Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-12-20


may not be too stupid to give you a de-
scription Of her."
Amelia, who had been listening at the
door, started up the stairs. The rustling
OF soft robes and scampering of feet just
ahead Of her indicated that she was not
the only person who had been listening,
and she caught glimpse Of Molly.
Flying to the room in which her lover
was prisoner, she unlocked the door
and entered.
What is it, Amelia?'' he asked.
The Tory dragons have surrounded
the house," she hastily painted. "They
suspect-they know you are here"
Maurice's face was very grave, but
there was not a sign of fear upon it. He
laid one hand on the hilt of his sword and
asked:
How many are there?"
Il know not exactly, but there must be
Dozen"
Twelve to one-the odds are great,
Amelia; but I will not be taken She
began to weep softly and wiring her
hands, moaning:
ooh, what shall we do? What shall we
do?'
He tenderly placed an arm about her,
and in his low, gentle voice, said;
Come, come, my little sweetheart; you
are too brave to give way in that man
ner. Let us never give up in despair"
''But there will be bloodshed.'
Perhaps, but we hope it will not be
ours. Keep your wits about you, and
await developments"
The rain was beating in torrents
against the window. Maurice blew out
the candle and gently lifting the window
put out his head. The tread of a sentry
below, induced him to abandon the half
formed resolution of climbing from the
window. Closing the window he took his
pistols from his belt and examined the
printing to see that the powder was dry
Maurice, have you a horse near?"
asked Amelia
Eyes, my steed is under the old oak
few rods west of the garden. They will
not find him.
eff you could get away from the house,
would you not escape?'
II should have little to fear if L was
only three rods in this darkness
She cautiously opened the door, and
seeing that the hall was yet clear, whis
pered:
Follow me-"
They hurried along the hall, quickly de-
scended the rear stairway and were in
total darkness.
"Give me your hand" she whispered,
and led him along narrow corridors, I'M
til they finally reached a large apart
ment. Accommodating at the windows,
they ascertained that a sentry had been
posted at each.
eve are completely cut off," Amelia
sighed.
At this moment they heard footsteps
moving hurriedly all over the house. Be
fore they could retreat the door was
thrown open and a trooper with lantern
in one hand and a sword in the other,
entered. Maurice in a second had the
soldier by the throat With almost super
human strength and agility he threw him
noiselessly on the floor, and quickly chok-
ed him into insensibility.
sOuick, Amelia! Get cords and [ will
tie him so he can do no HARM" The
girl, who had now partially regained her
GOODNESS, FASTENED to bring cords with
which the dragoon was tied, hard and
fast. Maurice tore strip from the
table cloth and bound it about his mouth.
The light Of the lantern showed that
they were in the large dining room, and
there was closet leading off from it in
which was usually kept the silver plate
of Sir John. Amelia pointed to it. The
closet was locked, but she had the key
in her possession. She quickly unlocked
the closet and they put the Tory inside.
ssOne less to contend WITH said the
patriot
They were still debating what to do
when, turning toward the door, they saw
Captain Mark Tapley and Sir John
standing there, covering the young con-
federate with their pistols.
"Hold! nv fine felloww said the Tory.
eve have you in close quarters, and If
Won make a move to seize that sword,
or draw a weapon, we will drop you
where you stand.
Notwithstanding to move was certain
doath the brave young Continental
would have seized his sword or drawn
pistol had not Amelia sprang to ms sac
and clasped his right arm and held 1t
captive.
"Hal ha! ha! Sir John, you are con-
WINGED now that your niece mas a loVer'
are YOU not? We have caught the sly
voung fox in his own trap-the trap OF
love-
Keeping him still covered, they adyanc-
ed Step into the apartment, when an
other parsonage appeared on the scene.
The fair traveller noiselessly stole to the
door. With cooked pistol in each nand'
lavelipg one at Sir John, and one at the
captain, she said: :.
Hold, gentlemen! ! have WORD 20
sayy' ron D,
cried the captain, wheeling about to nna
the muzzle of a pistol almost touching
his face. r4;ror+o1
II am Mol Pitcher, of the Continental
Army, woman cannoneer at your service !
and the best shot in Putnam's army. II
Won Won want to live, obey me, for my myers
are strangely inclined to touch these 'is-
gers - 4ona The two
90 Sne whom s she covered with her pistol
Ln . only too well that it was certain