Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-07-27
JENNIE'S RIDE.

was SO named because it was not held
by either the American or British army,
but lay between them, forming a COM
mon foraging ground for both
Near the center Of this famous neu-
tral ground there lived widow, gentle
Mrs. McNeal, and her pretty 15-year-
old daughter Jennie. The father had
been as brave as he was honest and sew
eral times had laid down his farming
implements to take part in the Indian
wars that at IN earlier period had dew
astated the land of his adoption. He
was an intense American, and had not
his career been brought suddenly to a
close by the common enemy--death-
! Just OH the eve of the battle of Lexing-
ton, he would doubtless have laid his life
on the altar Of his beloved country, a
willing sacrifice.
Jennie not only inherited her ia
theirs patriotism, but his fearlessness as
well, and she and her mother, refusing
the advice of friends to move into a
more protected section, remained in the
home that love had provided for them
unmolested by friend or foe until two
years of strife and bloodshed had passed
away.
Though gentle and loving to her
friends, there was plenty Of fire in Jen-
nie's black eyes, and those who were
evil disposed knew that she would not
hesitate to use her fathers old gun,
which hung high up on the kitchen wall,
should it become necessary for her own
or her mothers protection.
One dark, rainy night late in Novem-
Der, after the evening work was finished
and she and her mother had settled
themselves for a pleasant hours chat,
there came loud knocking at the outer
door. Jennie ran to draw the bolt, but
before she had time to raise the latch
the door was thrown open, and in walk
ed dozen or more dragons That they
were British soldiers their stained and
muddy red coats plainly showed, but
withal they were gentlemen, fact
which Jennie's quick eye detected and
made her feel that helpless women were
safe in their presence. The leader, called
by the other soldiers Captain Long,
bowed cOurteously and in a respectful
tone asked for something to eat, saying
that they would pay for all the trouble
they made. And then he added: please,
madam, be as quick as possible about
placing food before us, for we have to
ride 10 miles to catch Colonel Adair Of
the rebel army, who is at home for the
night Hurry up now, my pretty lass,
he continued, turning to Jennie HE
is lucky chap it he slips me this time,
and you shall be well paid if you give
us lift by fastening US on our jour
ney"
jennie went to the kitchen to help
her mother apparently rs unconcerned
us if the gray haired colonel was alto
gether unknown to her. But for all that
her heart was very heavy, for next to
her mother the brave old warrior was
tho best friend she had ON earth. Her
father had fought by his side, and once
on the field of battle he had saved that
dear fathers life.
He had taught her how to row and
ride and shoot, and since her fathers
death he had looked after her mother
and herself with as much interest as il
they really belonged to him She must
save him at any cost and while she
worked her brain was busy with schemes
to accomplish her purpose. AS soon as
the redcoats were seated at the table,
without a word even to her mother,
who OWNED her object, she slipped out
of the back door, and running down to
where the horses were feeding she
sprang upon the captains fiery steed
and in moment was galloping down
the hilly, rock strewn path, needless
alike of storm or darkness. She had not
dared to wait for cloak or bonnet, and
whenever the ragged lightning cleaned
her long black hair might have been
seen streaming ont behind her
Her flight was not discovered until |
the dragons were ready to mount, and |
then began Il chase for life or death. |
Soon from the mute hills over which she |
had passed Jennie heard the clatter Of |
hoofs i'll hot pursuit but she had chosen |
the captains gray, the swiftest fier
among the steeds, and for miles the dis
tance between her and her pursuers in
creased rather than diminished On and |
on she sped, fire flying from the rocky |
road as tho gray horses iron shoes
clashed along at fearful pace.
More than half Of the distance had
been covered when far in the rear came
a command, loud and stern, Halt or
your blood be on your headl''
"On, on, brave beast-on for your lifel
Don't fail me now" cried Jennie, |
strolzing the horses foaming neck with
coaxing hand
"Haltr' again came the voice of
dread Halt, halt, or take the risk Of
losing your lifel'
No answer being returned. avolley Of
leaden bullets ratified after her. They |
passed her as the maddened fight con-
tinued. screaming TO the right, scream,
ing to the left. whizzing over her bead |