The National tribune., 1900-11-15

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her arm pretectingly about the shoulders
of her dear son. to assure him of safety.
rs that great bawling calf the only
man in the coach?" asked another man
coming forward.
He is all" answered the man who had
opened the coach door.
1.-The man we are after don't howl in
that manner. You can drive ON
The carriage rolled on. The sun was
setting when they reached the village, and
stopped at tavern kept by an old-timt
! Dutchman. No one in the village save
Harry, the Commodore and his family
knew that Aaron Burr was in the village
Harry Granger was sent for, and or
| reaching the hotel Mrs. Chick wrote on i
slip of paper:
go just in. Won't 60 at usual hour
! g. A meet at tavern. 80"
Col. Burr read the note with no little
| concern, and at 10 o'clock that night
stealthily made his way in disguise TO the
| tavern. He was admitted TO the apart
ment Of Mrs. Chick and her mother.
My dear Colonel, why, you great
naughty fellowr' said Mrs Jarvis, with
that playfulness so characteristic of youth
Why do you fly away without word OF
| warning?"
Burr, with a grim sort of humor, an
swered:
My dear madame, there are times ir
the career of some men when delays are
dangerous"
Your career, my dear Colonel, is GER.
tainly a very romantic one. So grand
gloomy and peculiar. You are so like
like the man who crossed the Alps. Who
was it, Alice, dearI Was it Julius Cesar
Hannibal or Cicero?'
ut makes no difference at this late day
| mother. | fancy that the Colonel don't
i care to study history. There are other
matters more important"
But the model of Queen Elizabeth was
not easily subdued, and frequently inter
ruptcd the long, earnest conversation be
tween the Vice-President and Mrs. Chick
| The latter had been summoned by The
| Colonel, that they might discuss matters
which concerned themselves alone; yer
Mrs. Jarvis frequently put in a. word.
1t was midnight before the Colonel left
the tavern. The youthful model of Queer
| Elizabeth was taking the sweet, innocent
maps of childhood, while her son Asa was
snoring in his chair AS the Colonel tool
| his departure, Mrs. Chick rose and tried
to look very qucenly in her dark, flowing
robes She laid her hand on the Colonel's
arm as if to detain him for a moment, ana
then in n voice which she flattered herself
| resembled the tintinabulations of q silver
| bell. she asked:
Where, are you going?'
ITO what point?''
| philadelphia first
She gazed at him with her bright. blaci
eyes for moment, and then said:
Il will 90 there, also
! Mrs. Chick, | have told you my des
tination; see that you breathe it to NJ
one A man with n halter about his necl
and energetic officials anxious concerning
his welfare, does not care to publish
| abroad his designs"
Col. Burr, | understand" Mrs. Chici
answered. II am one Of my sex who car
keep secret, as you must know" Their
undertone, Il will see you in Philadcl
phia."
Early Monday morning CommoG orc
| Truxtun ordered his horses harnessed tC
his carriage, and set out with Aaron Burr
| to Cranberry, about 20 miles from Peril
Amboy. Burr did not leave Perth Amboy
1 n moment too soon, for the carriage was
scarce a mile on its way before the same
energetic officers were in the village, but
were misled by some remarks of Mrs
| Chick, and set to watch deserted house
in the north part of the village, while the
fugitive was increasing the distance be.
| tween himself and them.
| From Cranberry Col Burr was con
vcyed in light wagon to the ferry at Bris
tol, whence he crossed into Pennsylvania
and by back roads made his way, incoc
through the country toward Philadclphia,
| News Travelled slowly in those DAYS and
in the back country through which Aaron
| Burr made his flight none had heard OF
the crime. One of the crossroads taverns
was Kept by an old acquaintance and ad.
nirer Of Aaron Burr, so the fugitive made
| it in his way to call and spend the night