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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Peggy Owen and Liberty, by Lucy Foster Madison This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Peggy Owen and Liberty Author: Lucy Foster Madison Illustrator: H. J. Peck Release Date: January 12, 2010 [EBook #30940] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PEGGY OWEN AND LIBERTY *** Produced by Juliet Sutherland, D Alexander and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net PEGGY OWEN AND LIBERTY B Y LUCY FOSTER MADISON AUTHOR OF “PEGGY OWEN” “PEGGY OWEN, PATRIOT” “PEGGY OWEN AT YORKTOWN” ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY H. J. PECK The Penn Publishing Company PHILADELPHIA MCMXIII COPYRIGHT 1912 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY “WHY, IT’S FATHER!” “The motto of our father-band Circled the world in its embrace: ’Twas Liberty throughout the land, And good to all their brother race. Long here—within the pilgrim’s bell Had lingered—though it often pealed— Those treasured tones, that eke should tell Where freedom’s proudest scroll was sealed! Here the dawn of reason broke On the trampled rights of man; And a moral era woke Brightest since the world began.

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Peggy Owen and Liberty, by Lucy Foster Madison
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net
Title: Peggy Owen and Liberty
Author: Lucy Foster Madison
Illustrator: H. J. Peck
Release Date: January 12, 2010 [EBook #30940]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PEGGY OWEN AND LIBERTY ***
Produced by Juliet Sutherland, D Alexander and the Online
Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.netPEGGY OWEN
AND LIBERTY
B Y LUCY
FOSTER
MADISON
AUTHOR OF
“PEGGY OWEN”
“PEGGY OWEN,
PATRIOT”
“PEGGY OWEN
AT YORKTOWN”
ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BYH. J. PECK
The Penn Publishing Company
PHILADELPHIA MCMXIII
COPYRIGHT
1912 BY
THE PENN
PUBLISHING
COMPANY
“WHY, IT’S FATHER!”“The motto of our father-band
Circled the world in its embrace:
’Twas Liberty throughout the land,
And good to all their brother race.
Long here—within the pilgrim’s bell
Had lingered—though it often pealed—
Those treasured tones, that eke should tell
Where freedom’s proudest scroll was
sealed!
Here the dawn of reason broke
On the trampled rights of man;
And a moral era woke
Brightest since the world began.”
Introduction
In “Peggy Owen,” the first book of this series, is related the story of a little
Quaker maid who lived across from the State House in Philadelphia, and
who, neutral at first on account of her religion, became at length an active
patriot. The vicissitudes and annoyances to which she and her mother are
subjected by one William Owen, an officer in the English army and a
kinsman of her father’s, are also given.
“Peggy Owen, Patriot” tells of Peggy’s winter at Middlebrook, in northern
New Jersey, where Washington’s army is camped, her capture by the
British and enforced journey to the Carolinas, and final return home.
“Peggy Owen at Yorktown” details how Peggy goes to Virginia to nurse a
cousin, who is wounded and a prisoner. The town is captured by the British
under Benedict Arnold, the traitor, and Peggy is led to believe that he has
induced the desertion of her friend, John Drayton. Drayton’s rescue from
execution as a spy and the siege of Yorktown follow.
In the present volume Peggy’s friends rally about her when her Cousin
Clifford is in danger of capture. The exciting events of the story show the
unsettled state of the country after the surrender of Cornwallis.
Contents
I. A Small Dinner Becomes a Party 11
II. Peggy is Surprised 26
III. On the Horns of a Dilemma 40
IV. The Search 53V. Friends in Need 69
VI. Appearances Against Her 81
VII. David Owen is Informed of the Facts 94
VIII. Before the Council 108
IX. Out of the Frying-Pan Into the Fire 120
X. A Race for Life 134
XI. The Choice of Fairfax 144
XII. “They Must Go Home” 163
XIII. A Woman’s Wit 176
XIV. Marching Orders 194
XV. The Attack on the Blockhouse 215
XVI. “Of what Was He Guilty?” 227
XVII. A Glimpse of Home 244
XVIII. Herod Out Heroded 256
XIX. The Turn of the Wheel 272
XX. A Slight Emphasis of “That” 285
XXI. Chosen by Lot 303
XXII. What Can Be Done? 318
XXIII. A Little Humor Despite a Grim Situation 334
XXIV. “Thee May Tell Him at the Last” 348
XXV. At Headquarters 363
XXVI. The Adventure of the Glen 376
XXVII. The Safeguard of his Honor 392
XXVIII. “How Could She Know?” 407
XXIX. In the Shadow of Death 424
XXX. And Then the End 437
Illustrations
PAGE
“Why, It’s Father!” Frontispiece
“Close the Door” 47
The Two Girls Set Forth 97
A Shower of Bullets Fell About the 138
Sleigh
A Cry of Anguish Went Up 221
“Where is Thee Going?” 268
“I Kneel to You, Sir” 373[Pg 11]Peggy Owen and Liberty
CHAPTER I
A SMALL DINNER BECOMES A PARTY
“At Delaware’s broad stream, the view begin
Where jutting wharfs, food-freighted boats take
in;
Then, with the advancing sun direct your eye
Wide opes the street with firm brick buildings
high;
Step, gently rising, over the pebbly way,
And see the shops their tempting wares
display.”
