The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-07-19

come of the rest of us, my poor little
mistress 7"
Cynthy brushed away her tears in a
twinkling.
"We'll take care of ourselves, that's
what we'll do. Mother and II hoe the
rice. And, Free equal, you've got
to toe the mark, and give more milk
than ever to keep us strong and we'll"
"Trust me for that" said Free m
equals eyes.
And she kept her promise. Rich,
yellow milk did she give, pailful after
paiiful. Cynthy and her mother work
ed like men and fed on the cream.
Those were dangerous days all along
the Santee River, for Lord Corvallis
troops were roaming over the land, and
laying waste the country. But Cynthy
was not afraid-no, not even when
Lord CORVALLIS came within three
miles of the plantation. She said her
prayers every day and believed firmly
in the guardian angels, and a certain
rusty gun behind the kitchen door,
"Just let those soldiers touch any
thing of ours and see what they'll get !"
Free n'-equal was perfectly sure Gym
thia could manage the whole British
army, if need were, and munched her
cud in blissful serenity.
Oh no, Cynthia had no fear, even
when red.coa did sometimes rise
above the horizon like morning. cloud.
She would regard him no more than
she would a scarlet breasted bird which
sung above her head when she went
into the forest hard by to gather sticks.
So, no wonder that she was taken
mighty aback when, one afternoon as
she came home with her bundles of
sticks, her mother met her with wide
open eyes and pale face.
Cynthia, they've been here and car
ried off Free. equal"
"They ~ gasped Cynthia. " Who ?"
"rhe British soldiers. They tied q
rope round her horns. She kicked well,
but they jerlzed her along. Cyntby,
Cynthy, what shall we do ?"
Cynthia uttered sound between a
groan and war whoop, and darted out
of the door. Along the dusty road she
ran, on and on. Her yellow sun bonnet
fell back on her shoulders, and her
brown curls were covered with DUST
One mile, two miles, three miles-on
and on. At last she reached a small
house, which was Lord Corvallis
headquarters. Not moment did Gym
thia pause. The sentinels challenged
her in vain. She marched majestically
past them. Into the house-into the
walked she.
There sat Lord wallis and some
six of his officers, eating and drinking
at big table.
Cynthia stopped at the threshold and
dropped a courtesy.
Lord CORVALLIS glanced up and saw
her.
Miss Cynthia dropped another courte-
sy, opened her lips and spake:
81 am Cynthia smith," said she,
gravely, "and your men have taken
my cow, Free equal Smith, and I've
come to fetch her home, if you please. :"
Your cow" questioned Lord Corn
wallis, pausing, with wine glass in his
hand.
"They carried her off by n rope,"
said Cynthia.
Where do you llve?" asked the
British general.
"Three miles away, along with my
mother.
Have you no father 7"
One, and four brothers."
"Where is your father? 7"
"In General Gates army, Mr.. Lord
CORVALLIS.
"Oh, he's rebel, is he ?"
" Yes, sir" said Miss Cynthia, proudly
erect.
"And where are your brothers 2"
Cynthia paused. John he went to
heaven along with General Warren,
from the top of Bunker Hill, " said she,
with trembling lip.
One of the younger officers smiled,
but he stopped in hurry as Lord Corn
wallis eyes flashed at him.
And Jack went to heaven" proceed
ed Cynthia, softly, "out of Valley Forge
where he was helping General Washing
ton."
Where are the other two?"
In the army, Mr.. Lord CORVALLIS. p"
head was erect again.
Rank rebels.'
Yes, they are"