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McMurtagh slept not nights for thinking on these things. John Hughson he now saw to be impossible; Harley Bowdoin was out of the question; but were there not still genteel youths, clerks like himself, but younger, some class of life for his petted little lady?
Governor's House burned down. Other Fires. Suspicion of the People. Arrest and Imprisonment of the Blacks. Reward offered for the supposed Conspirators. Alarm and Flight of the Inhabitants. Examination and Confession of Mary Burton. Peggy, the Newfoundland Beauty, and the Hughson Family. The Conspiracy. Executions. Fast. Hughson's Hearing. Hung in Chains.
"I am Archy Hughson, sir, and Andrew Scollay, and David Saunders, and Foubister, the carpenter of a ship which took us on board, are out there I hope the bears have not hurt them." "I trust not," said the captain; "but come along, laddie, to the ship tell me more as you go. You seem scarcely able to stand." Archy was, indeed, gasping for breath, and well nigh dropping from fatigue and excitement.
But as he spoke, Harley came down the stairs. "It's heart-breaking," he said. "He thinks he's in the South with her. He was going to meet her, it seems; and the poor old fellow does not know he has not gone." "Let me see him," said the elder. "Have they no nurse?" "I nurse him off and on, nigh about all he needs," answered Mrs. Hughson. "And then there's John." But Mr.
On the 11th of May, or twenty days after the court convened, the executions commenced. On this day, Caesar and Prince, two of the three negroes Mary Burton testified against, were hung, though not for the conspiracy, but for theft. They were abandoned men, and died recklessly. Peggy and Hughson and his wife were next condemned.
She had a way of looking straight at them with kind eyes, her lips slightly parted, her smile just showing the edges of both upper and under teeth; so that you knew not whether it was sweeter to look at her eyes or her lips, and were lost in the effort to decide. So one day Hughson felt emboldened to ask if he might bear her company to church on Sunday.
From a quarrel which had occurred years before, he had long harboured an ill-feeling towards the Hughson's; and, for the purpose of thwarting and annoying Mrs Hughson, he was ready to encourage Archy in his disobedience to her. When once a person yields to the suggestions of Satan, he knows not into what crimes he may be hurried.
John Hughson, who was a prosperous young teamster, began to come in again, and take his pipe of an evening with Jamie. He no longer sat in his shirt-sleeves, and was in other ways much improved. Mercedes was gracious to him evenings; indeed, it was her nature to be gracious to all men.
"John Hughson, indeed!" snorted the old woman, and set her face to the wall. But Jamie did not go near John Hughson. He rambled alone about the city streets, and it was late at night before he came back. Late as it was, there was a light behind Mercedes' window-shade, and he walked across the street and watched it, until a policeman, coming by, stopped and asked him who he was.
Well, old Mrs. Hughson would get him something. She had taken the little house on Salem Street, which had been Jamie's home for so many years. John and his growing family still lived in their house, near by. But Mrs. Hughson was out. He stumbled up the high stairs in the dark, and lit a lamp with numbed fingers. He had not been often so late away; probably she had gone to search for him.
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