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NEWS AND. CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1900.
Mr Unmindful . whether fickle Fame Might smile or frown. He touched his torch to Freedom's flame And led, unheeding whose the name That got renown Led on where Justice waged her fight With Tyranny. And in that bitter, dismal night He set sweet Freedom's glorious light For you and tue. THE TORY MAID. ! A Tale of Washington and His Time. BY JOHN J. a'BECKET. Copyright, 1000, by J. J. a'Ucckcl. HE girl stepped out of the cave aud cast an anx ious glance, first down, then up, the bank of the river. It was early morning, and the broad stretch of the York was begin ning to catch gleams of the Mr October sun on its slate blue ripples. "Why docs not Sambo come?" she exclaimed feverishly. Mildred Trent's face was somewhat pnle, but her eyes flashed with dark! luminousness and her slender form was erect with proud determination. She made no effort to disguise her Intense craving for news. The rattle of the siere guns, the noisy turbulence of the hot contest, was stilled. But had Lord Cornwallis silenced the colonists, or had this desperate attack of the Fed eralists wrested from him the town he had fortified against them? The possibility of the latter brought Tage Yorke to her fancy again, and she heaved once more, ns she had done a thousand times before during this fearful siege, a sigh of complex emo tion. Oh. why did not Sambo come and relieve this wearing tension? At the beginning of this armed revolt against the home government Page Yorke's father had shouldered his gun and gone forth under the command of his friend. General George Washing ton, of Mount Vernon. Two years later he had let it fall, as he sank himself, killed by a bullet. Then this hot youth of 19 had taken his father's place, and for five years she had not seen him. She aud Miss Aylward, her aunt, had led a forlorn life here in the little village of Yorktown, which had but now been the center o' so fierce a ' contest. And she did nof yet know whether the battle was to king or colonist; whether her playmate and boy lover was somewhere near, flushed with victory, or But she would not think of that! If Cornwallis had won, It might mean the end. If the colonists had made their fight and lost. Page Yorke might with good grace fall Into his place once more a Virginia gentle man, subject to the king and life move again on the old time, easy wing. With a parting glance lu every di rection, she turned and slowly re-entered the cave. It was an openin? In a marl bluff on the bank of the broad river, some 12 feet wide by IS or 20 In donth. ' The more retired part was dry, and a level ledge had offered the women o resting place at night. They had come there with Dinah when the massively built house of Governor Nel son, Instead of proving the safe refuge they had Imagined, was hit so often by the fearfully crashing shot and shell that It seemed to be a special target for the colonial gunners. As a matter of fact, the patriotic governor, com manding the Virginia militia In the re serve, or second line of the left wing of the besieging colonists, fearing his mm? WASHINGTON. 1 Against the background of the past A figure looms, Unneedful of encomiast Unhecdful of iconoclast i Fixed as the Dooms. Though sculptors, painters, poets, Strive, And statesmen plan. There is no art that can contrive A monument which will survive That simple nun. Let but the simple tale be told. And far above The reach ol time's obscuring mold A grateful world will ever hold The name we love 1 Let Truth the purposes proclaim Of him, her son, And man will bid his servant, Fame To keep forever bright the name Of Washington, 4 But, brother, what of us, for whom That light was set? Shall greed of golden power consume The land he beckoned from the gloom I Shall we forget To trim the lamp and set it high For those to come, And in rapacious hearts deny Our love e'en while our voices cry Eulogtum? Willis E Hawkins solid two story brick house might af ford shelter to the British, had offered a reward of 5 guineas to every gunner who hit it with his tire. Miss Trent had not long rejoined her aunt. who. wrapped in a thick shawl against the chill temperature of the cave, shivered more from nervous ap prehension than the autumnal air when a negro with grizzled wool shambled into view at the mouth of their retreat, his eyes rolling aud his breathing show ing evidence of great excitement. "'Fore de I.awd. Miss Aylward an Miss Mildred!" he panted. "Dat Brit ish general hah got to march forth an lay his whole army at de triumphant feet ol) General Massa George Wah'n' ton. .Iiress de I,avd. we am all saved!" "Saved!" exclaimed Miss Aylward, clasping her hands aud Hashing a look of indignation on the jubilant negro. "We are left as prey to this rebel Vir ginian, who has been the backbone of a needless uprising against his king. My child." she added bitterly, turning toward her niece and using the very phrase with which Lord North later heard the news of