The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1892-08-09
HOW PHILLIP WAS SAVED.

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spendld staff, marched into Philadel-
phla. The ragged and disheartened
Americans had retreated towards Ian
caster. Of those left in the citv at
least two-thirds were either Indifferent
or actively hostile to the cause of indie
pendence.
Old Andrew Bennett, whose farm
n country seat stood about where
Second street crosses Girard avenue
was a confirmed tory. He vas a.
Scotchman, a rich, retired merchant.
and by his conduct had made himself
obnoxious to the patriots. His family
consisted of two girls, his only chill
dren. Both were beautiful and c
pllshed, according to the standard of
the times, but much unlike in senti-
ment and character. Charlotte. the
elder, was a blonde, taking after her
father in loyalty to king and crown.
stubborn i'll character, but loving her
sister and generally influenced bv her.
Mabel Bennett was two years younger
than her sister, much stronger in char
acter and intellect, and a quiet but
resOlute little patriot.
Among the American officers who
left Philadelphia when the British
marched in was Captain Phillip Camp
bell, a Marylander of good family and
an intelligent and well-manuered gen
tleman, and when the Americans left
he took with him all the love that
Mabel Bennett could feel for anyone
save her father and sister.
Miss Mabel had a black maid, Cassie,
who had been brought up in the family
and was devoted to her mistress She
was tall, and stong enough to be a
matchfor an ordinary man, was always
on the lookout in her mistress's behalf
and received all the letters that from
time to time were struggled through
the lines by Phillip.
Capt. Campbell started out one even
ing to keep an appointment with Mabel
He was accompanied by one of his
men, a little fellow named Weaver,
not weighing much over n hundred
pounds, quick as a cat and afraid of
nothing.
The Americans had passed the
guards, and were inside the British
lines when they were suddenly halted.
Weaver put a bullet through the first
man he saw and plunged into the
thicket calling Campbell to follow
him, but it was too late. A rush-and
the unlucky officer was in the hands
of a dozen men and safely secured.
Weaver secuted around and ere
morning had succeeded in telling black
Cassie all he knew and then rapidly
made his way back to camp.
Mabel's heart almost stopped beating
as Cassie rushed into her room and,
breathless, told her story, Phillip had
been taken within the lines not in uni
form. He would be tried as a spy and
hanged-there was no mercy on either
side for such offenders.
The girls mind was oon made up,
and rapidly dressing she ordered Cassie
to have the gig brought to the door,
and without breakfast started with
her maid for the city. Miss Bennett
was intimate with Joseph Galloway's
family, and he at this time was civil
ruler of the city. He was a pleasant
hammered gentleman, much esteemed
even by the better class Of patriots.
He heard Mable's story with amaze
ment. "You dear little rebel, who
would have believed it? And Phillip
Campbell taken! Poor fellow! Ny
dear Miss Mabel, this is a serious mat
ter. Old K~nyphausen is an i~ron-hearted
soldier who r nothing for a mans
life; come in and see the girls and I'll
send out for information"
Within a few hours Mabel learned
that her lover was in Walnut street
prison and would be tried in a few
days as aspy. walnut street prison"
The very name was a synonym for
suffering, horror and death.
Mr.. Galloway assured Mabel that he
would do his best to aid her, and stated,
with a significant look, that Christian
Grobe, a German formerly in his en-
ploy, was now a keeper Of the prison
and through him, no doubt, Capt.
Campbell could be communicated with.
He will do much for a guinea. You
understand, my dear. You can use
my name"
Grobe was on night watch, and
about noon was enjoying his pipe in
front of one of those long, two-story
houses still standing in Drinkers alley,
when a little man came sauntering up
and addressed him in German. The