The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1894-03-24

' heaven | could take you, but half c
i the time we are in the swamp ant
S canebrake or in the deep morass
with nothing to eat but potatoes, ant
5 few enough OF them, he added rue
| fully. God knows what the end vii
, be. With Charlestown in the hand
Of the British, with Moul
r trle prisoner, and Col Hayne.
emotion at the death of tha
gallant soldier choked him.
Gle !! exclaimed Camille, do no
stay here and meet his fa.e, l beg
l emplore you to go at once.
Her lover looked at her longlngly
Oh, Camille it fairly unmads me tc
look at you. Can you not cover ur
these glorious curLS7 Put spectacle
before these subduing eyes7 Yor
must my darling you must. Put or
the Madras handkerchief and the
homespun dress, the russell shoes
and the brass ear rings. Dye this
dazzling skin dingy brown anc
be for time your fathers house
keeper. Promise me. CamlHe. He
looked appealingly at her.
She picked up the candle he had
put down, and went to a mirror
wreathed with roses and Upheld
ofgilded cherubs, smiling at her re.
Election therein. Her short wasted
gown caught her under the arms,
with an airy puff over her swelling
breast and a ripple of lawn and face
midway between breast and throat.
The skimp skirt displayed slipper
Of red morocco, and fitted almost
without fold from thigh to knee,
revealing the slender roundness OF
her elegant figure. Her lovely arms
were covered from shoulder to wrist,
but with lawn so fine that their
very dimples were visible. She
turned her head archly over her
shoulder and glanced ather distract
ed lover who leaned from the lounge
and watched her intently.
Dye my white skin, she said COM
ing slowly back to him, and tie a
madras over my hair! Jamias! Be-
sides, my ears are not pierced, and
| would not wear the brass hoops
if they were. And then think you
l could find pair of russet shoes to
fit that! She thrust out one little red
shoe foot ard smiled into his eyes.
He drew her to his breast. My
darling, said the colonel, slowly,
you must do something of the kind or
my heart will burst. Reflect! l can
not be near TO protect you the
Governor is in prison Lord
Campbell and his rufian brother are
not ten miles away, with the British
army in Charleston. Do you think
your poor father will be able to protect
you in these times my beau
tifulP l cannot take you with me.
cannot hide you as | would a bale of silk
or string of pearls. You must hide
yourself. The dye will soon wash off !;
if the shoes are large, so much the bet
ter. These little feet would ILL., become
slave and serving maid.
But, she said, quietly, suppose the
British remain in Charlestown1 Sup.
pose the war ends with the submission,
and not the independence of the COL
onies7 What will you do then7
He put her gently from him, and got
upon his feet.
| could not survive the ruin of my
country, be said, hoarsely.
You know Lord CORVALLIS would
give you colonelcy in his army to-
morrow, the sweet voice continued.
Archibald Lord William said
| as much. If not
Well, and if not2 said Marion. If
not, sweetheart?
She raised her dark eyes to his stern,
face.
| could not live in a canebrake, she
said with an enchanting smile, shaking
her delicate head.
Nor shall you, cried Marion, kneel-
beside her and kissing her rassionately.
My darling, my white lily OF France
my Persian rose.
But the colonies will never despair
while Washington and Gates survive.
And Carolina will never yield while
Picken, Sumpter, Lee and Marion
Have sweet potato to eat and a
swamp to live in, she finished, laughing
a little. But listen: have raked my
brains to find a hiding place for Mis-.
tress Middleton's plate 4 *
And / think, she
whispered In his ear.
In spite OF his trouble he laughed
and choked, and laughed again, and
caught and kissed her, then let her 60
to fetch her cloak. AS they went into
the hall, Camille pressed finger on
the wall and the panel slipped aside.
Did you know of this1 she asked.
No, l am glad you showed it to me,
said the Swamp Fox, finding the boss
and impressing Its position upon his
memory.
Then the young orderly who held
the horses helped his colonel to carry
the heavy boxes of plate and money to
the spot Camille selected. rhe old
botanist had fallen asleep in the library
so they did not disturb him, and at
last the work was done.
And now, Camille, said Marion earn
estly, standing by his horse, you and
your father must positively return to
your home tomorrow as early as pos
| sihle Ii is more secluded and much