Cornwallis' surren der, "all is lost." "Be just, at least, aunt." retorted her niece, with spirit. "From all 1 have heard General Washington is more likely to he conquered by ladies than to be their harsh oppressor. He hangs rebels to his own cause, but I do not fancy he will harm women simply be cause they have not east on: alle giance to their king. Besides, Page Yorke may be among these very troops who have won, and, after the unbound ed devotion of his father and himself to the caiiNe. he should have some In fluence with General Washington." "Mildred," said her aunt sadly, "it Is not my fault if the child of my Eng lish brother speaks of rebels with a leniency that is more than justice." "I hate a traitor!" she Hung back hotly. "I can admire that noble young Frenchman who. subject of his Chris tian majesty, left home, wife, wealth "I BATE A TRAITOR and his own ambitions and Interests to come here and use his sword aganst this wretched renegade. But don't let us talk about that now. Sam bo, you must go out again and see If you can find out anything about Mr. Yorke. If he Is among these besieging troops, he may like to hear that we are still nllve. Tell him," she conclud ed Impulsively, "that victory does not prove a cause In the right, and that Miss Mildred Trent will be glad, for the sake of old times and tics, to wel come him to the home he has helped to roabe desolate." "Oh, missy! Ah couldn' tell him no such haash thing as that, an him a-comln back to bis own 'poor, gone to ruin place." !" 0r He shuffled off. By 1 o'clock he had not returned. To their other wor ries they now had added the wonder whether anything could have befallen him. Then at half past 1 the sound of drums beating a British march was borne to them faintly. It was too much for Miss Trent's eager ears. Her high spirit chafing Intolerably under the suspense, she vehemently declar ed her inability to endure longer the cruel suspense and declared that she must sally out and learn what was happening. Dinah was with her quer ulous aunt, and, despite protests, she left them and made her way along the river side. Scaling the slightly ele vated ground on which the straggling village lay, she finally came to a stand a little aloof from the long street which was the artery of the settle ment. At the other end of the village the rank and file of defeated British ers were marching out, their colors cased and their drums beating with despairing venom the crushed pride their sullen faces still more revealed. As if under a charm, the girl follow ed ait a distance the drooping lines of scarlet followed them until she beheld the wrathful Britons ground their arms lu a field half a mile from the village. Some of the soldiers hurled their weap ons to the earth with a savage violence which broke them, and one officer bit his sword In Impotent fury at surren dering It to a victorious colonial rebel. She remarked with some wonder the absence of Lord Cornwallis. Finding how little attention she ex cited, Miss Trent decided to push on and see what effect, if any, the fierce storm of shot and shell which the colo nists had let loose on the Yorktown fortification had had on the honve of her aunt. She had begun to move slowly along when a small group of colonials discov ered her. A tall, commanding figure In a not too smart uniform, who seemed to dominate the group, sent an officer to her. She halted, her head erect and her eyes fixed steadily on him, though her heart beat violently. "Ills excellency General Washington has ordered me to inquire if he can be of any service to you. miss," he said, doffing his hat. "Tell General Washington that he is proffering his aid to Miss Mildred Trent, a woman who has not forsworn her allegiance to the ruler of these colo nies. Mr. Washington of Mount Ver non has partaken of the hospitality of my father's house, as he also has of that of our good neighbor, Mr. Guy Yorke, whose son, for all I know, may have been sacrificed, like his father, In this revolt. 'Thank him for a courtesy which still breathes of Virginia and tell him I hope I may go without mo lestation to see If his shells have left to my aunt and myself enough of our humble dwelling for us to find shel ter in." "If you will remain here, I will deliv er your message," replied the officer, a half smile on his lips at the fiery gran diloquence of the fair Tory. It was not long before he was back with a request from General Washing ton that Miss Trent would do him the honor to come to him. Her cheeks flamed. Was this a con queror's pleasantry to a woman foe? She spoko rapidly, without a much heed of her words as of her pride and wounded feeling. "You may tell Gen eral Washington that he can, as a vic tor, command my presence, but If he has not forgotten the teachings of Vir ginia mothers to their sons he will re call that a gentleman docs not bid o lady whom he would see come to him, but comes to her!" The officer hesitated slightly, then with an even more amused air depart ed on his new mission. Miss Trent was not above watching keenly