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
“It’s a great life,” said Jamie; “but I mean to join Barney. We don’t
get enough service here on shore, and on sea they are always popping at
each other.”
“Then I needn’t return you the packet you gave into my keeping,”
Lettice said.
James smiled. “No, keep it safe, and if I want it when the war is over,
I will ask you for it, and if I fall, bestow it as I directed you.”
“Lettice,” her brother William’s voice broke in, “where are those
papers? Are they safely hidden?”
“Yes, I hid them with my own hands,” she replied.
“I shall want them soon.”
“To-night?”
“Hardly, I think. I will let you know if I require them; but they must
be sent off the first opportunity, for there are government secrets
among them.”
“Oh, really? I am glad they are out of my hands, then. Who is coming?
I hear the clatter of horses on the walk.”
William arose and went down the steps, and Lettice heard him say: “Ah,
General, welcome, right welcome. Good evening, Tyler. Glad to meet you,
Mr. Baldwin. Come in, gentlemen, and let me present you to the ladies.”
And Lettice was soon in the presence of the veteran, General Benson,
Captain Dodson, her old friend, Tyler Baldwin, and, whom but the young
naval officer, Ellicott Baldwin, of whom Tyler had spoken to her, and
whom she well remembered.
“A fortunate circumstance it was which led me to my cousin’s this
week,” said the young man, who bowed low before Lettice. “I trust you
remember me, for I have never forgotten you.”
Lettice blushed and dropped her eyes. “I was very bold,” she murmured;
“but I was so excited that I forgot I was speaking to a stranger.”
“Not bold,” the young man hastened to say. “It was but the charming
naturalness of a child; the spontaneity of trusting youth. You cannot
think I had feelings other than those of admiration for your ingenuous
words, and I have ever since desired an opportunity of meeting you
again. May I tell you how I happen to be here? Shall we sit here?” He
led her to a corner of the wide piazza, and seated himself by her side.
“The general and Captain Dodson were coming this way to get some papers
which I am to deliver at Washington, to which place I am to start by
daybreak. They have been having a lively time at St. Michael’s, as you
probably know.”
“Yes, we have heard of it; but those papers--they must be the ones my
brother was just speaking about, and I shall have to go and get them at
once, for it is I who know where they are hidden. I will have to ask
James to go with me.”
“Are they within doors?”
“No, they are down yonder.” She made a movement of the hand in the
direction of the graveyard.
“May I not accompany you? Your brother seems occupied at this moment.”
“I do not object, if you are willing to help with the digging.”
“Will I not be? Try me. I shall like the fun, I assure you.”
“Then we will go at once. I will get a spade as we go along. Are you
afraid of haunts?”
“Not I. And it is moonlight and not midnight, so I fancy we are safe
from evil charms.”
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