. Marcy, the refugee . Whenthe black boys first note of warning fell uponhis ear he was imprinting a farewell kiss uponhis mothers lips and giving her a last embrace ;but they fell apart instantly when they heardthat wild cry, for they knew what it meant. There they are! gasped Mrs. i Marcy, I am afraid I have detained you toolong.: You have not kept me a moment, saidMarcy quickly, for I was no more anxiousto go than you were to have me. Keep themin the house as long as you can. and I will gointo the cellar and try to slip through one ofthe windo\vs into the garden. Poor Juliuswall be b
. Marcy, the refugee . Whenthe black boys first note of warning fell uponhis ear he was imprinting a farewell kiss uponhis mothers lips and giving her a last embrace ;but they fell apart instantly when they heardthat wild cry, for they knew what it meant. There they are! gasped Mrs. i Marcy, I am afraid I have detained you toolong.: You have not kept me a moment, saidMarcy quickly, for I was no more anxiousto go than you were to have me. Keep themin the house as long as you can. and I will gointo the cellar and try to slip through one ofthe windo\vs into the garden. Poor Juliuswall be broken-hearted when he finds that IWent without him. Once more good-by, anddont expect to see me under a wreek. Pressing as the need for haste was, Marcysnatched another farewell kiss and ran out ofthe room, taking care not to pass between awindow and a lamp that stood on the centre-table. He caught his cap from the rack as hehurried through the hall, and in less time thanit takes to tell it, was standing before an open. JULIUS GIVES THE ALARM. THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR. LENOX ANDTILDfiN FOUNDATIONSR L f MAKCY TAKES TO THE SWAMP. 891 cellar window, waiting and listening. His earstold him when the Home Guards charged uponthe house and entered it through the back andside doors, and believing that the sentries, ifthere had been any posted outside, would bewholly engrossed with what was going on inthe dwelling, he seized upon that particularmoment to make his attempt at escape. Slowlyand carefully he crawled up into the window,and when he raised his head above the groundall he could see were bushes and trees and astarlit sky, and all he could hear was the mur-mur of voices in the sitting-room. If the doorswere guarded, as it was reasonable to supposethey were, this particular cellar window wasnot, and Marcy made haste to crawl out of itand across an intervening flower-bed to thefriendly shelter of a thicket of bushes did not linger there an instant, but takingit fo
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