Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1892-11-30
MIFFLINTOWN COUNTY. PENNA. WEDNESDAY. MOVE

asleep-a brlef sleep, however, from
| which we we're awakened at early dawr
by the voice of Jack Dsggetts at the
latch-string hole.
.'Girls, eirls!" he called in a sup
| pressed voice, so as not to awak Ell
| Granny. The Liberty poles blown
up, busted into smithereeDsl Won
the British be mad; do come and seer
We reused ourselves and looked al
each other. 'Trix's fair curls had fall
en- in tangles about her face, and she
had a wonderful likeness to cousin
Ailsn's Scotch terrier, as she shook
them back, and said-"We shall have
to go, girls. or they'll suspect u.s."
We got bravely through 1t, foI
everybody was so eager asking who II
was that had done the thing, aud
wondering what the British would say
and do, they took little heed of their
neighbor, or L fear our tell-tale faces
would have betrayed US.
'Hol hoi here they comei o Jer-
usha won't we catch 1T now" shouted
Master Johnsou's little black imp,
Cesar, making a wheel of himself,
with legs and arms for spokes; and he
rolled down the hill followed by the
crowd that had gathered at the first
iItimation of what had happened. For
boat was seen pIttIng off from the
war brig, doubtless the carpentsrs who
were to come for their brave spar, and
each one, though rejoicing, was seized
with sudden alarm and hied him away
to the safe shelter of his own house.
But the select men felt it their duty
to go forth and meet them, and explain
what had happened and their own ig-
norauce OF it, and how it must have
been done by mIschievous and ire
sp0nsible boys while their elders slept.
Otherwise, rs the carpenters with their
tools walked along the street, the town
was as silent as at midnight when we
had passed so swiftly through it. Not
that we did not peep out from behind
the curtains to enjoy their discomfit-
ure. And it was while doing this that
mother espied the blisters on 'TrIx's
hands, who was holding down the cur
tain.
"What ails your hands my child?'
'Trix instantly held them ont, palms
up, showing the full blisters and IN
famed flesh, and she and mother
looked at each other a moment. Then
mother said gently
Come, dearest, and I will do them
up in cool linen and mutton tsllow."
Their, bethinkIng herself, she turned
upon Priss and /. "BIrhara and Pris-
cilla, show me your handsi" We
obeyed, and | confess, cousin that
burst into a violent fit OF weeping,
quite worn-out with loss of sleep aud
everything. As one WhOm his
mother cOD!fOrteth, saith the Holy
Scripture; and thus my mother COM
forted us, and bound up our hands,
saying to herself as though we were
not present, Dear, tiny, ste1dfast
hands," She asked no questions. but
we knew she knew.
The British behaved very we'll,
cousin, that | must acknowledge
They simply said, ave would have
paid YOU" but although they listened
courteously to the statement of the
select men, it was evident they did not
believe it, which thing nettled nv
father, who is a man that would keep
faith with even the bitterest enemy.
No one but my m other has ever sus-
pected that we three girls did the deed.
We have kept our secret, notwith-
standing common tradition declares
NhHb 10 bhAhS hDOoSiDAo AOA Out 5OA
to do. And, indeed, | do not know
what 'Trix and Prlss would say did
they know of this writing. But some
how, cousin, l feel a strange inclina.
ton to tell you everything.
Thus ends the story SO far "a the
yellow letters are concerned. But l
have learned from other sources that
the secret was not divulged for many
years; but that in her old age Priscilla
received a pension from the United
States Government for her share in
this patriotic deed.
On the wall of the great hall at Bal.
sail hangs portrait of Barbara New
lille, beside that of her husband, Ed
ward Neville, which fact explains what
was such a mystery to Barbara herself
how she was rresistibly drawn to
tell him everything.