The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1888-08-10
TORY AND SPY.
THE TWO BETMOTuALs.
From Once u Week.

the part OF the patriot army which
eliminated in the BATTLES of Brmis
Heights and Burgoync's surrcn,lc,
at Saratoga, that Il young Cont
mental officer, on service bcnt-i,
pI''inrr words, II spy from Gen
Schuylcr's camp Mt Moses creek
four miles away-Licut. Joel Stan
dish, II lincal dcscrntlcnt OF tho
famous Miles Stantlisl, of pilgrim
memory, was bidding adieu to his
pretty sweetheart, Clara O'Ncil, III
the little orchard surrounding l,rl
mothers cottaSe at Fort Edward
recently abandoned by the Ameri
cans.
The young man was artificial,
cheerful, and the young woman ii
tears, for there was no denying that
it was Il dangerous mission OH wlicl,
he was bent, which might cost hin
his neck at the hands of the invading
irtl-coats, or both his life and scalp
should he h" captured by their say
age allies.
The last kisses had been exchanged
the parting lc;,vc-takings said, aud
Il krrl&;kc-lork of the maitlcn's l.ail
having been jlst thrust away in til,
young mans bosom, their hands
We're in tllnt final wrinying clasp
which seems to- extend So directly
from the heart 's strnling strings.
"Go'l lm with thee, .Jm'l, my love
my frirnd!" f,ltrnd Clara, with tho
grave, simple r,rncstncss of tllos,
i"ms'pln, struggling days. at is
my lns,ting heart that hcnccfortll
thou nearest with thee in thy bosom
Tor now We are h"tntlul-tln loci;
OF my hair is the token"
He pressed her once more in his
arms as the most eloquent answer.
Then, as they We're about to srpa.
rate, II very beautiful young lady, !,
visitor at the widow O'Nril's from
some leagues to soutlw;,,,l, and
who's" rllirfrst charm might lr said
To l'r the glory of her crisp golden
hair. which she wore in n great
thrcad-likc half knot down her neck,
and which was indeed one of the
wonders of the countryside, rnnc
ln'rrying. g.an'l yet with IL stately step,
ont toward them from the cottns,
porch, wherein Mrs. O'Nril herself
now stood. shading n troubled look
nsknl'r with her plump hand, and
tn" polrll-ros,s and jrss;,minrs fr;,n.
'ng her portlypcrson right royalty.
The newcomer WIS Miss Jane Me.
lsra, the orphaned daughter of a
scotch Presbyterian Clergyman OF
New Jersey, and destined to max,
her sad and tragic mark upon Tho
history OF her time.
Il waited until this moment, so a<
9K,gs % 10 s,r1oSEE wlt% EEnrn asrrqRt t thy Ss sye
said Miss N1rl.ca, ina sweet yet sr;,v,
voice. els this true, then, that thou
are about to take thy life in thy
hands, on Il spying crrand into Cen
tE'scrs 8 camp, and among the ruth
less redskins"
sit is true that go tllithcr, Mis-,
trrss Jenny" said the young man,
with assumed liyltncss. "But as fol
the d"ngrr- you heard me trying to
impress Clalal's good mother with TIL,
fhrt--nlnl II fact it is-tllat you ur
more likely in danger from the red.
skins just in this spot than shall Im
with my wwn!cr,tt to help me. But
no; she will none of it. lIalf-Tory
herself. she will not accept my warn.
ing; and that is mychicfnn,l grrvious
anxiety nt this parting hour
"fou somewhat mistake Joel. My
kinsw"lnan thinks better of youl
warning now, and has said to M
that she will remove llcr household
To her Cousins cottage at Saltwater
within the American lines, the day
after to-IlOrrOw.
"Ah! am glad of that, though
fear I he consequences of even such I;
brief delay"
''r,ll me, friend JOEL continue,
the young lady, thou%lti'llIy, chow
shall you go from l",,,?"
Directly by the old North road
Miss Jenny, with n timely pause a,
the cabin Of old Bclln1ny, the rrti,r
draper and weaver, for the cxcllnng,
of these, my tcll-talc ltYrinrntnls, 10,
something more rustic and uIl,ssum
ing, as may bctit my mission" Am
the young man looked down ~ littl.
vninly over the somewhat ragged
and not ovcrcl~,n, bravery of his
lieutenant y uniform.
"An,l tell me. joel, shalt thou b'
like to see my lover, Edward Jones
who hath SO panied me with ioinin.
and taking rclcMlt commission VII
der the invaders ofn,r country?"
"l'ct he" returned joel. WHO WAS
charital,ly free from partisan rancor
though Il stnnnch patriot-"hr is
doubtless honest. though wrong
headed, and We We're l,Iny-trllows to
getl!cr Yes, ] shall doubtless sr
Edward in his red coat and gold lace
Mistress Jenny; and WHO knows hui
he might stand by me ut il pinch
should sucll occur? Shall l carr,
him some troth-plirht token from
you?-for ! doubt that he is dead il
love. if tickle in patriotism, Mistress
McKc;l.'
jenny lravc' n sigh.
"No," She repeated, ''no token
But you might tell him that ! Still
love him dearly, Joel, though i,
| would l'c against my conscience tt
pray for his success, against my coun
try. Gcod-hy, and God bless thee
Joel Stnndisl!"
She held ont her beautiful hand
but at this j,lncturrCl,rn O'N"il, will
Il pretty blush. pulled down the fail
head, with its glory of bright hair
and whispered something.
II divine those words il may no,
hear thcm!.' cried joel. lnnghing
YES, Clara whispers truly. Mistr.s.
Jenny. | beau away with me hcl
t,otl-pliylt 'rrss, black and lll*
truus as :. ravens wing feather. VIII,
/ shouldn't | bear tru,ll plight cur
from your own sunny head for hand
some. but mistaken Tory Ned 4,
wear against his heart? Think how
it would transport liim!'
Miss McIIru also hlusllrl. but sh,
shook her head dctcr,ninctlly, after ;
pause.
NO; no token. Not now, at least.
"Rut what shall tell him. shoul,