The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1892-12-21

When was the bridegroom coming?
That information the bridegroom him
self, though Sir Henry Clinton's adju-
tant, could not yet precisely give. 1--WE
are soon TO make blow at the High
lands-then you will see me, so he
wrote, and sent the message in a silver
bullet. Silver bullets, walnuts split and
glued together, and stuffed with pithy
notes instead of kernels, and all manner
Of treacherous tokens, passed between
BrothertOft manor and the red out
posts. Whether facts leaked out from
leaky old Put when glasses too many of
the Brothertoft Yellow Seal were under
his belt, whatever true or false intelli
gence Scrammel paid for his post on
Miss Lucy's sofa, every such fact was
presently sneaking away southwark in
the pocket Of young Bilsby, or some
other Tory tenant on the manor.
~ saw Miss Lucy mopin and mopin
worse and worse" says Voltaire, "but |
couldn't do nothin, and there sot in the
pantry like a dumb hoppertoad, watch
in a child walkin up to a rattlesnake."
Voltairo's faith without works was al
most dead.
Young Bilsby must have sneaked up
TO Brothertoft manor with the news Of
Clinton's expedition to the relief Of Bur.
goyne just at the time that Mr.. Brother.
lofts announcement Of his presence at
Fishkill reached Voltaire.
81 did not dare tell Miss Lucy her
father was 80 near" says the major do
mo, until all at once, on the fourth OF
this month, we saw King Georges ships
lying off Kings Ferry, and by and by
up the hill comes Major Kerr to the
manor house, red rs a beet"
Upon this arrival Lucy first fully com
pretended what misery the maternal fiat
was TO bring upon her. Voltaire found
her weeping and utterly desolate. AT
once his faith worked out words. The
dumb hoppertoad found voice to croak.
"Ware rattlesnake!
lyon are going to be married, Miss
LucyT he askel.
She wanted sympathy sadly, poor
child! As soon as he spoke she made u
tableau and scene-bOth tragic. She
laid her head on the old fellows shout
der-tableau. She burst into tears
scene.
Woolly wig and black phiz bent over
fair hair and pale face. Delicate lips
Of fine old Lincolnshire stock muir
INJURED plant. Thick lips Of coarse
old African stock muttered a vow Of de.
votion. A little, high bred hand, veined
with sangre azul, yielded itself TO the
leathery pressure Of brown paw. All,
poor childl She had need Of friend
and was not critical rs 10 color.
ITO DO marriedY' Lucy responded
when sobs would let her speak. "Yes,
VOltaire, in three or four days"
times short as Sapphos best pie,
crust"
"Mother says" continued the youn
lady, chat must have a protect
The major Is here now and may he or
dered upor down any day. Mother says
II is proyidential, and we must take ad.
vantage a the opportunity and DC mar
ried at once"
She looked very little like a bride
with her sad, shrinking face,
"Don't you love Major KERR asked
Voltaire. "Lub" lac always must pro-
nounce this liquid verb
"Do | love him, Voltaire1 hope TO
when we are married. Mother says
will. She says the ceremony and the
ring will make another person Of me.
She says she has chosen me an excel.
lent match and must DO satisfied. Oh,
Voltairel IL seems sin 10 say IL, but
my mother is cold and harsh with me.
Perhaps do not understand her. II /
only had some other friendr
"You have" Voltaire announced.
! "You-l know" she said kindly.