The southern sentinel. (Winnfield, La.) 1883-1910, 1903-08-28

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Matilda There are many hearts to
win and many things beside hearts -
| stake
!. A real Romney maid she looked, -
she descended tie broad stairway in
/ her clinging, short-waiste6- satin
gown. the click of her high-heeIed sir-
pe1 resounding on the polished stairs,
| the soft red Lips, curviEg with roguish
smiles, and the dimpIes playing hide
and seek IN the rose-ret cheeks. while
IN her hand she held crimson rose.
A crowd CT gallant beaux stood
ready to plead for the honor OF the
first dance.
NO less a parsonage than your
commander shall have the honor" and
she slipped by them and away TO where
he stood. earnestly talking 10 some OF
his men, but a touch on his arm ard
the frown was gone. and they were
stepping lightly to the tune OF state
" mfnuet.
Flash of Jewels. clank of swords.
simmer OF satin and lace, and aboveit
all the throbbing, pulsing notes OF the
violins. the sersuous rhythm of nu-
sic. the langurous perfume of flowers
Thus cid the faithful tory. John VII
burton. entertain the British.
Mistress Polly felt herself traitor
to her fathers cause. but loyal to her
country. for she knew, meath the shac-
ow OF the old. old tree. Warren Has
tings was waiting impatiently a sig
nal 10 enter.
Hessians and British swarmed
through the halls and room of the old
mansion. bright with the blaze OF
light from the many pronged silver
sconces on the wall. and the warm glow
of the log fire in the broad hreplaceS
for the chill of winter still fingered
in the spring air
Officers and soldiers feasted that
night. as they had not done since leav-
ing England. and forgot their troubles
IN looking on the red wine Of JohE
Wilburton-
Again the music and the dance began,
and again was Mistress Polly besieged
with requests for dances.
who dances with me pays . for
felt. Stack your swords in the corner
and I will scatter the leaves Of the
rose; whoever returns to me the great
est number. shall be rewarded with the
next dance And she held the rose
high above her head and shook the
petals in her hand
ClanL. cIank. ciank. and every man
laid down his sword and his males
tvs soldiers. in . tTice were scram-
bling over the floor after the petals
Of red. red rose
It was two BY the Grandfather clock
on the stairs as Mistress Polly stepped
lightly to the window. and the Light
Of a candle flashed out across the
night, and she went back to- the ball
room with a fast-beating heart and
flushed cheeks. Gayext Of the gay. she
fitted here and there cheering them
In their mad scramble for the scarlet
petals. The air was fragrant with the
oCor Of the crushed rose leaves. and
the perfume Of scented powder on
headdrees and wigs The girl grew
faint. az she watched the freight flick
er across the highly-polished door, and
counted the moments since she had
seen the first rays glimmer across the
walk. and caught Just one glimpse OF
q form beneath the trees Would he
conner she asked herself and, with
the question. the great doors swung
noiselexxly open and as noiselessly
Washington's men ranged themselves
around the room, and voice rang ont
triumphantly.
--Foorzooth. A merry game. and
what might 10 be, grntlenen?-
Instantly every British and Ressian
reached for his sword We are
caught. gentlemen; If we did not
know John WiIburton for such .
staunch friend of the king. we might |
say, we are betrayed But I would |
stake my honor on John WiIburton's |
loyalty. We surrender"
Amidst the tumuIt. terror and din |
stood Mistress Polly. roguish. salts |
fed smile on her lips. and her eyes |
alight with the CLEAN of triumph. IS
she caught the look Of approval on |
Warren Hastings face He crossed the |
room to her side. and they passed out |
on to the broad portico. As the door
closed behind them. he clzsped her in |
his arms, and whispered words Of |
love and praise that were only intended |
for the ears of Mistress Poly Wilbur
ton -
~Oh. It was dreadful thing to DO"
she sobbed you need never ask Of L
me again to do that OF which my father
Il am . traitor to my father, his
and his king. Al for you. for
you Vow. your country shall be my
country your king my king even
she said. tearfuIly.
And you shall be my queen. and my
heart shall be the kingdom over which
you shall rule. and my lave shall en-
compass and shield JON through M
our journey of Iife. - -
Prsainent Wes4psinterH
A broad, general classification Of tbe
graduates Of the military academy M
70 date shows that West Point has
,iven NJ one president and two candt
hates for president. eight presidential
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