The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1902-10-10
Then accept the invitation you will
receive in a moment for tomorrow

night.
II can do naught but my duty. and
that occupies me"
2"Oh. YOU cannot? WeSwiM see. I
shall take my course as you select
Then in an instant she was looking at
to tell you of something" and she got
up and walked towards a lady Of grace
figure and as sweet and sincere a
face as I had yet seen in that gay
room.
"Mr. Merton let me present you to
&the dearest woman$in this whole world.
the Baroness Riedesel.'
With an amused laugh the lady gave
me her hand, and I bent over 1t with
out affectation, for any one could see
that she was a generous, loving wom-
an with a L.eart big enough for all. and
a face that was as beautiful as 1t was
good. She spoke with a marked ac-
cent, but In perfect English.
= am very glad to know MI. Mer-
ton"
But hat Is not all,' said the brazen
young woman at my side, st want you
to do something very kind to me.
"What is 1t, Debby, dear?" asked the
aroness.
ASK him to your supper tomorrow
night. I find I knew him once long.
long ago in Boston. Will you, dear?"g
The older lady leaned over inc kissed
her, laughing.
Surely. Will you come at s, Mr..
Merton? We live next to h corner
Of Wall and William streets, close by
Governor Tryon's mansion"
I said I would, and thanked her, and
we moved on to find the girls father.
AS we approached, she looked up at
me with a bland and childlike express
sion, and said softly:
You may live day longer, sir!"
and was gone.
/ saw 9. cluster Of young men In uni
forms gather about her and beseech a
dance, and we heard them tell her she
had driven Sir Henry away by her ac-
tons. And then she waS the center
OF the room, with the men around her
like bees, talking and laughing as II
she had not another thought In the
world, and I knew 1t was right so, for
was there another head set so jauntily
on such another pair of shoulders in all
that room? ~ 4
T stood, saying over to myself again
and again, yet she is my wife, young
coxcomb. that art leading her away SO
%proudly!. She is my wife. man! She is
my wife!" And I went out through the
hall saying it under my breath, and
found Acton andAtook him off, saying it
over and yer again, till he began ask
ing me what the devil allied me, and
| -WlldL lllOLlSiSo dpOul, dllO G4ldd = "
ticed Mistress This and Mistress That.
and I babe him go hang. himself for q
dirty spy that as hesWas.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE DINNER OF THE BARONESS
RIEDESEL.
At the stroke Of 6 the next night i
stood before the fine mansion which
the Barones ERiedesel occupied, with a
foreboding, and, to tell good truth, a.
bit of f1uttering in my insides. We,
Acton and i, had late In the night
slipped back into the ruined house and
found the old woman lying in the back
room nearly dead with terror, and with
the mark Of a foul blow over her eye
and down her cheek.We got her up
and brought her to, only to find Hazel
tine gone. II was no place for us, and
SO, on her advice, ana jdeer1ing the
open method wisest, we betook our
selves to the "Star and Garter" a
boarding house kept by Mrs. Hodges
at the Battery down below Clinton's
mansion and over against old Fort
George. *#
There we stayed all day, working
cut, partly from our window view,
partly from our information, the lay Of
the land back Of 9Arnold's house, just
above the commander-in-chief's man
4 S1On. OIly& once 4 vent OUT lO%IlQQl a
man named Low, who had been men
toned to me as a brave patriot Of the
Sons of Liberty, living under the
stigma of Toryism to serve his country
by staying In the city-a doctor
1 chirurgeon. I went down Wall street,
by the hosts of shops that had laces
and silks and satins in their windows,
and rare fruits, and met ladies daintily
picking their way from carriages
through the muddy streets, full Of pit
falls and holes and filthy cutters where
the drains ran. Is &
-Four times in that hour T met carts
with IVA over them, but not SO
completely as to prevent one from see-
ing half a dozen dead bodies lying one
on the other beneath the covering, go
ing, 81 a. shorkeeper told me, to the
trenches up above the city, where they
We're thrown to rot In the sun and rain.
Many OF them were my compatriots,
who had lain in the Sugar House or
Bridewell prison-for many thousands
Of our poor fellows lay here still, since
the day: more than three year ago.
when I had marched north with Put
nam for my life. Low + found at last,
and a. good man and true he was to
me. Somehow he knew OF my coming,
and we arranged a plan for an attack
at. the DOT of Arnold's garden two days
hence.
Continued Next Week.)