—“Description of Philadelphia,” Breitnal, 1729.
It was the first of March, 1782, and over the city of Philadelphia a severe
storm was raging. A stiff wind, that lashed the black waters of the
Delaware into sullen fury and sent the snow whirling and eddying before it,
blew savagely from the northeast. The snow, which had begun falling the
day before, had continued all night with such rigorous, relentless
persistence that by the noon hour the whole city was sheeted with a soft
white blanket that spread abroad a solemn stillness. The rolling wheels of
the few vehicles in the streets were noiseless, and the sharp ring and
[Pg 12]clatter of horses’ hoofs became a dull muffled tramp. High up overhead the
snow settled on the church spires, clothing them in a garb of pure cold
white, and drifted among the niches of the State House Tower, until the
face of the great clock was hidden, and could scarce be told for what it
was.
Just across from the State House, in the midst of extensive grounds,
stood a large double brick house which was taking its share of the storm.
There were piles of snow on the steps and broad piazzas, huge drifts
against the fences, and great banks on the terraces of the gardens. The
wind lashed the lithe limbs of the leafless trees of the orchard, shrieked
through the sooty caverns of the wide chimneys, whistled merrily as it
drove the snow against the windows, and rattled the casements with howls
of glee as it went whirling by.
Storm-bound the mansion seemed, but its cold and wintry appearance was
wholly on the outside, for within its walls there was no lack of cheerfulness
and warmth. Great fires blazed on every hearth and puffed clouds of
smoke through the broad chimneys, in defiance of the wind which strove
[Pg 13]there for the mastery. Between the heavy gusts of wind came gleeful
bursts of laughter from the sitting-room as though the inmates were too
happy to heed the driving storm without, and from the kitchen arose savory
odors that spoke of tempting preparations for a bounteous meal, whichfurther enhanced the air of geniality that pervaded the dwelling.
In this latter apartment were two persons: one, a serene faced woman of
middle age who was busily engaged at the kneading board; the other, a
slender maiden well covered by a huge apron and with sleeves rolled back,
stood before a deal table reducing loaf sugar to usable shape. They were
Mistress David Owen and her daughter Peggy.
“How it blows!” exclaimed the girl, looking up from her task as a sudden
gust of wind flung the outside door wide, and sent the snow scurrying
across the sanded floor of the kitchen. “What shall be done anent that
door, mother?”
“Tell Sukey to bring a large stick of wood and put against it,” returned the
lady. “Then look to the oven, Peggy. ’Tis hard to get a clear fire with so
much wind.”
[Pg 14]“I do believe that everything is going to be done to a turn in spite of it,”
remarked Peggy, a little frown of anxiety which had puckered her brow
disappearing as she glanced into the great oven.
“Then as soon as thou hast set the table the dinner will be ready to take
up. I make no doubt but that thy friends are hungry. And what a time they
seem to be having,” Mrs. Owen added as a merry peal of laughter came
from the sitting-room.
“Are they not?” Peggy smiled in sympathy. “I am so glad they came
yesterday. I fear me that they could not have reached here to-day in this
dreadful storm. ’Tis too bad to have such weather now when ’tis Robert’s
first home leave in three years.”
“Methinks that ’twould better come when one is on a furlough than in
camp,” remarked her mother gravely. “It must be terrible for the soldiers
who lack so much to keep them comfortable.”
“True,” assented the girl soberly. “Would that the war were at an end, and
the peace we long for had come in very truth.”
