The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1902-02-28

Dorothy found her position at home
difficult in the extreme. Her father
rarely spoke to her, ignoring her pres
ence as far as possible. His attitude
of Tory was obnoxious to most Of
their neighbors, who in consequence
ceased to visit at Carroll Place. They
were made to feel their disfavor in
more ways than one. Their tobacco
plants were pulled UP, outlying hay
racks were burned. Once a stone was
thrown at the Colonel as he passed on
horseback through their market town.
Nor did the adjectives he hurled at the
crowd that sheltered his assailant in.
crease his popularity. Added to this
was Dorothy's anxiety about her
brothers, from whom letters came in.
frequently. She grew wan and ner.
vous under the strain-though she did
not speak of nervousness. Colonial
women were not afflicted with nerves.
One evening in December as Doro.
thy sat in her own room late at night.
nursing the sad th"nInts she sedu.
lousy put forth from her during the
day, when she was with her mother,
she was startled 10y pebble thrown
against her window. With her heart
in her mouth she listened, another
then another. She summoned courage
to 90 to the easement. raise the sash
softly, push the shutter back and ask
"Who's there -
arthur" was the answer. Come
down and let me in. Don't rouse any
one; but be quick"
Dorothy stole down the stairs, eau
tiously unclaimed the great door, and
her lover to slip out of the
shadow of the portico into the dark
hall, where Dorothy's candle twinkled
like a glowwork. He blew it out.
"Dorothy," he said, Il am in deadly
peril. l sought the British camp as
a spy, hoping to discover Tarleton's
plans. | thought my disguise perfect
but l was betrayed. By chance |
learned my peril and fled. | have
travelled two nights, hiding by day; l
lost my way, am wounded; | dare
not go home, for they are on my track
and | should be taken. | would not
grudge my life to my country, if l
could place my iniormations in Wash
ington's hanl. Unless You can help
me and hide me am lost
They will not look Tor you here, in
the house Of an avowcd Tory" said
Dorothy, reassuringly. fortunately,
father is not at home tonight. The
only fire is in my room; | must take
you there, and will get you food and
wine
1t was pitiful Object That stood re-
vealed in the freight. naggard,
gaunt, ragged, the young Continental
dropped down in dead fatigue.
Don't make light, Dorothy. l
would not bring you into peril for the
world | can wait till morning for
food if can only rest
According to the N-rsinian custom
the kitchen was apart from the nou &c.
Dorothy dared not venture to the SER
wants quarters, but she stole softly
down to the dining room and secured
a bottle of wine ond a few of the beat
en- biscuit for which southern cooks,
even in those days, were famous.
These she bore to her room for her
lovers refreshment.
Arthur had barely tasted the wine
when the swift gallop of troop of
horses was heard outside, few sharp
words of command, and then a thun-
derous knocking at the great door.
"Open in the Kings name!'
The hunted man drew a paper from
among his tatters and with the other
hand drew his pistol.
Take this, Dorothy, and for Gods
sake get it to Washington, somehow.
As for myself, l shall sell my life as
dearly as possible. Dearest, | am sor-
ry to have brought this upon YOU"
mo, no; wait I have a plan"
cried Dorothy, flinging open the door
of a great clothes-press that stood in
one corner of the large, irregu!arly
shaped apartment. Pushing bedding
and boxes to one SIDE she motioned
Arthur to get upon the broad shelf
that ran across it.
push on that panel; push hard,
harder! Oh pray God the springs are
not too rusted to work Push with
all your might y
Reluctantly the unused panel swung
back leaving an aperture large enough
to admit the man.
'Push it back close to place. Don't
try to get out till | come for you.
And don't worry, we shall outwit
them"
While Dorothy replaced the con-
tents of the clothes-press in their usu-
al order she heard the negro butler,
old Pompey parleying with the callers.
"For de Lawd, sab, there's no one
home but Ole Missus and Miss Do'thy
sab No sub de Kuh'nel done gone
to town, sub. No sub; dey amt no
visitors, nobody what's belong here,
sub y
Then Mistress Dorothy, taking the