Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1902-08-06
10 COCO utNS
AS LIZA LOVED
THE KING"
BY curran R. Greenley

The old req urick Hfahssou htooo I'd
-.,,ntv its harsh outlines of uncompro.
.,slnv souareness half hidden by a
-, IN Cuelder roses that climbed and
.hreyy long green arms of loneliness
.-asna the small diamond pancs Of the
.ss,daws. A straight box bordered path
I'd down TO the gate through an ave
-. az beeches where the sunlight fell
a. atce riffs down upon the blue grass
s,.<b with the green OF May Maytime
n old Kentucky in the year OF our Lord
,sss Beyond the rustic gate a broad.
~sfte road ran from east to west
Those we're strange professions that
~ound along the great highread. the
artery Of trade from the east over the
Al,sshanies to Kentucky and the south
sru country that lay beyond IN the gate
WV Of the wilderness trains Of
white covered wagons filled with a
medley OF women. children. household
,pods. with their escorts OF stalwart
men on horseback. Already the hegira
"a the west had commenced. often a
,rsbe Of Choctaws bound for the wig.
wum OF the great father. grim, dusk
faces under nodding plumes, animated
bundles, with smaller bundles bound to
their backs. assride Of the ponies. silent
az ghosts, ard passing. always passing.
Go the long white road
Twice each day. with the long tan.
tsra.ra.ra Of the bugles and the rattle
Of whip and hoof. came the stagecoach,
a dash Of color from east 20 west. and
again the quiet of earth and sky.
Over the hills, whose dim. blue line
encompassed her world around. the
ehIlas heart went each day with the
DYING echo of hoof and bugie: over
The hills. where the gold lights OF sun.
set kissed the pink limestone cliffs.
frightening to emerald green the tufts
Of maldenhair Ia the deep clefts. and
farther UP. where the mists caught and
held them. deepening into the evenings
violet crown.
A slim, shy maid OF barely fifteen. In
her long. narrow skirt and prim ker.
chief drawn tightly across the childish
breast. the small brown hand shading
her level brows. she watched with
sistful eyes up the long ribbon OF
radcliffe Anne. with her peach bios
som face and soft gray eyes that had
dared TO look from under their long
black laslies at face that was the
face Of a peoples hero: not all the PEG
pie. for here I'm her fathers house Anne
had heard fierce dcnunclations and
even curses against that name. But
fAaWs So 30. A.. .tyts
maids romancingi Deep down In her
heart the girl cherished the memory
q one summer evening. when all alone
The great man refined In his horse and
spranz from the saddle to walk and
talk with pretty child. Two years
had come and gone. but over the low
cato Anne leaned and dreamed Of her
hero as did that Lisa In farofY Italy
Of her king.
The evening shadows grew longer
and the sun vanished behind the hills
as the tinkle OF bells chlmed up from
the pasture. With eyes stlll dream
thrslled Anne wandered out and across
the road to where the spring dubbed
up from It's messy pool. A little rustic
summer house sheltered II. and the lit
tic stream lost itself In a dense thicket
Of hazel bushes that grew close up to
the arhor. The girls light foot made
no saand as she entered and dropped
down upon the seat. Voices close at
hand aroused her as n low mnrmur
came from the hazel copse.
The best place Is where the road
comes through Huagerford's woods.
this side OF the mill"
Then another voice: IL don't Ike IT,
It's doing all the dirty work and get
ting the kicks for pay. Let them as
wants him out OF the way put him
there"
Aud the nrst voice answered with an
OATH What's that to you7 The men
that wants Andrew Jackson dead
nain't the men as risks nuthin'."
Andrew Jackson" Aune's heart
gave great bound. then almost stop
ped. as there was rustic among the
bushes. She strained her ears 10 catch
the last words.
Hell likely spend tonight at Hun
scrford's. leaving there by daybreak."
NO. There haIn't but one Niger
along. He don't Ike comply a-travel-
In" And the low chuckle died IN the
distance.
II was nearly dark as Anne erept out
from her hiding place and glanced fear
fully up the long white road. She
knew that Huneerford's lay fifteen
miles away as the crow flies. and to
reach 1t would mean ride through the
night-morning would be too late;
knew too, poor child. that in the hearts
OF those about her dwelt the bitterest
hatred OF the man that she would have
risked her life to save! Not that they
would have lifted hand against his
IRE, but they would have laughed her
story down and babe her hush, as chill
dren should.
Alone In her little white curtained
room she knelt and prayed her simple
prayer. She had always been afraid OF
the dark-the dark that was like whis-
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