Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-02-14

Miss Hafcouft seldom mlngleS with
the public, and we are particular that no
damaging news reaches her ears
by this time Lieut.. Orrick had come
with 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;
sight of your pretty face is enough to cure
one of the blues"
She made wry face at him, and, with
toss of her pretty head, started off, say
ing:
III send 'em by my big BROTHER
The laundress with the bundle on her
head, went down the street to one Of the
busiest, narrowest, noisiest and at the
same time, poorest portions Of the city.
At one of the poorest houses she paused
to unlock the door,
There was a little rear yard, which,
above the ground represented a network
Of clothes lines. Evidently she was not
the only laundress in that neighborhood.
In great, wide fireplace in the rear was
a kettle and boiler, washtub and scrub
bling board, and all the paraphernalia of
a washerwoman.
into a corner, saying:
'That's not much in the way Of work,
but 1 have gained world of informa
ton to-day"
No longer compelled to act part, she
relaxed her vigilance became herself,
and, despite her disguise, any one would
have recognized her as the daring spy,
Molly Pitcher.
so, after all, this notorious redcoat,
who has made up his mind to marry
Amelia Harcourt, has wife. | am very
glad l waited there for this laundry. 1t
gave me something l might have missed,
and I don't want to miss anything"
Molly was a newcomer in the neigh
borhood, and the people by whom she
was surrounded were very eager to know
where she had come FROM She told
them that she was young widow. Her
husband had been killed in the Flatbush
fight, and she was left dependent on her
own resources. She was 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-
scented herself as poor, young woman,
who was doing washing for 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 young lady
in the next floor. Could she see her:
| The good Quakeress thought she might,
but she would first go up and ascertain
| She assembled the broad, winding STAIR
way, and a few moments later returned
| saying:
| 1.-THE young lady will see thee and talk
| of thy charges
The pretty laundress tripped up the
stairway and found Amelia alone. The
latter gazed at her visitor for moment,
and then as she gradually realized the
truth, uttered a cry of JOY and fell upon
the neck Of her disguised friend. Molly
| cautioned her to be more guarded, and
the disguised spy and happy maiden sat
side by side 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!g she gasp
| ed. 81 always believed him monster,
and now L know it"
| The interview was hurried. Molly now
had an excuse to returG, and assured hef
| she would do So With small bundle
of laundry she left the house and went
to her humble home, which she had occu-
pied only a few days
That evening as she was preparing her
tea. there came rap at her door. open,
inc if she saw a man whose age 1t would
| no difficult to determine. His features
were pinched and worn, one eye was COW
cred with patch, and he carried an arm
in a sling. His face denoted pain, dlsap-
pointment and suffering
Does the new laundress live here! he
asked. in a thin, cracked voice.
..Yes. What do you want with nef!
s.Fm her brother he answered. enter
| inc the room unbidden.
sWen, 1 think yer liar" Molly an
swered. r., - bo
NO. no-Tm not-at least, In TO De
her brother for the time beng. ne
closed the door, and in voice more
natural, but lower, asked: =,
molly, don't you know me!
.9Vhat! By the horn spoons. it's Mau-
rice Captain Maurice Fitzgerald. " ~
did Won run your neck into the natter
| again?"