Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1892-12-16
PATRIOTIC DOROTHEA.

to dull, uniform red; low window with
tiny, dlamond-shaped panes, letting in
more gloom than light; small, iron
bound chest in dark corner; heavy,
smotherlng hangings-these were the be-
longings of this long, dark hall.
A door opened softly, and a modern in
novatlon entered in the shape of girl
about sixteen years old. A soft light seemed
to dlspel the gloom. 1t could not have
been her dress-that was dark gray. Her
brown hair curled waywardly around
sweet, rOguish- looking face. Her straight
eyebrows were drawn down into a dark
flown. She seemed rather ashamed of
what she was going to do.
She moved toward a door, hesitated
moment, and, bending her head, looked in
at the keyhole. She sees library with
books, and more books piled up to the cell
ing At table sits an old man, energet-
ically pointing out some spot on map be-
fore him to another man who is bending
over it.
"You have two courses before you,
said Master Hathaway. You may go to
Concord, capture our stores, confound us
we are bright men, but little setback
like that takes the wit out of our heads
then, while we are in dire confusion, you
can fall upon us and win the day. Or you
can act like gentlemen, and fight us face
to face like men. Take your choice
81 will see what General Gage says, ," re-
turned the visitor. "By night, of course
"You ASST returned Master Hathaway,
contemptuOusly, 81 should like to see you
get out of Boston without a row by day
lghtW and he began rolling up the maps.
Mistress DOrothea promptly fled to her
10 in
What shall l do?" she asked of the
pretty maiden she saw in the mirror. "Are
YOU going to stand up and scream, My
uncle Gaspar is British spyP Well, my
dear, that is all the sense gave you credit
for. What would Priscilla sayp Why
can't l go and tell John Farden to tell
Joseph Warden9 Ali I've got it now
and she proceeded to act upon it.
First, she opened her door, Then she
drew down the curtains. Then she grOaned
Then she flung herself on the bed with
more groans. Then she tossed from side
to side and groaned again.
"Dorothea," said quiet voice at the
door, sis thee in painS'
A grOan.
Master Hathaway came in and laid his
cool hand upon his niece's forehead.
Poor child" he said, tenderly; "thee
has one of thy headaches. will go away
and let thee Sleep" and he went away,
closing the door softly after him.
No sooner had his soft steps died away
than DOrothea sprang off the bed, slipped
of her shoes and shot the bolt in the door.
She listened and then pulled up her cur
tans and looked out. 1t was toward dusk,
and in a quarter of an hour she could
leave the house in safety to see John Far
den.
DOrotheas bosom friend was red-hOt
rebel who had inspired DOrothea with a
love for everything that was not British.
AS Master Hathaway never expressed an
opinion upon the war, his niece supposed
he was neutral, or too much engrOssed in
his beloved library to trouble himself con-
corning it. But Hannah, her old nurse
and Master Hathaway's housekeeper, had
confided to our heroine that the gentleman
upstairs was Briton. DOrOthea had in
dignantly denied it and gone to see.
When it was sufficiently dark, Mistress
Hathaway opened her window and looked
out. A large cherry-tree grew close by Land
often had she climbed up and down with
Priscilla. She could descend with her eyes
shut, she knew, yet feeling of some sort
deferred her. She felt that she was be-
odious. But she strengthened her mind
with the remembrance of other Hathaways,
dead and gone, who had sacrificed their
homes and everything they held dear to
their king, who Afterward hung them for
treason.
This seemed to give her great courage,
for she sat upon the window-sill with her
feet outside, seized hold of a branch with
both hands, gave little spring, and i'm
mediately she was standing in a crotch OF
the tree. Getting down was AN easy mat
ter and she was on the ground in a twink
ling and off at ran for Priscilla Farden's.
She would see John Farden in the garden
aud tell him that she had heard that the
British were coming to seize the stores.
AS she slowly skirted the house, she saw,
to her great delight, a light in Priscilla
room. She flung pebble against the win
dow and waited. A shadow crossed the
white curtain, and short interval passed
during which DOrOthea danced with i'm
patience. Then the front door opened 81.
lently and girl rushed out.
81 knew it was you, you dear old thingr'
she cried, as she kissed our heroine. "What
does possess you TO come here at this time
of the night9"
81 want to see Lieutenant Farden," said
DorOthea, quietly.
He has gone out to dinner" replied
Priscilla, with kindly impetuOsity." Come
in and see me, there's dear. He will be
back In an hour or two.
But Dorothea had been making hel
plans; she must disguise herself and go to
see Joseph Warren.
HAS John worn his uniform" she said
quietly.
Priscilla looked at her with surprise.
"NO, 1t is upstairs. DorOthea, you aren't
going to dressingS What for? Oh, do tel
mel Where are you goingS"
81 can't tell YOU" said Dorothea calm
ly. at is secret eyes, l will dress up
in Johns uniform"
Priscilla was too much astonlshed to
speak, so she led the way upstairs with,
out a word. Silently she laid the uniform
out upon her bed. Silently she tied hel
friends hair as a queue and showered pow
der upon 1t. And then her admiration
broke out as DOrOthea stood before the
glass outlining a shadOwy mustache upon
her pretty lip with burnt cork.
"DOrOthea Hathaway" exclaimed Pris.
cilla," "you are perfectly superb. Wont
you tell me where you are gOing2"
mo" said the young soldier, with a
stiff bow. "GOOd might, Mistress Farden. "
When DOrOthea arrived at Joseph War.
Ten's house, she was Mortified at behold
ing 1t brilliantly lighted. She remembered
Priscllla's remark that her brother had