The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-11-19
The troop on their
way to oriSo0

! within me had rendered me not forget
full, but somewhat unwatchful of a
word and n 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 l in this cause and gave
| myself the rein as I had Ionged to do
for the cause of Nathaniel Bacon
But Mary met me at the northern
| door, which opened directly on locust
thcket and was little used and stood
before me, with her beautiful face as
white as lily, but brave light in her
| eyes.
Where go you, Harry?' she whis-
pered
| Then I, 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 l 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 1 trow for the minute in
ishness of our love passed as well as
with me.
II pray thee. Harry, cut down the to-
bacco on Laurel Creek first" she whis-
pered, .'as would were a man. oh,
l would / were a man! 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 I
feared for listening ears, 'if you cut
not down my tobacco. then will /
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
I loved her better for it. if that could
be. A man or woman who is but
bond slave to love and incapable OF
aught but the longing for it is but
poor lover.
Il tell thee. Harry, cut down the
plants on Laurel Creek" she cried
again, and I answered, to appease her,
not daring violent contradiction lest 1
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,
but that / was under the leadership of
others and not my own.
Then as soon as may be. Harry"
she persisted, "for sure 1 should die of
shame were my plants standing and
the others cut; and, Harry, sure it
could not be at all were it not for my
fine gowns which the Golden Horn
brought over from England
With that she laughed. and stood
aside to let me pass, but suddenly, as
1 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 cheek against my
shoulder with that modest boIdness Of
a maid when she is assured OF love.
and whispered, Harry, IL the militia
Is ordered out they say they will not
fire, buff thou be wounded, Harry,
tits I will nurse thee, and no other, .
and--Harry, cut all the plants that |
thou art able before they come
Then she let me go, and I went forth |
thinking that here was helpmeet for |
q soldier in such times as these, and |
how 1 gloried in her because she held I
her love as one with glory. Round to
the stable for my horse l stole. and it
was very dark, with a soft smother of .
darkness because of heavy mist. and ,
the moon not up, and had backed my
horse out of his stall and was about
to mount him before was aware Of
dark figure lurking in shadow, and
made out by the long sweep OF the
garments that 1t was woman. I
and looked intently into the
shadow, where she stood SO silently
that she might have deceived me had
it not been for q flutter OF her cloak in
q stray wind.
'.Who goes there?" called out softly,
but I knew well enough. I knew well
enough it was Catherine Cavendish,
and indeed 1 marveled that had got
ten thus far without meeting her. She
stepped forward with no more ado
when l accosted her, and spoke, but
with great caution.
What do you, Master Wingfeld:'
she whispered.
II go on my own business an it
please you. madam" 1 answered, some
hing CURLY, and 1 have since shamed
myself with the memory OF it, for she
vas a woman.
at pleases me not, nor my grand
mother. that one OF her household
should go forth on any errand of mys-
cry at such time as this, when whis-
,ers have reached us of another insur-
'ection.' she replied. Master Wing
ield, 1 demand to know. in the name
# my Grandmother Cavendish, the
purpose Of your riding forth in such
ashton
And that. madam, l refuse to tell
rou,' / replied. bowling low.
''You presume too greatly on your
privileges" she burst out. You think
because my grandmother holds you
N SI1ph sire fo yor thar 1ho sooYus RI