White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-03-23

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battle on his white horse. He dis
mounted and gave two Virginians a
shaking. This ended the quarrel. The
men began to scatter. Those remain
ing on the field were severely re-
buked and the colonies of the regi-
ments engaged were sent for and sum-
moned to general headquarters. There
was no more sectional disturbance.
Every day the army was ready for
spring at the enemy and why an at
tack was not made is perhaps the
greatest mystery of the whole cam
| paign. Winter had come and the Brit
ish army had enough to do to keep
itself alive in the bitter winds. 1t had
wrecked many houses and pulled down
the old North church for fuel. Raft
ers which had supported the first
roofs in Boston, doors and floors and
stills which had felt the hands and
feet Of the old fathers were now the
end of January the Commander in
Chief sent for Colin. The young man
got hearty welcome from the rider
of the white horse.
When they were alone in the office
General Washington sat down at his
desk, saying:
Captain, of late we have seen too
little Of you. My good wife complains
!, Of it and confess that l have missed
your pleasant face and your enliven-
ing conversation. At q suitable time,
which hope may come soon, shall
send you on a mission. Until then
1 trust you may find it agreeable to
make my house your home and give
me help with the growing correspond
ence. have here a letter which, am
sure, you will be glad to receive. 1t
came by the hand of Revere this after
noon. You may retire with it to the
library, where Mrs. Washington will
presently join you, as eager for news
of the young lady, venture to say, as
you are yourself"
The last sentence was spoken with
a good-natured, smiling amusement
that was near to laughter.
Colin went to the library and sat
down alone with his letter. 1t was
from Pat and this is the letter:
"My beloved One: You are only
four miles away, but they are like the
miles on Jacobs ladder. The war
goes on and no passes are allowed
am selfish creature not as much in
love with future generations as you
are. have nothing to say against
them, but hate to have them rob me
with taxes worse than those Of the
king, for mind you, they take our hap
piness Winter weather is here and
l have only memory to keep me
warm. Love and none of it's emolu
ments Think of that. You have
work and its excitement. have moth
ing to do but think, nothing to eat but
Goldfish, nothing to hear but praise
Of the king and abuse of Washington.
am lonely island in a sea Of
trouble and I feel in need of being
discovered. Ny mother tells me that
do nothing but babble Of love and
you. I shall not fill this letter with
it, but am eager to know If you have
any plan for getting Helen out of
Troy.
"There is a fat old woman with
long gray hairs on her chin who sells
apples in the British army. She
comes through the lines every day or
two. In my most romantic moments
plan to dress myself like this woman
and go through the lines and design
to bride her to help me- So l may
come and try to sell you an apple
some day. If so, hope you may be
as obliging as Adam was to Eve. Did
you ever read that book entitled Home
Life in the American Colonies? 1t
reads like glowing account Of Para
disc. could write book on Home
Life that would amuse you. There
are days when we have nothing to eat
but smoked fish and onions. When
tell my father that our sufferings are
for the benefit of future generations
he swears-poor soul land declares
that the rebels will ruin him. Mother
weeps. l occupy the middle ground.
Our last beef and mutton came from
England. Father calls it 'musty' and
baser flattery I have never heard.
Often it squirms.
'My father says that the British
army is in bad way. He describes
it's plan Of financing as chaos with
Overlapping powers Mercenaries,
impressed men and high officers who
are political favorites, give this army
better liking for ease and comfort
than for action. He is displeased.
II found word in the dictionary to-
day that applies to us. 1t is 'peevish.'
We are locked in here, cloyed with
Goldfish and staggering army talk and
never sign Of peace. Help! NV
Aunt Betsy says that the comfo"' =
affections of the right man would + e
woman of me. Have you any com
forting affections in you? If So l
would like to see how they look and
feel At least let me read about them
as soon as possible. And do not fail
to give my love to dear Lady Wash
inrton and tho GRAND General Now