Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 19: what you’re looking at

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LILY AND ROSE. es 21 family to notice, he was marching out from Forty Fort with the column to attack the combined force of British and In- dians. Tbe painful anxiety of the family, who were sensible of the state of affairs, may therefore be well understood. Mrs. Abingdon, a refined, intellectual lady, of some fifty years, was walking back and forth, on the covered porch that extended along the front of the house, her apprehension so keenly alive that it would not allow her to remain quiet. Annie, ber daughter, whose face revealed the same delicate, intellectual beauty that was still traceable in the countenance of her mother, was standing on the steps that led down from the porch, looking off toward the settlement, which was impenetrably vailed by the intervening forest. Her cheeks, naturally rosy, were white, with the exception of a faint tinge in the center, like that which is discerned on the face of the sea-shell; her blue eyes now round and full; and the attitude which she had taken, all conspired to lend an addi- tional charm to her countenance and figure. At the front gate, a rod or two away, stood Arthur, a boy not more than ten or eleven years of age. Young as he was, he was mature enough to understand that a fearful crisis was hanging over the valley that contained his beloved home, and child-like, he had gone to the utmost limit that parefital authority would allow, in the hope of gaining the earliest tidings of the fortunes of the day. “IT scarcely dare hope,” remarked the mother, as she paused beside her daughter. ‘I saw, when George went away, that he was not satisfied either, with the appearance of things-in the Valley. “He could not help being anxious, mother, until the battle took place—his appearance was natural.” “There was too much of it. He was hopeful when he and the rest of the officers came home, but did you not observe how depressed he seemed after his return from Forty Fort ?” The daughter had noticed this, and she therefore evaded a direct reply. “There are full three hundred men in the fort—a powerful body, it seems to me.” “ Powerful enough, if they were only men, Annie; but remember there are feeble grandfathers, and boys scarcely connicloooks.comn)