upon the youth and
beauty mingling IN the dance, within.
Once or twice he crossed the back Of
his hand across his eyes, asst to stay q
truant tear that was stealing from its
fountain. His memory rus he'd to the
days Of his'sagly 4homein "merry Eng
land" G II ana. IA
"By st. Georgel" he muttered, half
aloud, II did not think 1 could be SO
childish The sound Of the tune has
put me in mind Of home aud old Dew
onshire."
Saying this, he broke out into the
military song OF General Wolfe, which,
Is tradition goes, he sung while passing
up the st. Lawrence the night before
he fell on the plairs of Abraham:
''Why, soldier, why t,,eNs
Should we be melancholy, boys
Whose business tbs to de-" etc.
His voice, naturally sweet, sounded
perfectly melodious, as, unconsciously,
he forgot his duties as sentinel, and
gave to the song the full compass Of his
manly tones. At little distance, con-
cealed from the sentinel by the shrub
berry, was an officer, upon whose arm
leaned beautiful girl-absentees from
the ballroom. a
As the after fate of this brave officer
forms memorable page in our coun-
try's history, my readers may perhaps
like description of his person. He
was rather under the middle height, of
q handsome, we'll made figure, and
erect military carriage. His face was
oval, and the features decidedly hand
some. The main expression of his
oountcnance displayed frankness and
sincerity. His scarlet coat was faced
with buff, and buff breeches, with white
silk stockings, adorned the lower per-
son. Such was the ballroom costume
Of an officer of that period.
"You seem melancholy tonight, Ma
jor Andre. said his fair companion.
"On such night as this, sou should be
otherwise.
"And in such company, you should
have added, Miss Beckman. Pardon
me for this apparent quietness. The
thought that this may be the last night
that shall ever spend in New York, is
enough to make one feel melancholy, is
it not, fair lady?"
"Leave New York, Major Andrea
said the young lady, with some surprise.
Are you going south with Lord Corn
wallis?@ +.t' '
"A soldier, Miss Beckman, must in
form 10 one OF lis destiny, and partic- I
ulaTly one Ike yourself, with touch OF .
the rebel feeling towards your country-
men. This much 1 will answer-I am
not going south 1
-Soi4e nex plan Of Sir Henry's, II
be bound, said the laughing girl. Il
do love Washington, and that is The
truth My father, it is certain, remains