Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1901-04-05

A.SN ii'ii'oiil Scitipil Illn-itS WIN
the public. and we are particular thai no
damaging news reaches her cars"
by this time Lieut.. Orrics had come
with a bundle of dirty linen for the laun-
dress. She took it, saying she would
carefully wash, iron and return it To
him.
Bring it yourself. my sweet one: a
sight of your pretty face is enough to cure
one OF the blues"
She made Il wry face at him. and. with
~ toss OF her pretty head. started off, say
ing:
I'll send EN- by my big brother"
The launlress with the bundle on her
head, went down the street to one of the
busiest, narrowest noisicst and ut the
same timc, poorest portions of the city.
AT one of the poorest houses she paused
10 unlock the door.
There was Il little rear yard. which.
above the ground, represented a network
of clothes lines. Evidently she was not
the only laundrcss in that neighborhood.
In a great, wide fireplace in the rear was
n kettle and boiler. Il washtub and scrub
bing board, and all the paraphernalia of
Il washerwoman.
When she entered she threw the bundle
into Il corner. saying:
"rhat's not much in the way of work,
but / have gained Il world of Informal
ton to-day
No longer compelled to act n part. she
relaxed her vigilance, became herself.
and, despite her disguise, any one would
have recognized her as the daring spy,
Molly Pitcher.
$50 after all, this notorious rcdcoat,
who has made up his mind to marry
Amelia liarcourt, hasa wife. l am very
glad | waited there for this laundry. 1T
gave me something l might have missed,
and | don't want to miss anything"
Molly was a newcomer in the neigh
borllood, and the people by whom she
was surrounded We're very eager to know
where she had come from. She told
them that she was Il young widow. Her
husband had been killed in the Flatbush
fight, and she was left dependent on her
own resources. She was a quiet little
body, who seemed only intent on making
an honest living by honest toll.
Next day, after washing the linen she
had brought with her, she hung it on the
line to dry. and set out for the home of
the Quaker Darrah, where she repre-
scnted herself as n poor, young M
who WAS doing washing for Il living, and
solicited their patronage.
Mrs. Darrah was willing to entrust
some to her. She asked if there WAS any
young ladies whom she might secure for
customers? Yes, there was n young lady
in the next floor. Could she see her:
The good Qualercss thought she might.
but she would first go up and ascertain.
She assembled the broad, winding stair
way. and Il few moments later returned,
saying:
The young lady will see thee and talk
of thy charges"
The pretty laundress tripped up the
stairway and found Amelia alone. The
latter sazed at her visitor for Il moment
and then as she gradually realized the
truth, uttered a cry of JOY and fell upon
cautioned her to be more guarded, and
the disguised spy and happy maiden sat
side by side Il long while talking in wills
pers. Molly told her all about her lover,
and she also told of the return of Cap
tain Sanford's wife.
$50 the villain is married?' she gasp
ed. II always believed him a monster,
and now i know it,
III lIlltl NiCM wits uUIIiti. Molly HOW
had an excuse to return, and assured her
she would do 50. With IL small bundle
of laundry she left the house and went
to her humble home, which She had occu-
pied only Il few days.
That evening as she was preparing her
tea. there came Il rap Mt her door. Open
ing ii she saw Il man whose age it would
be difficult to determine. His features
We're pinched and worn, one eye was COW
cred with a patch, and he carried an arm
in a sling. His face denoted pain, disap-
pointment and suffering.
Does the new laundress live here::" he
asked, in n thin, cracked voice.
Yes. What do you want with her:"
I'm her BROTHER he answered, enter
ing the room unl,iddcn.
We'll, l think yer u liar Molly an
swered.
NO. no-I'm not-at least. I'm to be
her brother for the time being He
closed the door, and in a voice more
natural. but lower. asked:
molly. don't you know meg
What. by the horn spoons. it's Maui
rice. Captain Maurice Fitzgerald. Why
did you run your neck into the halter
again!'