Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1901-02-21

in an agony of terror lest her father
should be seen before he was hidden
away at all, but outwardly she was very
calm.
In the shed stood a large meat barrel.
or fierce, which Cato had brought out
| of the cellar a few days before, and was
now standing empty beside a pile of
wood. In her desperation the girls
quick eye espied it, and she drew the
hunted officer toward it.
Its a capital hiding place." said the
major, grasping her intention. Pack
me in as hastily as you car and, moth
er. you go and entertain our visitors
Mai. CrawforG's bulky form was pres
emily compressed within the interior
of the cask, which was really the most
available hiding place he could have
| sought. Polly threw in an OLD garment
| about him, and laid a few sticks of wood
carelessly upon that, leaving the top of
the barrel uncovered. Then she re-
turned to the sitting-room, where she
found her mother engaged in an eXcit-
ing dialogue with the leader of the Brit
ish party
"Where have you hidden that rebel
hOunQ, your nusodnu dsheO Ia O4h
Ger.
Mai. Crawford is capable of taking
care of himself without any of my
help" answered the patriotic woman.
who had recovered her courage wonder
fully.
you do not deny, then, that the
traitor is within?"
Search for yourself. If my husband
is here, you can find him." And Mrs.
Crawford sat quietly down.
"Show me the way to your cellar.
| GIRL said the Englishman to Polly.
Would it not be best to begin with
the garrets, and go DOWN." asked the
young girl, her black eyes dancing
saucily. Because" she continued, I'VE
have wine in the cellars, and your men
might not be able to prosecute the
search any further"
Capt. Dacy gave her a look that he in
tended to be very severe. Lead the
way to the cellar he said, sternly.
Polly obeyed with a pretty pout. DO
you think my father is like pork and
potatoes, 20 be in our cellar?" she
asked.
He is in the house somewhere, and
we intend to find him." answered the
officer, a young man who affected the
brusque style of Tarleton, well known
on both sides for his cruelty and SOL
dieriike qualities.
But they found no hint of anybody's
presence in the cellar: and. after a
careful examination, the officer led his
soldiers up the stairs.
The upper rooms of the mansion
were subjected to the same careful
search as the cellar had been, and with
the same ill-success. The walls n
the sides of the room were sounded
with swords and bayone>s. but no
signs of a living being in hiding was
discovered.
''This is strange" declared the cap
tain. Maj. Crawford's horse is in The
stable. and it is scarcely likely that
he would try to get away on foot. Yet
a cat couldn't stow himself away where
we haven't looked. Where's Wilson,"
The tory was outside; but he came
within. as he heard his name spoken
by the officer. A nail on the barrel
caught and tore a rem in his frock, as
he went past it in the shed.
There! You won't stand III the way.
any fonger!" cried the man, angrily,
as he gave the cask a violent kick and
knocked it over upon its side. Fortu-
nately, the tierce fell with its uncov-
ered head toward the wall: and ne
one suspected that the object of their
search was within it.
what do you make of it. Wilson,
inquired Capt. Dacy.
"I don't think the majors here" re-
turned the tory. He got wind of