The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-08-23

| DUIOIHEA UAIIiA w \ l.
A long, dark hall. The portraits of
| two old persons that frowned down
| from the walls as though resenting the
| modern innovations below; soft, thick
/ carpet under foot, so odd that its cOlors
| had all faded TO a dull, uniform red;
I low window with tiny, diamond-shaped
! panes, letting in more gloom than
! light; small, iron-bOund chest in q
! dark corner, heavy, smothering hang
! ings-these were the belongings of
! this lone, dark hall.
| 4 door opened softly and a modern
! innovation entered in the shape of a girl
! about Is years old. A soft light seemed
! to dispel the gloom. 1t could not
| have been her dress-that was dark
| gray. Her brown hair curled way
! wardly around sweet, roguish-look-
| ing face Her straight eyebrows were
| drawn down into Il dark frown. She
| seemed rather ashamed of what she
was going to do.
| She moved toward the door, hesi-
| tated a moment, andbending her head
| looked in ut the keyhole. She sees
/ library with books. and more books
| piled up TO the ceiling. At table sits
an old man energctically pointing out
| somo spot on the map before him to
/ another man who is bending over it.
! you have two courses before you,"
! said Master Hathaway. You may go
| to Concord, capture our stores, con-
found us-we are bright men, but
! little setback like that takes the wit
| out of our hGads-then, while we are
| in dire confusion, you can fall upon us
and win the day. Or you can act like
gentlemen, and fight us face to face
like men. Take your choice
Il will SEQ what Gen. Cage saws"
returned the visitor. ''By night of
| courSe?n
You ASST returned Master Hatha-
| way, contemptuously, Il should like
to see you get out of Boston without
row by dayljghtr' and he began roll
ing up the maps.
Mistress Dorothea promptly fled to
| her own room and locked herself in.
! What shall | dOPn she asked OF the
! pretty maiden she saw in the mirror.
.'Are You going to stand up and scream
| My Uncle Casper is a British spy?'
| Well, my dcar. that is all the sense l
/ gave yen credit for. What would
| Priscilla say? Why need ! say any
! thing about Uncle Casper? Why can't
! 60 and tell John Farden to tell JOS
| eph Warren? All! I've got it nov,n
| and she proceeded to act upon it.
| First she opened the door. Then
| she drew down the curtains. Then she
groancd. Then she flung herself on
! her bed with more groans. Then she
tossed from side to side and groaned
again.
''Dorothea," said quiet voice at the
| door, lis thee in pain?'
| \ groan.
Master Hathaway came in and laid
his cool hand upon his niecc's fore
| head
''Poorchild," j" he said, tcndcrly, "thee
| has one Of thy headaches. | will 90
away and let thee sleep" and he went
away, closing the door softly after
| him.
No sooner had his soft steps died
away than Dorothea sprang of the
/ bed, Slipped of her shoes and shot the
| bolt in the door She looked out. 1t
was towards dusk, and in quarter Of
! an hour she could leave the house in
| safety 10 see John Farden.
! Dorothea'S bosom friend was a red
I hot rebel, who had inspired Dorothea
! with a love for everything that was not
| British. As Master Hathaway never
| expressed an opinion Upen the war his
t niece supposed ho was neutral OF too
| mitch engrosSed in his beloved library
/ to trouble himself concerning it. But
Hannah. her old nurse and Master
| Hathaway's housc&eeper, had coutided
| to our heroine that the gentleman up
| stairs was Brjt0n. Dorothea had in-
| dignautly denied it and gone To see.
| When ii was sufficiently dark Mis-
tress Hathaway opened her window
| and looked ont. A large cherry tree
! grew close by il. and often had she
| climbed up and down with Priscilla.
She could descend with her eyes shut,
! she knew, yet feeling of some sort
| deferred her. She felt that she vas
/ betraying her uncle, and the thought
| was odious. Bus she strengthened her
! mind with the remembrance of other
Hathaways dead and gone, who had
! sacrificed their homes and everything
| held dear to their king, who aftcrward
| hung them for treason.
This seemed to give her great cour-
| age, for she sat upon the Winiow-Sill,
| with her feet outside, seized hold of a
branch with both hands, gave a little
| spring. and Immediately she was stand
! ing in 4 crotch of the tree. Getting
/ down was an easy matter. and she was
| on the ground in a twinkle and of at q
run for Priscilla Favden's. She would
see John Farden in the garden aud tell
him that she heard that the British
were coming 10 seize the stores.
As she was slowly skjrtiug the house
she saw, to her great delight, light
| in PriScilla'S room. So she flung a
pebble against the window aud waited
A shadow crossed the white curtain
and a short interval passed during
whicl. Dorothea danced wi.A impa-
| tience. Then the front door opened
silently and a girl rushed out.
Il knew it was YOU, You dear old
thing" she cried, as she kissed our
heroine. What does possess YOU to