The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-01-22

before she could see him and explain her
treatment Of him. II came upon her with
irresistiblepower 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
0 long while she stood motionless, held
20 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 musketry playing now here,
now there, in ftful flashes, like the show
ers Of q 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
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 o way counter
to her course, but they needed her not,
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.
"Backi backI" one cried to her. go
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 q strange weakness
stole into her limbs. A mighty shouting
had taken the place Of musketry, and il
was coming very near. It was more
awful than the firing had been.
Lady. lady, save yourselfr' 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 q
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 a little distance from
the house.
What evil luck was 1t that in this
focus Of her distress she came face to
face with Maynard? He wore citizens
dress, but was armed with q sword.
Recognizing her at once, he halted and
gave her q quick, inquiring glance be-
fore he spoke. She tried to avoid him.
"You must go home, Miss Fenwicke, :"
he said with q gentle and respectful
hrmness. "The street is no place for
you now"
he grasped her arm. As she shrank
away from him with an exclamation Of
loathing he simply drew her closer, and
added; II owe 1t to you and your pa
rents to protect you and take you home
Come right along, there Is not o mo-
ment to lose, not q moment" he led
her beside him as II she were o little
child, despite her resistance and protest
They had almost reached the Fenwicke
mansion when they were met by three
or four Hessians, intent upon evil, who
called out at Maynard to surrender.
But instead Of complying he fell upon
them so furiously and with such address
that they scattered, but not until after
one had been wounded and two others
disarned. All this time he had held
Rose somewhat behind him, shielding
her with both his body and his sword
and encouraging her with gentle but
firm assurance. The extremity Of her
fright could not prevent her from motto
ing the vigor Of his blows and the soft
hndhness of his voice as he addressed
her.
"Be cool, Miss Fenwicke; never fear.
I'll lay them out. You shall not be hurt;
there's no danger" he was saying, when
Prescott came running from the gate Of
the mansion with his drawn sword in
his hand. The men recognized each
other on the instant that their eyes met.
Not a word spoke either. Their weapons
clashed together with sound that went
through Roses ears like music. Not
that she felt any pleasure in such q
struggle; but as the swords leaped and
rang and flashed she looked into her
lovers eyes and thanFed God that he
was living. In the next moment she
tore away from Maynard's grasp and
flung herself between the combatants.
At the sound Of horses feet beating
rapidly In the sand Of the street May
nard looked and saw half dozen or
more American officers approaching at
o gallop. Instantly he darted through
an alley and disappeared. One Of the
officers was Gen. Howe himself. They
were Immediately followed by q troop
Of mounted men. The quick eye Of the
general fixed itself upon Prescott with a
pleased look Of recognition. he waved
his hand and called to him.
Mount, mount behind Frazer here,
lieutenant, quickr he ordered with per-
emptory directness. "Up with you or
those dogs viii be upon us"
There was nothing to do but to obey.
"Good-by, dear, dear Rose, he mur-
INJURED, unconsciously repeating the
words spoken by Rose on the night Of
their still unexplained parting. Good
by, good-by," he said again and again,
as he hurried her to the gate and opened
Il for her.
He took her in his arms and kissed her,