The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1893-04-01

more than a century ago, that an
American soldier galloped in hot haste
along the public road in the state of
Pennsylvania, finging back to the sem
tries on duty the watchword of the
day. To this he added in a tremolo of
haste these words:
"The British are advancing; they
have sent detachment in pursuit-de-
lay them all you can-they are under
the protection of a flag of truce, but
vi cheat them YETI" and he was gone
like the wind.
A handsome lad, and brave one,
wearing the insignia of an officer in
the American army; slight Of form
and fair of face, but showing daring
energy in every motion.
Suddenly the horse he rode swerved
aside and vaulted low fence into
large barnyard. His master instantly
dismounted, leaving the tired animal
h find its own way into the comfort
able stable. Turning his steps towards
the house, he entered the old-fashioned
kitchen. An OLD negro woman was
blowing live coal she held in a pair
If tongs into a flame, at which she
might light a candle.
"Good evening" auntie. Are you all
well?"
The old woman dropped coal and
candle, and giving one frightened look
at the youth, cried, in bling voice:
Fob de Lawd's sake, Marse Allan,
what You done come outen like dis
yeah?"
tHuSb - commanded +La ,Oupor oH4
ceL 81 am in great peril! Where are
my mother and Molly?"
SIN yander, Marse Allan, an done
reckon they cotch awful scare wen
they see yoh comin'." But the young
man was gone to the living room,
where on a low settee IN front of a
pleasant wood fire an elderly lady lay
gazing sadly into the flames,
"Mother!"
She started wildly and half rising
| threw her arms about his neck with a
glad cry, as she asked, anxiously:
What brings you here, my son? Is
there a truce?"
mo, mother; l am on my wa to
Gen Howe with important dispatches.
| A detachment of British troops cut me
off, but / escaped and rode home on
| Hero, who has not scratch. They
will not let those dispatches go through,
if they have to kill me to get them.
must not stay. Where is Molly?"
| Here" said glad, clear voice, full
Of music, and pretty girl with a mer
ry, sunshiny face, on which shade of
anxiety was visible, came from the
back of the room. 81 saw you ride in,
and knew you needed help, and have
already planned something for you.
Now tell me, Allan, how much time
have you?"
81 hope until day break, but am not
fully sure. What dread is that they
will disarm our sentinels, and post
their own along the route. There is a
contingency in pursuit commanded by
the British captain, Pierrepont, who is
as brave as a lion, and he has sworn to
have those dispatches Now for your
plan, sis Is it practicai?"
~ am not sure yet, but hope So
What evening is this, Allan? Have you
forgottenT'
''Oh, of a surety, it is Easter eve, but
a sad one for you, my poor girl-for all
OF us. But what has that to do with it?''
Molly whispered with him moment
then the two partly admitted the
mother into their counsels. II was
Molly, however, who managed it all,
and who took her brother upstairs for
final consultation. Leaving him
there, she came down and said gayly
to her mother:
"As it Is Easter eve, / propose to
nave some music after tea On the har-
monium. And mother, II you care not,
what say you TO having our Easter
Sggs for supper, instead OF at to-mor-
rows meal? Eggs do not keep we'll in
these troubled times, and our Domln'
icks have done themselves credit. We
will not permit the enemies OF oui
country to feast a second time ON such
delicacies."
"Molly, can you have the heart fol
Easter sporta when Allan is in such