The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-11-05

frenzied with modification at the
completeness Of the surprise, recov-
cred from the fall he had received to
find Worthington lying at his feet.
"You treaeherous villain!" he cried.
~Unsheathing his sword, he was about
to run him through, when his eyes
met those of Lieut.. Ellery.
Edward, shot through the arm, had
been unable to control his plunging
steed and was dismounted, falling
with his head against the trunk of a
tree. Stunned, his brain just clear
ing when his gaze encountered that
OF his colonel. Bessemer could not
say that the young mans eyes
pleaded for the life of his old play
mate, yet there was that in them
which reminded the Englishman too
much of Jane not to make his arm
waver.
In calling Worthington a treacher-
GUS villain, a term which scarce ap-
piled to n who had ever been an
open enemy, his mind had been filled
with surmises of James treachery.
Might it not be that her morning ride
was for the very purpose Of gather
ing this band of Americans to rescue
her lover? Might not the whole am
buscade be of her planning? But
with Edwards face, the picture of her
own, before him such thought melted.
Nay, he could not believe her guilty
OF such disloyalty. Surely, the dan
ger of imperilling her brother, if no
other consideration, would have
stayed her. With his returning belief
in her came memory of her promise,
and he put aside his sword.
"Your horse, Edward,' he said; for
Edwards mount, reared from a colt
upon his fathers plantation and ever
the young mans pet, having succeed
ed in throwing his master, was seized
with CONSERVATION and now stood
with penitent, dropped head. Besse-
mer vaulted into the empty saddle,
and was soon recognizing his de-
moralized troops-encouraging, revil-
ing, inspiring.
AS his back was turned two figures
darted from behind. trees, seized
Worthington and made their way
boldly towards a thicket from whence
the shots came heaviest. The kid
naping of the prisoner had not been
unnoticed, but those redcoats who
sought to interfere found themselves
the special targets of the finest
marksmen in the world.
The fire slackened, the assailants
were drawing off. Sensing this, the
British began to beat the bushes for
their retiring foe. Bessemer divided
his forces and sent part of them, un-
der his. Lieutenant-Colonel Turner
with Edward as guide, to the east
ward, while he himself set out in the
opposite direction. The way lie had
chosen was that which would lead
him past the Elijah Ellery abode, and
he was prompted to this course by a
remark of Edwards that morning
that he supposed Jane had gone to
her Aunt ~Susannah's on her ride, else
she would have been back in time for
breakfast. With the escape of the
prisoner from his clutches, the En-
glishman's suspicion of Jane had re-
turned, and bitterly he regretted
now that he had not killed the Amer
lean while he had him in his power.
AS he rode towards the plantation a
determination fixed itself in his mind,
and he but needed Jane there to put
it into execution.
War had played sad havoc with the
Elijah Ellery place. The mansion
house had been burned by British
and tories some months bafora ,,b;j,
the once fertile fields lay neglected
and untitled. Mrs. Ellery now oc-
cnpied the cottage of the overseer.
himself away in the army with his:
employer. Breakfast was just over,
and Jane and her aunt still fingered
at the table. The temptation to pour
into her aunt's sympathetic ear the