[Pg 15]“And so do we all, my daughter. ’Tis weary waiting, but we must of
necessity possess ourselves with patience. But there! let not the thought
of it sadden thee to-day. ’Tis long since thou hast had thy friends together.
Enjoy the present, for we know not what the morrow may bring. And now
——”
“Set the table,” added Peggy with a laugh, as she rolled down her sleeves.
“And don’t thee dally too long talking with thy friends, Peggy. Thee didn’t
add that, mother.”
“As thee knows thy weakness it might be well to bear it in mind,”
commented her mother with a smile.
The kitchen was the principal apartment of a long low building attached to
the main dwelling by a covered entry way. Through this Peggy went to the
hall and on to the dining-room, where she began laying the table. This
room adjoined the sitting-room, and, as the bursts of merriment became
more and more frequent, the maiden softly opened the connecting door andmore and more frequent, the maiden softly opened the connecting door and
peeped in.
A tall youth of soldierly bearing, in the uniform of the Light Infantry, his
[Pg 16]epaulettes denoting the rank of major, leaned carelessly against one end of
the mantelpiece. On a settle drawn up before the fire sat two girls. One
held a book from which she was reading aloud, and both the other girl and
the youth were so intent upon her utterances that they did not notice
Peggy’s entrance. They turned toward her eagerly as she spoke:
“Aren’t you getting hungry, or are you too interested to stop for dinner?”
“’Tis quite time thee was coming, Peggy,” cried the girl who had been
reading, tossing back her curly locks that, innocent of powder, hung in
picturesque confusion about her face. “I really don’t know what we are to
do with Betty here. Since she hath taken to young lady ways there’s no
living with her.”
“What has thee been doing, Betty Williams?” queried Peggy with mock
gravity, turning toward the other girl. Her hair was done high over a
cushion, profusely powdered, and she waved a large fan languidly.
“Sally is just talking, Peggy,” she said. “She and Robert seem to find much
amusement in some of my remarks. ’Tis just nothing at all. Sally Evans is
the one that needs to be dealt with.”
[Pg 17]“Sally hath been reading to us from your diary, which you kept for the
Social Select Circle while you were in Virginia,” explained Robert Dale.
“We were much entertained anent the account of your bashful friend,
Fairfax Johnson. Betty amused us by telling just what she would have
done with him had she been in your place.”
“I often wished for her,” declared Peggy, smiling. “Poor Fairfax would
mantle did a girl but speak to him. And yet he was so brave!”
“He was indeed,” assented the youth with warm admiration. “Sally hath just
read where he went to warn the Legislature of Virginia of Tarleton’s coming
despite the fact that he was ill. But, Peggy, we could not help but laugh
over what he said to you. Read his words, Sally.”
“‘I said,’” read Sally picking up the book again, “‘Friend Fairfax, thee
always seems so afraid of us females, yet thee can do this, or aught else
that is for thy country. Why is it?’ And he replied:
“‘To defend the country from the invader, to do anything that can be done
[Pg 18]to thwart the enemy’s designs, is man’s duty. But to face a battery of
bright eyes requires courage, Mistress Peggy. And that I have not.’”
“Wasn’t that fine?” cried Betty with animation. “I adore bravery and
shyness combined. Methinks ’twould be delightsome to be the woman who
could teach him how to face such a battery. Thee didn’t live up to thy
opportunity, Peggy. It was thy duty to cure such a fine fellow of
bashfulness. It was thy duty, I say. Would I could take him in hand.”
“Would that thee might, Betty,” answered Peggy. “But I fear thee would
have thy hands full.”“I wonder if thee has heard the latest concerning Betty’s doings,” broke in
Sally. “Mr. Deering told me of it. Betty was dancing a measure with
Colonel Middleton at the last Assembly when Mr. Deering came up to her
and said:
“‘I see that you are dancing with a man of war, Miss Betty.’
“‘Yes, sir,’ says Betty, ‘but I think a tender would be preferable.’”
[Pg 19]“Oh, Betty! Betty!” gasped Peggy when the merriment that greeted this had
subsided. “How did thee dare?”
“La!” spoke Betty, arranging the folds of her paduasoy gown complacently,
“when a man is so remiss as to forget the refreshments one must dare.”
“I verily believe that she could manage your friend, Fairfax,” commented
Robert Dale laughing. “Would that I might be there to see it.”
