The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-11-16

Rose Fenwicke, as the first roll of mus
kerry came pattering in from the east
ward side of the town, sprang to her feet
as if bullet of the enemy had struck her.
She had been thinking of Prescott and
blaming herself, she scarcely knew how,
for the bitter necessity that had caused her
to send him away from the door on that
ever memorable night when the Tories
were having their secret meeting there.
She clasped her heart and stood listening
to this strangely thrilling sound which,
like a desultory noise of thunder and
hail, but indescribably more awe inspir-
ing, throbbed and ratified, jarring the
windows and sending the blood in al
most painful surges through her veins
From some cause the thought of disaster
to the American army flashed into her
mind along with the first spiteful crash
of the guns. Would Prescott be killed?
Her heart gave a great leap, as if to go
out in search of him. How terrible, how
unbearable it would be if he We're to die
before she could see him and explain her
treatment of him. 1t came upon her with
irresistible power that she must go to him.
She did not pause to imagine where he
might be, nor to consider the apparent
impossibility of finding him in the tu-
multi and turmoil of battle; much less
did any thought Of danger to herself
cross the field of her consciousness. For
a long while she stood motionless, held
so by the grip of her emotion, which was
too powerful to evince itself by any
active outward sign. Her mother passed
rapidly through the room saying some
thing in an excited voice. the servants
were in noisy commotion; but she gave
no heed to her immediate surroundings.
The sound of battle rolled nearer and
nearer, the muslzetry playing now here,
now there, in fitful flashes, like the show
ers of a wild storm, the cannon booming
at intervals followed by the distant and
startling crash of the shot. Presently
she moved, looked around her, threw on
a light hooded wrap and ran out into the
street and away in the direction of the
fight. Men and women and children
were running mostly in a way counter
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nor she them. With the hood of the
wrap pulled well over her head and the
folds clasped with one hand at her
throat she went on and on as fast as she
could, until she began to meet flying SOL
diers from Gen. Howe's army.
Back! back!' one cried to her. $50
back, the British are coming"
His face was grimed with dirt and
powder and his voice was husky and
strained.
/ She paused and flung hurried glance
around her, while a strange weakness
stole into her limbs. A mighty shouting
had taken the place of musketry, and it
was coming very near. 1t was more
awful than the firing had been
! Lady. lady. save yourselfw gasped
an old man, who, bareheaded and with
his thin white hair streaming back, was
hurrying along. "Come this way"
he grasped her arm and almost
dragged her with him for some distance.
Then she broke away from him, with a
sudden desire to return to her mother,
and ran back along the familiar way
toward her home. She was tired now
and weak; the sand was deep and heavy
In places where there was no sidewalk,
which made her progress slow and toll
some. Once, twice she was stopped by
crowds of people, black and white, wild
ly mingled together. To get away from
these she had to make long detours.
Finally she became bewildered and was
lost, although but little distance from
the house. J E-Ii1gsa ? 23I.
What evil luck was gtothat iti this
focus of her distress she came face to
face with Maynard? He wore citizens
dress, but was armed with sword.
Recognizing her at once, he halted and
gave her quick. inouiring glance be-