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Walden, allow me to introduce my daughter," said Mrs. Newville. There was a startled, wondering look in the hazel eyes. She courtesied, with the fresh blood suffusing her cheeks. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Walden," she said. "I took the liberty of bringing him," said Berinthia. "I was sure you would extend to him the same cordial welcome you give to everybody."
Newville was abundantly able to live in a style befitting an officer of the crown. The knocker on the front door was so bright that Pompey could see his own white teeth and rolling eyeballs reflected from the shining brass.
Walden, when I discovered it was he who rescued me." "Mr. Walden!" Mrs. Newville exclaimed. "A noble young man! I always liked his appearance," said Mr. Newville. "Why didn't you tell us about it, Ruth, so we could have shown him some attention?" Mrs. Newville asked. "It is not too late to do it now, mother."
"Say, young man, can you help a fellow as is down on his luck?" he asked in a hoarse tone. "Who are you?" I responded. "I'm a moulder from Factoryville. The shop's shut down, and I'm out of money and out of work." "How long have you been out?" "Two weeks." "And you haven't found work anywhere?" "Not a stroke." "Been to Newville?" "All through it, and everything full." I thought this was queer.
Newville wrung her hands, and gave way to sobs and moans. Ruth had stood a silent spectator, but sat down now by her mother, put an arm around her, and wiped away the tears coursing down her cheeks. "I haven't told you all," said Mr. Newville. "General Howe threatens to burn the town if Mr. Washington opens fire upon the ships." "General Howe threatens that?" exclaimed Mrs. Newville.
With the furling of the white flag they were enemies once more. Ships were arriving from England bringing General William Howe, General Henry Clinton, and General John Burgoyne, with several thousand troops to carry on the war. Every morning Miss Newville heard the drums beating the reveille and in the evening the tattoo.
Newville groaned aloud. Again Mrs. Newville covered her face. Captain Brandon, Mrs. Brandon, and Berinthia, out of respect to their guests, gave no sign of exultation; but from windows, roofs, doorways, and steeples, like the voice of many waters, came the joyful murmur of the multitude, revealing to General Gage, up in the tower of Christ Church, the sympathy of the people with the provincials.
She told the story, that he was a lieutenant, a prisoner, wounded, hovering between life and death; how she had brought about his removal from the jail to the Brandon home, watched over him during the night, wondering if the next moment would not be the last; that just before sunrise the tide had turned and he was going to live. "You saving him! Wonderful!" Mrs. Newville exclaimed.
He was brought back to Newville to await the action of the grand jury. But he never came to trial. In less than a week he was found in his cell one morning, dying. Rather than face the humiliation of going to jail he had taken his life. What became of Duncan I did not know for a long while until, through Mr. Harrison, I learned that he was in Chicago working for one of the railroads.
I have never been in such society, and shall not know what to talk about. If it was like a quilting, such as we have at Rumford, I might get on, but I know I shall be the laughing-stock of the ladies." "I am not afraid of it. Just be yourself, that's all." The clock on the Old Brick Meetinghouse was striking three when they passed it on their way to the Newville mansion. "You will find Mr.
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