The National tribune., 1900-11-08

evening before that he would throw away
his fire.
With a sneer and the most bitter irony,
Burr said:
| What he wrote the night before! All,
the coward, the bastard. 1t reads like the
confessions of a penitent monk"
These isolated expressions convey no
idea whatever of the fiery impressiveness
with which he spoke. He justified what
he had done; nay, applauded it. He was
| moved to the depths of his soul; and Har-
| ry, who had never seen him reused be-
| fore, was awestruck at this strange out
| burst of emotion and the startling force
| fires of his wrath had famed up for q
moment he became calmer, and in his
| usually pleasant voice he continued:
Harry, l will not burden your ears
with my wrongs. No one will ever under
stand me, no one ever can, for no one can
ever be placed in my position. | am not
| read Alright by men in this age and gen
| GRAFTON, and the man who may attempt
my biography in the future will never
know what he is doing. 1t is now almost
day, and l must back to my barge, but /
have two favors to ask of you"
His manner was so changed, his voice
so gentle and sad, that Harry was quite
under his power.
What are your requests ColOnelT' he
| asked.
Point out to me Commodore Truxtuns
house first, and then deliver this note to
Mrs. Chick, who is at her mothers house,
Mrs. Jarvis, in New York. IL you cannot
see her, see Datchery ard give it to him;
| it will answer as well. Datchery is in the
city"
Those dark, almost black, hazel eyes
were on Harry, and he was completely un-
der their spell. He could not deny any
the house of the Commodore, and before
the sun had risen was on his way to de-
liver the mysterious cypher message to
Mrs. Chick
Between the hours Of 0 and 10 on that
beautiful Sabbath morning Commodore
Truxtun was engaged in his study, when
servant came and said gentleman
wanted to see him. Supposing it was one
of his neighbors, he said:
ASK him to be seated in the drawing
ROOM
Before the Commodore could go down
to his visitor, Mrs. Truxtun came in and
said:
at is the Vice-President"
The Commodore Immediately rose and
went downstairs, and n negro boy came
to him and said that Col. Burr was in a
boat and wished to see him. On going
out the Commodore discovered the boat
that landed the negro boy lying off at a
short distance from the shore, and the
bargemen on their oars, keeping a posi-
ton opposite Truxtun's landing-place.
As soon as the Commodore approached
near enough to the boat, the Vice-Presi-
dent and himself exchanged salutations.
The boat came in and Burr and Swartout
again landed. Burr introduced Swartout
to the Commodore, for they had never be-
fore met.
"We have been most of the night on
the water" said Burr, land dish of good
coffee would not come amiss."
1T shall be furnished with pleasure"
returned the Commodore.
As soon as they got on the piazza, he
ordered breakfast, which was quickly pre-
pared.
After breakfast Swartout bade Burr
adieu, and returned to New York in the
barge
Commodore, can horses be procured to
take me further southwark" asked Burr
Il don't believe you can get them to-
day, Colonel, as it is Sunday" said the
Commodore. $50 for the present you
must content yourself where you are"
Cant | go as far as CranberryT
''Not to-day, Colonel. Wait until to-
morrow and then we shall see."
The Vice-President was very anxious
and uneasy, and toward night became just
the least nervous, though moody and 81
lent.