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And there was another person in that house, to whom the tragical events of the night brought deep disquietude; but it was a disquietude of quite a different character from that which was experienced by the troubled wretches we have named: that person was the Tory's Daughter the pure, guileless, and nobleminded Sabrey Haviland.
"Could you get this small letter to him to-night?" she timidly asked. "Yes, through the grate; glad to do it, glad of it, twice over," replied Bart, reaching out, and grasping the proffered billet. "Why, why do you say that?" asked Sabrey, with an air of mingled doubt and curiosity.
Your prospects, Jane," she continued, rising and speaking in a sad and gently expostulatory tone "your prospects are bright with love and happiness; and it will be ungenerous and cruel in you to say aught which will deepen the shade that I fear is coming over mine." "O, I will not, Sabrey," warmly returned the kind-hearted Jane. "I did not intend it.
"O, you are too much of a philosopher for me in all that," replied Jane, "Come, be a woman now, Sabrey, and I will discuss the matter with you, claiming, perhaps, a little, a very little, of the right of the confessor.
"Come, Sabrey," at length said the latter, soothingly, "come, cheer up. I cannot bear to see you so dejected. I would not brood over that frightful scene any longer, but, feeling grateful and happy at my escape, would dismiss it as soon as possible from my mind." "I am, Jane," responded the other, partially rousing herself from her reverie; "I am both grateful and happy at my providential escape.
"Yes, glad to go into it; and by Captain Harry's request, I was a going to propose the same thing myself, even without your new reasons. But this getting you off before dark, which you name, may be rather ticklish, miss. How did you think to manage it?" "Look at this, sir!" said Sabrey, exhibiting her permit by way of reply.
"O Sabrey, Sabrey! must you indeed perish?" at length burst convulsively from Miss McRea, in the most touching accents of distress. "Is there no help? Can no one save her?" added the agonized father. "Yes, save her save her!" exclaimed Peters, now eagerly addressing the men he affected so to despise. "Can't some of you get on to the ice there, and bring her off?
Waiting no longer than to hear this order, and see that it was about to be obeyed by the crowd, Sabrey hurried down to the kitchen, where she encountered the object of her solicitude standing within the door, holding up the half crown between the fingers of one hand, and snapping those of the other, with a look that needed no interpreting.
Jones has really excited my curiosity by his account of this young plough-jogger. I should like to get a sight of him shouldn't you, Sabrey?"
"You need not fear me, Bart," replied Sabrey, conjecturing the cause of his hesitation; "I am no enemy of those who have suffered there to-night. But do you know Mr. Woodburn? "Harry, who got you out of that river scrape? Yes, lived in his town last summer." "He is among the wounded and prisoners in jail, it is said?" "Dreadful true, miss."
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