Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1885-02-05

george the Third. So Molly was
greatly surprised and disappointed,
fear. to find that Abram was as arrant
a rebel as conld be found in the Colon
les: bitter against taxation, and ready
to follow Hancock and Adams to any
| length.
AS have said, her friendship with
Mrs. Hancock was warm and intimate,
and she assisted at many of her famous
goldfish dinners, and was present at
that historical breakfast when Madam
Hancock entertained Admiral D'Esta-
| ing and three hundred of his officers,
and not having sufficient milk to sup
ply the wants of her guests, sent out
her servants to milk the cows pastured
ON the Common, with orders that all
owners who complained should be sent
| to her.
''Abram Hunt was one of the famous
Boston Tea Party, and there is charm
ing story of Molly connected with it.
Although partially disguised as an In
dian, Abram wore his white top boots.
and after the tea party was over, as he
stood by the parlor fire giving Molly,
who now sympathized with him in his
rebellious feelings. some details of the
affair, he shook out from the tops his of
boots quantity of tea which had
lodged therein upon the hearth, and
then swept it carefully into the fire.
''But Molly noticed that small
quantity of tea still remained in the
top boots, and this she removed with
out Abrams knowledge. The next day
Phoebe, whom Molly still employed in
confidential matters, took a note to
Dolly Quincy, inviting her to take
cup of tea with Molly that evening.
"a cup of tea! The temptation was
Irresistible even to so determined a
rebel as Dorothy Quincy. She came;
the tea was made-one cup had been
drank and Molly was on the point of
pouring out second when footsteps
were heard coming rapidly through the
hall. Abrams footsteps, Enthusiastically
and Molly guilty hustled the tea
pot out of sight under the edge of her
ample train. But alas! the delicious
fragrance could not be so promptly or
etfectually hidden. Abram shifted the
aroma suspiciously.
molly, he said with unusal stern
ness, is it possible you are making
teao'
"'How can 1, answered Molly, col
oring under his eye, but smiling ro-
guishly, when you yourself tipped the
last pound into Boston Harbor?'
''But Abram was not to be ca oled.
Molly he said. L am not deceived; |
know you are making tea. Give it to
me- and Molly reluctantly drew out
the tiny teapot from its silken hiding
place.
without a moments hesitation
Abram walked to the fireplace and
poured out every drop of the precious
beverage into the fire, shaking out Wig
orously the clinging tea leaves. 1t was
with feelings of intense satisfaction,
doubtless, that both Molly and Dolly
drank one cup of the forbidden tea,
though it was many day before they
had another.
MOLLY afterward had her full share
of the cares and anxietie, of the Revo-
lutionary War, for Abram became a
Captain in the Continental army and
served valiantly and faithfully.
| ''She was friend of Lafayette's, and
when he made his last visit to America,
she was an old woman and Abram had
been dead many years. She was living
with her son in Roxbury, and she had
strong desire once more to see and
take the hand of her old friend. So
| she came to Boston on short visit to
await his coming. But a few days be-
fore his arrival She suddenly died, and
as they were taking her home, upon
the Dover street bridge the funeral pro-
cession met Lafayette's incoming car
riage-and so they met.
'sAlmost any day, girls, you may see
the descendants of Molly's carrier dove
| flying about the Common and above
the roofs on Beacon Hill and drinking
from the fountains and ponds
1t was a silent group that went in
the cleaning from out the attic down
to the tire-lghted hall below after aunt
PENS story was done. Marjory still
carried the valentine in her hand. The
s.Fair Maid of Perth lay upon the rug
before the fire, just as Molly had drop
ped the volume in the beginning of the
frolic with Ajax. 81 am glad" she
said, as she picked it up, ''that all ro-
nance and poetry is not shut up in
books. Mrs. Francis 4. Humphrey,
| in Vide Asoake.
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