The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-05-28
And, with a look that made the German

And, with look that made the German
shiver, the scout left.
AS the days went by Mabel thought
she would go mad. Her father was for
tunately laid up with the gout, and
Charlotte looked with wonder and
alarm at her sisters pale face marked
with frequent tears. She was soon APP
prised Of the cause, but she had too lit
tie force of character TO do more than
sympathize with the sufferer. The lat
ter, poor girl, was stricken down by
note from Joseph Galloway, telling her
that on the 18th Capt Campbell had
been tried by court-martial as a spy.
convicted and sentenced to die, and
they only wanted Gen. Howc's approv-
al, and beyon all doubt this would bo
given after Christmas day and the sem
tehce carried out at once. But that
night there came tidings that gave her
hope. She tottered into the garden sus-
tlined by Cassie, and there behind the
old box bushes stood tall man who IN
tro6uced himself as Lieut.. McClain.
We've no time TO waste, Miss Bennett,
but | think beyond doubt our friend
Philip will not spend his Christmas day
in Walnut street Jail. Keep up your
spirits. I'll leave Weaver here to make
all arrangements. Good-by and God
bless you"
The scout quickly made his arrange
ments. Cassie's brother "NolSe" had a
pass to haul hay from the Paint
meadows, near Bridesburg, and on the
morning of the gath he started off, his
hard hand pressed by his mistress and
with the injunction from Cassie that
'she'd smash him if he made any mis-
take" But Noke was as true as steel
and knew what he had to do. His big
wagon body was covered by strong oal;
Stats, and on these the hay was to be
piled, leaving the wagon bed empty.
He quickly got to the meadow and began
to load, and about four o'clock five men
came creeping along the bank. "All
right, Nol1e. We're ready" And they
crawled under the hay, the tailboard
was put in and Nolle started. The men
were Lieut.. McClain and four soldiers,
one of course being Weaver.
Back of the prison on Prune street
was q blue frame tavern kept by q
| Scotch Irishman named Bates. He was
q stanch patroit, but kept his owr
counsel, and his place was quite re
sort for the Irish soldiery of the British
army. At this time the greatest part
of the English had left the city, intend.
ing to surprise Washington at White
Marsh, and those that remained were
enjoying themselves in anticipation o1
to-morrow's festivities.
! Bates knew all about the enterprise,
and when the wagon drove under the
shed unlocked a stable door and the
party stepped in, finding abundant food
! awaiting them. 1t was an excellent
night for the enterprise-warm anc
| foggy.
The old prison stood on the southeast
corner of Sixth and Walnut streets
and extended back to Prune, where the
wall was twelve feet high. On the east
was stable belonging to the mansion
on Walnut street, owned by the Hazel
hurst family. Grobe had been stead
| fast and Philip awaited Christmas eve
with feverish eagerness.
About midnight Bates whispered
"Now, men the streets are clear and its
raining" In moment they were up
McClain in the lead, carrying shorf
ladder. The fog was so thick that one
could scarcely see across the street
Quickly the stable roof was gained ant
then they waited for the signal.
In the prison the guards were enjoy
ing themselves. Some one had fur
nished plenty of liquor, and the wretch
ed inmates, starving and despairing
could hear the noise and revelry as they