Year: 1864

A contributor sent the following narrative to
the Brooklyn Union:


Morgan's command was encamped near by
when hard looking customer, seated on the
back Of sorry-looking nag, might have been
seen entering the gateway of an extensive do
main in Kentucky. HI shambled off in great
great haste to a barn standing at a lit
tie distance from a spacious mansion. The horse
and rider had nearly reached the stable door
when the JunO-like figure of ayoung lady trip
ped along to the end Of piazza and beckOned
him to return. At this iuncture l suspect the
rogue began to feel that he had gotten himself
into O scrape. He half turned in his saddle, and
for a moment scrutinized the rate beauty; then
lowering his head and ruminating a minute he
then turned his horse around and rode back
Our two horsemen hadby this time reached the
gateway and were now within hearing distance
of the following piquant cOlloquy;


"What are you doing here?'


"Well, Miss, you see my horse is tagged out
and l am bound to have another"


% 1t so happens that I am left alone this morn
ing, and protest against it. Surely you are too
good a soldier to disregard the remonstrance of
LADY,


Sorry, Miss, but it can't be helped. If you
like I'll leave you mine in place of yours"


" No, you will not"


At this stage of the proceedings the unrelent-
ing savage turned sharply away and rode in
quest of his booty, and my young friend and
his companion approached the lady. With low
ering brow and compressed lips;


she stood a moment as a Pythoness


Stands on her tripod agonzed and full


Of inspiration, gathered from Distress"


Suddenly she wheeled around and re-entered
the door. She was gone but moment; and
when she emerged again her slender waist was
encircled by patent leather belt, from the edge
of which peeped out two ivory-handled pistols.
She again stationed herself on the edge of the
portico, meanwhile murmurng to herself in an
undertone, as if speaking to her own heart,
Perhaps he will not find me as helpless as he
thinks / am"


Presently the marauder made his appearance
once more in the adjoining inclosure, astride
his own paltry pony and lea ing by a bride
thrown over his arm one Of her fathers fayorite
horses Like a falcon let loose she darted across
the lawn to a partition fence, drew one of the
pistols, and as her arm rested for moment on
the topmost rail, the ominous click" was
heard


" It has a strange quick jar upon the ear


That cooking ofa pistol, when you know
moment more will bring the sight to bear


Upon your person, twelve yards off, or So"


All timid creatures become paralized when
the ear catches very threatening sound. So it
must have been with the valiant transgressor.
Before the leaden messenger had sped its way to
meet him, he had reined up short, and stood
still before the assailant. She then took delber-
ate aim and fired; and the ball struck his cap
fair in 'front.' and sent it flying. You may be
sure added my youthful narrator, the scamp did
not tarry long after that. He scampered off,
sans horse, sans cap, very much after the fashion
of John Gilpin. The heroine of this little story
was the daughter of the Hon. Cassius NJ Clay.





THEN AND NOVA Cincinnati paper gives the
following comparative statement of the prices in
that city which shows how the spectators have
run up the rates: