The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-01-01

those beautiful colored eggs, a peace
offering for teasing her on last St. NIcho-
las eve, when he pinned his own name on
her stockings and hung them in the broad
chimney. He had teased her in English,
too, that hard, hard study, which Bette
thought was like Greek and Latin. neees-
sary for boys, but not for girls.
Smiling at these recollections, Pierre
entered the door of White Hall. the gov
ernor's mansion, and met his grandfather
Just coming out. Governor Stuyvesant
rarely showed his temper to his favorite
erandchild, but now he frowned and said,
| $50 home, sir; this is no place for you. L
am going to tho fort" ION, let me co."
pleaded Pierre, and because his grand
| father did not hear him, he took silence
for consent and followed.
| The fort was full of soldiers, burGhers
| and citizens, all anxious and eagerly walt
ing for the governor. Bowling Green was
| filled with wagons, which the farmers had
driven in from the country early that
| morning. On the hill slopes outside the
fort their horses were grazing, and lean
ing against the palisades was collection
of traders, peddlers and Indians. Cows
and pigs were feeding i'll tho streets, and
| over Beetman's swamp a hock OF wllu
turkeys rose like cloud and disappeared.
| Inc Ln1llSn kulDS ihy WIN Suns ASS'NN'
1t was a peaceful and pretty scene, and
as Governor Stuyvesant looked upon 1t
his temper burst like a whrlwind. Ten
thousand devils! What is this | hear?'
he roared. "Surrender! Never! Rather
will hang and draw tho first traitor who
suggests it, All kept silent. There was
no use in striving with "Hardkopping
Piet'' Oieadstrong Peter, when he was
in one of his RACES. He went stamping
around the fort on his wooden leg, and
Pierre followed. "MiscreantsV he
shouted. "Cowardsl Who is it that
wishes to surrender New Amsterdam to
these rufilans? Let him speakV
But everyone was saved this necessity
by the appearance of an English aide,
who made his way to the governor and
presented him paper from the English
commodore, requiring the surrender oil
the town, by order of his highness the
duke of York. brother of his majesty
King Charles ii. of England. For answer
to this request, Hardkopping Pet tore the
letter in pieces, declaring that surrender
he would not while the breath remained
in his body.
Pierre expected to hear the roar of guns
, and the voice of battle. but instead some
thing very different occurred. Much Il
, tants of New Amsterdam did not shar'
the lofty patriotism of their governor
I that for the sake of the quiet which the!
: loved, and the commerce which they loyet
; still more, they we're willing not only L
: tolerate the English, but to allow them 4
. become the masters of the city; and whei
, a deputation of 20 burghers. among whom
was Pierre's father, Sesought the gov
= ernor upon their knees TO accept the com
q modore's terms, declaring besides tina
4 they would by no wise, either by arms
4 money or consent, help to defend tn
> town, the brave old leader was forced I
a yield. Forsaken by his own, even, he wa
. powerless. So the letter was picked NJ
. pieced together, and proper answer sen
o to the English commander.
As the messenger left the fort, Pierre
: who had crept close to his Rrandfathe
$ took his hand, and looked up reverentl
@ into the stern old face. II would hav
a fought with you, grandfather! he whis
pered, loyal in defeat. The governor locke
down at him proudly. "lf they had bee
n like thee" he answered, in tho good oil
Dutch tongue, "holland might not hay
a been disgraced." And then he RENAME
10 silent, while slowly the Dutch flag wa
~ lowered from above the fort, and II
# raised in it's stead. 1t was a moment
Is destiny. and as New Amsterdam fell
< line with the English speaking colonie
"a the star of Holland in the New world san
ia forever from view.
/, The garrison looked at the white pc
n nant with satisfaction, but the governor
W eyes blazed. "MercenairesV muttere
Il the old firebrand, who would have give
10 his house and lands, his "bowerie" dive
10 ing and all the money in his strong be
.. for one good shot at the English ships.
w would rather be carried out dead"
m would rather be carried out dead echo'
is Pierre, and felt the tears rising.
10 New Amsterdam had become New Yor
m then. as now, the metropolis of the ne
of world. But Pierre formed plan 10 raj
nd troops, make the Indians allies, and dri
the English away. He had just decide
to make himself captain when-Oh! w
he being scalpedl No, it was only Lei
pulling his hair. Pierre felt his bloc
- Jingle as he jumped back nearly two ce
- turtles and half. Legs" he said, 81
- EMMY. this picture, you know, is Cove
Is nor Stuyvesant, he was the last Dut'
10 governor of New York" Legs looked u
=. interested. Pierre CROPPED blndly amor
~ his historical facts for one which mig
"a appeal to Legs. "Oh, Legs, don't you
= member he had n wooden leg?n
"a "Was he born with il, or did it gro
- later" asked Legs sweetly.
- Pierre's answer came straight from 4
~, SHOULDER but as he settled down TO re,
~ ganize the team, he glanced up at the {
portrait. and fancied, no, actually saw,
IA kindly twinkle in the eye.-Sdn Ia
:, Herald.
tie Free Lunch Plot.
RS from the Cincinnati Tribune.
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