to sec how her audacious words were receiv ed. Apparently the messenger was sent off on some other quest, for he posted away and soon returned with a yo-vjg man of about 25. To her dis may Miss Trent saw General Washing ton and this youth start In her direc tion. Was' she to be made prisoner for her saucy words? As they drew nearer she noticed that the young fel low carried his right arm In a sling. There was a look about his clear, blue eyes and resolute face which seemed familiar; the face resembled one which she had not seen for five years. But that small, silky mustache con cealed the lines of the mouth. "Miss Trent." said the erect, strong featured general, his keen eyes and ag gressive lines of countenance soften ing a little under his gallant air, "you I have recalled to me two friends, thor ough Virginians, one of whom has laid down his life, as the other would have willingly done, 1 believe, had he not died before we struck our blow for Independence, appealing from the king In the ouly way possible to the god of battle. This is the son of one of them, worthy of his sire. He has been wounded by your friends. But for that he would now be coursing as fast as horse could carry him to Philadelphia to apprise the congress that we have trimmed the spurs of the gamest cock in the pit. The colonies will soon see England admitting their entire Inde pendence. "Corporal Yorke," he continued, turn ing to his youthful companion, "I, knowing you to be no less a gentleman than a patriot, consign this fair Tory Into your custody. 1 need only recall to you," he added, with a twinkle in his eye, though he retained his severe courtesy of air, "that the terms of sur render with which General Cornwallis has complied were directed by us. Any aid 1 may supply you for bringing this beautiful foe to terms you can command. Miss Yorke, 1 know you, the daughter of one of my old friends, will suffer no harm from Corporal Yorke, the worthy son of another." He bowed njid extended his hand. Miss Trent, her cheeks ablaze, grasped It and in the-excitement of the moment he had certainly spoken with all Virginian's deference and elegance answered its respectful pressure. lie turned and was off, striding away with energetic but stately bearing. "Mildred! We have won!" exclaimed Corporal Yorke, eagerly stretching out his hand to her. 'Tage! You are back! I am glad of that!" Her eyes grew suddenly moist. "MILDRED! WE HAVE WON!" With her ohl saucy air she hastened to say: "1 am you'1 prisoner, so I will now permit you to take me to our old honico T pm nPTiona to see whnt tliPV M MllllrVlMMrflHIlHlMlrllS 1: UNEQUALLED AS A 7 W L UN EQUALLED; AS. A. J I CURE FOR lffT Jj Vh JSjjjjl " ' I jjjffl' ' iff! II n-hii uiti Adopts fa iwu Slfrr? I iiiiiiH 1 Wiiff". JOT j (iMm ifflflliri txariENT Consumption i ifr, jj 1 NY I .mfifl J1 P AND Alt BISEASEI OF THI mjjP m I I J fl I 111 1 i j ir j 1 lifiK V 'lllli Chamlierlaln Medicine Co . L . 1 IJJllIllJw el JihsSk. ml! iff Pit Maine. Iowa. 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I am too glad to be back, to see you again, to think of anything else, although," he went on, with a sudden change to a more serious manner, "I could work to build them up and mend our fortunes better, Mildred, with a lighter heart, If you were to share my labor, my lot, with me, though I have not much to offer you now." he added, a cloud set tling on his wbii face. His simple words stirred a strange flood of emotions in the sensitive girl. Their dear old childish intimacy, this pathetic appeal of her boy lover, now a wounded gallant soldier, whose loyalty she had heard praised by the com mander in chief of the colonial forces and it was loyalty that had made her cleave to the mother country and king the sense that one word would make the dreary void of the past five years give way to the solace of his encom passing care and protection; last, not least, the sense that the noble fellow needed her, wounded not nlone in bod v. 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She turned toward him with smiling lips and humid eyes, put forth her hands In mock submission and said with hypocritical meekness: "I am your prisoner. 1 must do whatever you say. Corporal Yorke." "Corporal Yorke Is honored in re ceiving Miss Trent's submission. Now lay down your arms I. e., kiss me, Milly, and then we will go to look at the old places, as we will face every thing else hereafter together." "Oh. Page, look out for your arm!" It was In the fragrant gloom of the pine wood, and no one saw the second surrender of that memorable Friday, Oct. 19. 17S1. when a wholesome Tory maid, unlike the scowling ranks . of Cornwallis men, laid down her arms, witr a smile. I Lew U Den niM, Salem. Iud., saya "'Ko dol Dyspepsia Cure did me rooreeood J than anything I ever took." It di gests what you .eat and cannot helD I but cure dyspepsia aud stomach troubles. G. B. Foss, Hydn Park ; F. Hazard. No. Hyde Park: H. S. Dwinell, Morrisvillej Shattuck & Son, Eden: J. J. 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