New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1903-08-19
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A REAL DAUGHTER I
OF THE REVOLUTION
Copyright, 1909, BY ]. B. Lippincott Company.
SYNOPSIS.
BY CAROLINE GEBIIARDT.


ficer dashes through the lines and disap-
pears IS rs Y fstorm DELAYS
of British soldiers, and Col Bessemer,
quite willing to remain in the company of
Miss Eliery During dinner strange
figure with black face and covered with
long coat, enters dining-room and gives
cHAPTER IIT..British officers startled
recognize in him Capt Worthington who
| they much wished to capture. He was
patriot lover OF Miss Ellery.. That night
the British were attacked at the Ellery
plantation, and many of them killed and
wounded.
CHAPTER Iv.-Miss Ellery starts on
quarrel because of his night attack on her
guests at her home which b, was led by
boasts of his engagement to her.
CHAPTER V.-Capt. Worthington pre-.
vents Miss IS. E Her from failing i into
him of being a party to the wicked plot,
and ordered him never to visit her again.
Two months later Col Bessemer and his
was her brother, again visited her home
during the presence of her father and
CHAPTER vI.-Col. Bessemer proposes
to Miss Ellery and is to have his an
swer later-possibly when he has re-
turned from a campaign against Col.
CHAPTER vII.-Bessemer surprises
Sumter's troops and captures a number
Of them. In the evening he and his
where a mysterious prisoner of some
rank is lodged in the house for safe keep
| ing. The officers entertain the loyalists
evening. One of the guests tells Besse-
mer of Worthingtons love for Miss Ell
lerv s--.
His was the only continental uni
form among them, and he the only
trained soldier, but every man in
that company was a dead shot, an
expert horseman, and an intrepid
spirit. In fact, he had gathered one
| of those bands of mounted rifiemen
that were to make .Sumter's fame
and do so much for the preservation
| of South Cardinals liberty.
In the ashes of the fire were bak-
ink sweet potatoes and hoe-cakes,
and Worthington was just in time to
partake of the MONDAY meal.
The next two months were monot-
onous ones for Jane, despite the re-
turn of her father and mother from
Charleston and the weeks visit
which her brother made them. Ar
irving from England with his COM
mission as lieutenant in Lord Corn
wallis army, he was assigned by that
general to Bessemer's command, and
the latter graciously obtained for
him ten-days' furlough that he
might visit his home, sending by him
numerous messages to Jane.
The morning of the seventeenth of
August, 1850, was hot and sultry.
James father had been carried out
by Gabriel and Absalom, and placed
in his chintz-covered armchair in the
summer-house. Jane sat beside him,
reading aloud passages from his IA
vorite Cicero.
His two months treatment under
the famous Charleston doctor had
done him but little good. The hands
which lay upon the arms of his chair
were as tremulous as leaves of the
aspen-tree, while the veins stood in
thick blue cords above the scared
and yellow skin. The face, once
beautifully white, was covered with
brown blotches, and the silken gray
curls hung with distressing thinness
upon his shoulders.
Nevertheless, he made an exquisite
picture in his lowered chair. His
yellow silk-lined coat was thrown
open, displaying the dainty white
ness OF his rufaed shirt. His brown
silk hose were drawn up without a
| wrinkle over his thin legs and met
| bis brown knee-breeches under jewell
t'uckled carriers. The great magnolia
trees, one on either side of the sum-
roer-house, cast a luxurious shade,
making the wearing of the three
cornered hat which lay beside him I'M
necessary. The air was heavy with
! the rich odor of the ripened grapes
in the vineyard to the left, while on
the right the hower-garden was ra-
| diant with hollyhocks and larkspurs
and marigolds, and great tubs of
Towering oleander. The summer
| house itself was mass of morning
glories and passion-fowers.
Jane was not the least attractive
bit of the pleasing picture, ins her
white frock with it's pulled paniers,
| its elbow-sleeves, and it's low-cut
bodice modestly filed in with lace
trimmed kerchief that was drawn
not too closely about the white
throat.
Into the peace and quiet of this
scene broke the sound of many
horses feet. what is it,, my daugh-
ter?" Mr.. Ellery asked, grasping the
arms of his chair with trembling
hands. rs it the rebels?''
Nay, father Jane answered, tine
thinks it is rather the British, to
judge by the dashes of red I see
among the trees; but I will go and
find OUT
She laid her book upon the table
as she spoke, and, rising from her
seat, left the summer house and
walked with light, quick step to-
wards the mansion.
CHAPTER VI.