Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1893-03-30
keep our Easter in seemly fashion
without tna church this vear''

keep our Easter in seemly fashion
without the church this year.
HELP yourselves, gentlemen, we are
at your mercy. You will find a small
portion Of food in the cupboard. we
have been imposed upon before by
our enemies, but God has graciously
preserved our lives" said Mrs. Mayo.
bitterly.
Ladies' said the captain, with
polite smile, ':you are sharing with US
the fortunes Of war. Please be seated
at our festive board. We must not lose
sight of YOU While we eat. .
The soldiers did their own cooking,
old Amy following them about ham
pering them at every step, and din
ming her explanatory phrases into their
| ears.
''De good Lawd! l neber see such
wicked waste in all my Dawn days! All
dem Easter aiggs CIV inc ter feed dem
rebel sogers Use done sorry dey's fresh
aiggs, isl
''Out of the way, old woman, stir
your stumps,' said the soldiers, good
naturally.
ALLOW me. madam to escort you to
the head of the table," said the young
captain, gallantly, when the meal of
camp bacon anReggs was served, offer
ing his arm to Mrs. Mayo.
The troubled and confused woman
rose feebly, and was about to take his
proffered arm, when instantly a Slight
form interposed between them.
"Do not touch that man, mother!
Bethinl, You, he is our natural enemy.
You shall not insult my mother sir,
while live to protect her!''
LAS you WILL" answered the captain,
coolly, meeting the flashing scorn of
her fine eyes with look of admiration
he could not conceal. BE pleased to
remain here, ladies' he resumed in
tone of command, ''or it will be neces-
sary to place you under arrest"
eve consider ourselves under arrest
as we are retorted Molly, holly, and
as she stamped her foot to give en-
phasis to her words the young officer
noticed it's extreme beauty.
They ate and drank hurriedly and
without evident suspicion of those
about them, drinking their own bitter
which old Amy offered them, with
many grimace, however.
I'VE must to horse" cried the cap
| tain suddenly, pushing his chair back
abruptly, and rising with such haste
that he nearly overturned the table.
He reeled and would have fallen but
that the soldier next to him caught
him.
Hal plot, treason poison!'' he
gasped and sank insensible in his chair.
at the same moment each of the sol
diers began to reel.
''Drugged, by bu', the man could
not finish his speech; he fell in a heap
on the floor.
'Who hath done this awful deed?"
cried Mrs. Mayo, in tones Of horror.
''Be not alarmed, mother" said Mol
ly. quietly. 81 merely blew little anti
lncny into the end Of each egg. Column
bus taught US the trick of making All
egg stand on it's little end, we are told,
but l have made my trick save my
brothers life. Allan will send us help
before these men recover from their
transient illness.''
but they may die"
''They will not die, my mother. But
hours. Thank God for that, and for
Allan's escape!''
And then that crafty girl busted her
self with administering warm potions
to her fallen foes. Old Amy brought
pillows on which she placed their
heads, but not too tenderly. Then the
three women withdrew to an upper
chamber, where they locked them.
selves in.
At noon a company Of American sol
diers dashed up to the house and in a
trice the Britishers were taken prison
ers The soldiers had partially recoy-
cred, but were very weak. But the young
captain either had eaten more Easter
eggs than his share, or was a preteh-
der, for he was too sick to be removed
and became-under guardian inmate
Of the front spare room, where he
languished for a month, and heard Al
Ian tell the whole story of how clever
ly he and his sister had outwitted him.
What became of him? This historian
does not know. But in the annals of
the state of Pennsylvania, Ammo Dom"
inc l71G, appear the names of Pierre
pont and Mayo in honorable mention,
and my own impression is that from
being prisoner of the American
army he became prisoner Of Cupid,
ant was held forever after in durance
sweet. But certain I am that he never
forgot that Easter experience.
Mrs. NJ. l.. RAYNE.