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She received such excellent care that she speedily recovered, and as soon as we could re-establish communication with Moorestown and engage her in conversation, we learned something of her history. She lived in New York City and had come to Moorestown on a visit with her mother and Uncle George.
Your good sense will perceive this, and find a sufficient excuse in the delicacy of my situation. I have the honour to be, madam, Your obedient servant, Morristown, 29th September, 1779. About four weeks ago I received a letter from you of the 8th of August, and, a week after, another of the 23d. They came by the way of Moorestown, from which to Rariton, where I reside.
A little after ten o'clock, Ben Mayberry came along and said he had a message which he had promised to deliver to a gentleman at the hotel in Moorestown. Jack told him the bridge was unsafe, but Ben said he knew how to swim, and started across, whistling and jolly as usual.
It was just one week after the memorable night of the party, while I was sitting at my desk, that the following cipher dispatch came over the wires, addressed to G. R. Burkhill, Moorestown: "Fwfszuijoh hr pl nm ujnf Sgtqdezw bu bnqmdq. Tom." I passed the message to Ben, whose eyes sparkled as he took it in hand.
There were innumerable guesses as to their identity, but they were guesses and nothing more. No doubt was entertained that when communication could be opened with Moorestown on the morrow, we would learn who they were. I stayed at the river-side for an hour, weighed down by the greatest grief of my life. I was anxious to do something, but there was absolutely nothing for me to do.
Your good sense will perceive this, and find a sufficient excuse in the delicacy of my situation. I have the honour to be, madam, Your obedient servant, Morristown, 29th September, 1779. About four weeks ago I received a letter from you of the 8th of August, and, a week after, another of the 23d. They came by the way of Moorestown, from which to Rariton, where I reside.
"It seemed that a couple of men had done the same from Moorestown, and they stood on the other abutment, with the middle of the river sweeping between and threatening to take away the rest of the tottering bridge every minute. "When Jack called, they answered, though it was too dark to see each other, and they asked Jack whom he was looking for.
Ben had been an operator a little less than a year when he met with a most extraordinary experience, which to-day is a theme of never-ending wonder to those who were living in Damietta at the time. One evening a rough-bearded man entered the office, and stepping to the counter, said to me: "My name is Burkhill G. R. Burkhill and I am staying at the hotel in Moorestown.
They then asked Jack whether he had seen anything of a horse and carriage, which drove on the bridge from the Moorestown side, and which they had come out to see about.
I am expecting a very important dispatch to-night, but I cannot wait for it. If it reaches this office before ten o'clock, I wish to have it delivered to the hotel." Moorestown lay directly across the river, and was reached by the long, covered bridge which spanned the stream. It was beyond our "jurisdiction," that is, outside the circle of free delivery, which Mr.
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