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us SOOuIuer.


He. turned, and beheid the face of
ne ghbor.


Ii was neighbor's face, but there was
an awful agony Stamping those plain
features there was an awful agony flash>
ing from those dilating eyes there was
dark and terrible mystery sparkling from
those thin lips. that moved aud moved, but
made no sound


For q moment that farmer tried TO speak
that horror that con yuIsed his features.


Al last, forcing :he blacksmith along the
brown gravelled walk. now strewn with
cihDers. be pointed to the smoking embers.
There. there, amid that heap of black and
smoky ruins, the blacksmith beheld dark
mass of burnt flesh and blackened bones


Your loife ~ shrieked the farmer. as
his agony found words, "The British
they came in the night, they
then he spoke that outrage, which the lip
quivers 10 think on, which the heart grows
palsied to tell-that outrage too foul 10
name-"Y Y our wife" he shrieked. pointing
to that hideous thing. amid the smoky
| ruins 'the British, they murdered your
wife, flung her dead body in the flames
they dashed your child against the hearth>
! stone !


This was the farmers story.
/ And there, as the light of the breaking
of day fell around the spot. there stood the
husband, the father, gazing upon that mass
Of burned flesh and blackened bones all
tha, was once his wife.


Do you ask me for the words that trem-
bied from his white lips2 Do you ask me
! for the fire that bazed in his eye2


| cannot tell you. But | can tell you
that there was vow going up TO Heaven
from that blacksmith's heart; that there
was a elenched hand, upraised in the light
Of breaking day


Yes. yes. as the first CLEAN of the al
tumnal dawn broke around the spot as the


first long CLEAN Of sunlight streamed over
the peeled skull of that fair young wife
she was that last n;ght-;here was VOW


going up to Heaven. the vow of a madden


ed heart and anguished brain.


How was that VOW kept2 Go there TO


Brandysine, AMI where the carnage gath
I ers thckes,. where the fgh: is most bloody.
there you m see a s'out form striking


on, lifting huge hammer into light


Where the hammer falls, It kills-where
that hammer strikes, il crushes Ii is the
blacksmith form: And the war-cry that


he shou's2 Ii is mad cry of vengerce |;


half howl, half hurrah2 Is il but fierce


yell, barking up from his heaving ches,
Ah no All no


1t is the name of MARY /, is the
name of his young wife


Oh. Mary-sweetest name OF woman


name SO soft, So ripplng.so musical-name


of the Mother Of Jesus, made holy by poe
try and religion-how strangely did your


syllables Of music ring out from that black


smiths lips, as he went numbering on
MARY" he shouted as he drags that
, red coated trooper from his steed Ma.
: ry p he shrieks. as his hammer crashes
, down. laying that officer in the DUST
Lookl Another officer, with a gallant


face and form--ano,her officer, glitlerine
: in rinsal, clasps that acksmth by the
d knees, and begs mercy.
81 have a wife-mercy have wife


yondsr in Eng gland-spare me |"
= The blacksmith. crazed as he il, trem
/ bles-there is tear in his eye
. IL would spare you. but there is form
e before me-he form before me-lhe form
i of my dead wife That form has gone be
;. fore me--all day! She calls on me te
r strike q


y And the hammer fell. and then rang on
o that strange war-cry-"MARYi


AT last, when the battle was over. he wa
L found by waggoner, who had at leas
: shoudered a cart-whip in his country
> service--he was found sitting by the road
l. side, his head sunken, his leg broken-lh'
9 life blood yelling from his many wounds.
e The waggoner would have carried hin
e from the field, but the stout blacksmith
k refused.


sYou see neighbor," he said. In lha
e voice husky with death, Il never meddlet
# with the British Till they burned my home
$ tilllhey"-he could not speak the out
d rage, but his wife. his child. were there be
1t fore his dying eyes-"And nov I've ou
o Eve minutes life in me. Id like TO CIV
) shot at the British afore l die. Dy
e see that cherry treea Dye think yo'
is could drag man ofmy build up thar


Place me thar; give me powder>horl


three rifle balls an good rife, that's ali
a ask" :,
m The wagoner granted his request; b
D, lifted him 10 the cherry tree :; he place
> the rife. the balls. the powder-horn IN h'
grasp. :,


Then whipping his horses through 10
q narrow pass, from the summit of .neigoo'
e mo height, be looked down upon the las
n. -. ef ,ha hle~ ksmit n = life.