“I kept an account of everything he said for Betty’s especial delectation,”
said Peggy. “She named him the ‘Silent Knight,’ and it was very
appropriate.”
“Now why for my delectation instead of thine, or Sally’s?” queried Betty.
“Why, Sally and I are such workaday damsels that we are not accustomed
to handling such problems,” explained Peggy demurely. “Thou art the only
belle in the Social Select Circle, and having been instructed in French, I
hear very thoroughly, thou hast waxed proficient in matters regarding the
sterner sex.”
“Nonsense! Nonsense!” ejaculated Betty. She sat up quickly, and sniffed
[Pg 20]the air daintily. “Peggy Owen,” she cried, “do I in very truth smell pepper-
pot?”
“Thee does. I thought that would please thee. And Sally, too, but Robert
——” She glanced at the lad inquiringly.
“Robert is enough of a Quaker to enjoy pepper-pot,” answered he
emphatically. “This weather is the very time for it too.”
“We’ll forgive thy desertion of us so long as thee was making pepper-pot,”
declared Sally.
“Well, Robert hath not had leave for three years, so mother and I thought
we must do what we could to give him a good dinner.”
“Does she mean by that that thee has not eaten in all that time, Robert?”
demanded Betty slyly. “In truth ’twould seem so. I do believe that she hath
done naught but move betwixt spit and oven this whole morning.”
“I think I shall do justice to all such preparations,” said the youth smiling. “I
fancy that the most of us in the army would find little difficulty in keeping
Peggy busy all the time.”
“Hark!” exclaimed Sally. “I thought I heard some one call.”
[Pg 21]As the youth and the maidens assumed a listening attitude there came a
faint “Hallo!” above the tumult of the wind. Sally ran to one of the windowsfaint “Hallo!” above the tumult of the wind. Sally ran to one of the windows
that faced Chestnut Street, and flattened her nose against the glass in the
endeavor to see out.
“’Tis a man on horseback,” she cried. “He is stopping in front of the house.
Now he is dismounting. Who can it be?”
“Some traveler, I make no doubt,” remarked Peggy, coming to her side.
“The storm hath forced him to stop for shelter. Ah! there is Tom ready to
take his horse. He should have cleaned the steps, but he waited, I dare
say, hoping that it would stop snow—— Why! it’s father——” she broke off
abruptly, making a dash for the door. “Tell mother, Sally.”
“David, this is a surprise,” exclaimed Mrs. Owen, coming quickly in
answer to Sally’s call, and reaching the sitting-room just as a tall man,
booted and spurred, entered it from the hall. “Thee must be almost frozen
after being exposed to the fury of such a storm.”
“’Tis good to be out of it, wife,” answered Mr. Owen, greeting her with
[Pg 22]affection. He stretched his hands luxuriantly toward the fire as Peggy
relieved him of his hat and riding coat, and glanced about appreciatively.
“How cozy and comfortable it is here! And what a merry party! It puts new
heart into a man just to see so much brightness.”
“We are to have pepper-pot, Mr. Owen,” Betty informed him, drawing
forward a large easy chair for his use while Sally ran to lay an extra plate
on the table. “Doesn’t it smell good?”
“It does indeed, Betty. The odor is delectable enough to whet the appetite
to as keen an edge as the wind hath. Robert, ’tis some time since I have
seen thee.”
“I am on my first leave in three years, Mr. Owen. Are you on a furlough
too, sir?”
“Nay, lad; I took one just after Yorktown, when I brought Peggy home from
Virginia. General Washington, who, as thee doubtless knows, is still here
in Philadelphia perfecting plans with Congress for next summer’s
campaign, hath sent for me to confer with him regarding the best means of
putting down this illicit trade which hath sprung up of late. I do not know
[Pg 23]how long the conference will last, but it comes very pleasantly just now, as
it enables me to have the comforts of home during this severe weather.”
“When did you leave the Highlands, sir?”
“Four days since. The army had begun to hope that winter was over, as
the ice was beginning to come down the Hudson. This storm hath dashed
our hopes of an early spring.”
“And must thee return there, David?” asked Mistress Owen.
“No; I am to go to Lancaster. This trade seems to be flourishing among the
British prisoners stationed there. Congress had granted permission to
England to keep them in supplies, and it seems that advantage is taken of
this fact to include a great many contraband goods. These the prisoners,
or their wives, are selling to the citizens of Lancaster and surrounding