Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-09-04
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it to suddenly slip from her fingers and
aquid? Captain Chandos starts forward
with an exclamation of anger as he sees
his cherished meerschaum disappear in
the muddy river, but he checks the words
that rise to his lips as he sees Dolly face.
Don't look like that, child" he says
hastily. "'Tis no great matter, though
it was careless, but I'll forgive il for
Dorothy's sake, with glance at the
miniature.
"For Dorothy's sake truly" repeats
Dolly in low voice; but she does not
ask now to see the picture. for they have
reached the long hill leading to Major
Buttrick's house.
will you wait here, "she says, "while
I carry the box TO the house?p and then
I'll take you where you want to go.
But Captain Chandos has the box al
ready in his arms.
LEAD the way, Dorothy; I'll carry the
box. Grandmother's silver is much too
heavy for your little arms. They are
met at the door by Mrs. Buttrick, who
looks with surprise at Dolly's martial
companion.
"I believe this box is to be delivered to
you, madam, he says, his eyes full Of
suppressed laughter.
Dorothy and have had great diff
Guilty in keeping u from the thieving
red coats. Many Iiattow escape have
we had.
"Father forgot to take care Of it."
says Dolly, looking meaningly at Mrs.
Buttrick. "Wnl you keep it now9
shall be back presently"
Once more they glide down the river
until they reach Mr.. Rice's landing.
"Good by, little REBEL trust the day
is not far distant when we may share
the same feelings toward King George.
yours will have to change vastly be-
fore that day comes, " is Dolly's saucy
reply, as she glances back at the gay
figure of the young officer who, stand
ing there in the spring sunlight, waves
her merry farewell.
1t is sunset of the same day, when
Dolly and her old hand maiden, Betty,
make their way up the wood path lead
ing to Betty's cottage. At the first inti-
nation of danger the old woman left
her tiny house near the Lexington road,
and sought protection at the Manse, but
now the village is quiet again she has
insisted on returning home, and SO Dolly
goes with her to bear her company
through the night.
Breathess with excitement, she goes
over again and again the events of the
day. "How they ran, those red coatsl"
drawing a long breath of triumph,
@What a glorious rout that wasl But
poor little Ruth Davis" with sud-
den Sob II hate the Britishers for
bringing her such sorrow. 1t makes me
feel sorely troubled for father. Do you
think there will be more fighting2
Mercy ON us! What is that?"
She clings to Betty's arm in terror, for
low moan comes from the thicket they
are passing. In another moment, how
ever, her courage returns She stoops
and hastily parts the thick branches and
there they see lying on the ground be-
fore them the figure of British soldier,
LAWS sakesI" cries Betty, recoiling,
%It's one of them bloodthirsty red coats,
He's got his deserts at last, for he looks
'sif he was done for"
But Dolly, touched by that helpless
moan, is leaning beside him. How
cruel, Betty" she cries, with reproachful
eyes. "How can you talk like that
about wounded man. Help me lift
his head" She turns his face to the
waning light and then starts back with
an exclamation of distress. "Oh, it's Cap
tain Chandos, the man who helped me
with the powder He mustn't be left
here to die. It's lucky we were so near
lie house. Fetch him some water.
quicki" His right arm hangs crushed
and useless, and there is a deep wound
in his forehead, but by the aid Of re-
storatives he is finally brought to con-
sciousness.
Dolly stopped over him.
captain Chandos," she says in her
clear voice, this is my nurse Betty, and
we are going to try to get you TO her
house yonder. Do you think you could
walk with our helpS It's only step"
He smiles a feeble assent, and then
slowly they get him to his feet. and half
lead, half carry, him to Betty's little
room, where he sinks fainting on her
neat bed. Betty examines his wounds,
and then draws Dolly aside.
"His arm and shoulder are broke, and
it'll take a doctor to fix 'em N il he
don't have one he'll die sartin.
"But then he'd be taken prisoner"
cries Dolly in dismay, @and he's been 50
kind to me can't give him up even il
he is a Britisher."
well, child, can allow for your
feelin's, but all is, if you won't have no
doctor Ill have to try and make him
as easy as can while he lives. Her
last remark decides Dolly. Without
another word she hurries from the
house straight to DIR. Prescott'g The
good man has just returned from visit
ing the wounded, and ID filed with p
triotic fire. He comes TO meet her with
outstretched hands. Well, Dorothy
he exclaims, we've shown the British