A heroine of 1812 : $b A Maryland romance — John Shaqi
A heroine of 1812 : $b A Maryland romanceBlanchard, Amy Ella
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A heroine of 1812 : $b A Maryland romance
Blanchard, Amy Ella
Maryland -- Juvenile fiction; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Juvenile fiction
[Illustration: “_You’d do well to come out here, Aunt Martha._”]
A Heroine of 1812
_A Maryland Romance_
BY
AMY E. BLANCHARD
_Illustrated by Ida Waugh_
[Illustration]
W. A. WILDE COMPANY
BOSTON CHICAGO
_Copyright, 1901_,
BY W. A. WILDE COMPANY.
_All rights reserved._
A HEROINE OF 1812.
To My Brother
THE GRANDSON OF AN “OLD DEFENDER”
I LOVINGLY DEDICATE THIS STORY OF
HIS MARYLAND AND MINE
A. E. B.
Contents.
CHAPTER I PAGE
WHEN THE SHIP CAME IN 11
CHAPTER II
THE WORK OF A MOB 25
CHAPTER III
ON THE BAY 41
CHAPTER IV
THE BARN FROLIC 56
CHAPTER V
SOME COQUETRIES 71
CHAPTER VI
A BALL 86
CHAPTER VII
CAPTURED 100
CHAPTER VIII
FIRST BLOOD 115
CHAPTER IX
LOVE AND POLITICS 129
CHAPTER X
SUSPICIONS 144
CHAPTER XI
AN INTERRUPTED DUEL 161
CHAPTER XII
ESCAPE 178
CHAPTER XIII
CONFIDENCES 193
CHAPTER XIV
“SORROW AN’ TROUBLE” 209
CHAPTER XV
JUBAL 226
CHAPTER XVI
A TIME OF REST 244
CHAPTER XVII
A DAY OF DISASTER 262
CHAPTER XVIII
A TIME OF DREADFUL NIGHT 280
CHAPTER XIX
THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER 300
CHAPTER XX
HER VALENTINE 318
Illustrations.
PAGE
“‘You’d do well to come out here, Aunt Martha’”
_Frontispiece_ 1
“‘It is plain to see why you like to come to market’” 30
“‘Come on,’ she yelled” 123
“‘What yuh doin’ hyar dis time o’ night?’” 185
“‘How he has grown!’” 248
A HEROINE OF 1812.
CHAPTER I.
_When the Ship Came In._
A warm evening in early June of the year 1812 showed the streets of
Baltimore city gay with groups of people crowding the steps of the
houses, or sauntering up and down from corner to corner. Slender girls
with arms around each other, circles of children merrily piping out
some ring-around-a-rosy, young men stopping before this or that door
for a few minutes’ chat,--all served to make a lively scene.
Lettice Hopkins, in short-waisted gown of sprigged muslin, stood with
one slippered foot tapping impatiently the marble step before her
uncle’s door. “Is yuh see him, Miss Letty?” asked a little colored boy
who stopped his occupation of sliding down the cellar door to make his
inquiry.
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