Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-08-31
The troop on their
way TO prison

within me had rendered me not forget
full, but somewhat unwatchful of a
word and a look of hers. And for the
time being that sad question of our
estates, which forbade more than our
loves, had seemed to pale in impor-
lance before this matter Of maybe the
rising or falling of new empire. Heart
and soul was in this cause and gave
myself the rein as I had longed to do
for the cause of Nathaniel Bacon.
But Mary met me at the northern
door, which opened directly on a locust
thicket and was little used, and stood
before me, with her beautiful face as
white as lily, but brave light in her
eyes.
eWhere go you, HarryY she whis-
pered.
Then /, not knowing her fully and
fearing lest I disquiet her, answered
evasively somewhat about hunting and
Sir Humphrey. Some reply Of that
| tenor was necessary. as was, besides
my knife for the tobacco cutting,
armed to the teeth and booted to my
middle. But there was no deceiving
Mary Cavendish. She seized both my
| hands, and | trow for the minute in
/ that brave maiden soul Of hers the self
ishness of our love passed as well as
with me.
81 pray thee Harry, cut down the to-
bacco on Laurel Creek first" she whis-
pered, s.as / would were man. Oh,
T would I were mani Harry, prom
/ Use me that thou wilt cut down first
the tobacco on my plantation Of Laurel
Creek"
But had made up my mind to touch
neither that nor the tobacco on Drake
Hill, lest in some way the women OF
the Cavendish family be implicated
There be enough and more than
enough for tonight" I answered and
would have passed, but she would not
! let me
Harry" she cried so loud that !
feared for listening ears, If you cut
not down my tobacco, then viii |
myself! Harry, promise me"
No love nor fear for me was in her
! eyes as she looked at me, only that en-
| thusiasm for the cause of liberty, and
loved her better for 1t, If that could
! be. A man or woman who Is but a
bond slave to love and incapable Of
aught but the longing for 1t is but a
poor lover.
II tell thee. Harry, cut down the
/ plants on Laurel Creek she cried
again, and answered, to appease her,
not daring violent contradiction lest l
rouse her to some desperate act, this
/ wild. young maid with Nathaniel Ba-
cons hair In the locket against her
| heart and as fiery blood as his In her
veins, that it should come In good time,
i but that / was under the leadership OF
/ others and not my own.
Then as soon as may be, Harry"
she persisted, sfor sure should die of
4 shame were my plants standing and
the others cut; and. Harry, sure 1t
could not be at all were 1t not for my
/ fine gowns which the Golden Horn
brought over from EnglandT'
1 With that she laughed, and stood
| aside to let me pass, but suddenly, as
! I touched her in the narrow way, her
mood changed, and the woman in her
became uppermost, though not to her
shaking. But she caught hold Of my
right arm with her two little hands
and pressed her fair check against my
shoulder with that modest boldness OF
a maid when she is assured Of love,
and whispered. Harry, II the militia
Is ordered out they say they win not
/ fire, buff thou be wounded, Harry.
tbs / viii nurse thee, and no other,
and Harry, cut all the plants that
thou, art able before they come.
Then she let me so, and went forth
! thinking that here was q helpmeet for
1 a soldier in such times as these. and
how / gloried In her because she held
her love as one with glory Round to
the stable for my horse stole, and II
was very dark, with soft smother Of
darkness because of d heavy mist, and
the moon not up, and had backed my
horse out of bis stall md was about