The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-07-06

PEGGY COULD SCARCELY BELIEVE HER EAiss-
one Were her ncighbors really such
wicked people, Her father and mother
were right She would never 20 into their
house again.
1t had now grown very dark. and that
half mile. Of which she had always
thought 50 little. seemed now an inter
minablc distance When ut last she
reached the house, she dropped into chair
utterly exhausted Mrs. Northcotc had
risen, alarmed. to meet her. but seeing
that she was only tired and out ~ breath
waited until she had recovered IA little and
then gravcly asked Peggy. where have
you been, sent Uncle Nose for you An
hour ago, and he isn't back yet.
"To the Bents', mother, and rs was
coming homc''-
But Peggy" said her mother. II
thought had forbidden you tn 60 thercs"
Poor Peggy, Subsequent events had
completely driven this fact from her mind.
"But, mother" exclaimed she, and her
voice trcmblcd. II must tell you what
happened as camc home Then broken
ly and incohcrcntly she told the whole
story and ended by crying. John Is in
the southern army, isn't he. mother. and
what does 1t all mcans" Mrs. Northcote
sfurncd pale, but merely told Peggy 10 take
of her wet clothes and 60 straight to bed.
/ There excited as she was, she was 40 tired
she soon fell asleep
Peggy had hardly mounted the stairs
when Mrs \orthcotc entered small
chamber adjoining the sitting room and
woke sleeper SWITCHED at full lergth on
the he'd They held n hurried conversation
together in the dark, and then without a
light both descended to the cellar, the
sleeper stopping only To get his hat and
coat II suppose Ill have To go with the
other horse poor rs IL Is. since father ism {
home" said he. Yes. was the hurried
reply You mustn't lose a minute" In
that side Of the cellar farthest from tho
road was a small window. Through this
, the man proceeded To climb with no regard
e. dignity or anything but haste and Sc
crccy. You have the key whispered
she. Yes, returned nc. And STOPPING
t. kiss her. a difficult performance. which
nearly caused his precipitation from the
narrow window, he fioppcd-I would pre-
fer to say dashed, but a historian must
sacrifice everything to truth-out into the
rain, which was coming down In torrents.
and by AS guarded "a way rs possible di-
rected his steps toward the barn. Mrs.
Northcotc stood looking out for several
moments and then slowly CROPPED her way
up stairs and dropped into chair For
awhile she sat with every nerve at the
highest tension. expecting each second IL
. hear the report Ut a muskct. but rs min
ute after minute passed and nothing hap
pcncd she grew gradually calmer and final
ly retired to rest. having first relieved
Uncle Moses, who came In much excited,
by telling him Of Pcgyy's return.
The next day the British made Eliza
BEETHOVEN call. II you consult "a history
Of this war you will find that in the year
1880 on June q, an incursion was made
into the Jerseys that in the course Of II
Q the British entered F.liznbcthtown; that
J. they pillagcd and burned several houses
4 there. and that, all things considered, the
3 expedition reflected no glory upon the
Il British arms.
s Mr.. Northcotc being detained out Of
Il town, returned in the afternoon to find his
: house I'm ashes, but after nc had been in
a formed Of the safety Of his wife and child,
a and still more after a long talk with the
n former. he did not seem to feel his loss at
!. all kccniy. His chccrfulncss was still fur
3 ther Increased In few days by the news
o Of his sons safety in Washington camp
at Morristown. Before this time no had
D always tried to discourage his wife. fol-
a women were curious then ~ they arr now,
r and probably ever will b., from prying in.
r ~ the affairs If her ncighbors. But ever
/. after, strange to say. his ideas seemed u
! change completely, and he was often heard
I 70 remark that ho knew Of great many
. vices worse than curiosity. And, In truth,
c II we give the devil his due, . why should
n we not render full justice ~ disobcdicnco
J. and curiosity whenever there Is an oppor-
;, tunify en much the moro that tho n nm lar
y Ut them Is fcwl THO. HOLLAND.