Peggy Owen Patriot Part 12

"Yes," reiterated Master Drayton positively. "He would fight even though he fought alone. But I am not made of such stuff. I am no hero, Mistress Peggy. Beside, have not the Parley-voos come over to fight for us? They have all the honors given them; let them have the miseries too."

"But why should the French fight our battles for us?" demanded the girl bluntly. "They are only to help us. Why should they exert themselves to save that which we do not value enough to fight for?"

"'Tis expected by the army, anyway," said Drayton. "I know that I'll do no more."

"Thee is a poor tired lad," said the girl gently. "And thy dinner. See how little thou hast eaten. I have talked too long with thee to-day.

Later we will renew the subject."

"Renew it an you will," retorted the boy a.s.suming again his jaunty manner, half defiance, half swagger. "'Twill make no difference. I have served my last. Unless the recruiting officer finds me you won't catch me in the army again."

Peggy smiled a knowing little smile, but made no answer.

"We shall see," she thought as she left the room. "Methinks thee has some martial spirit left, Friend John."

CHAPTER X-PEGGY TEACHES A LESSON

"Rise then, my countrymen! for fight prepare, Gird on your swords, and fearless rush to war!

For your grieved country n.o.bly dare to die, And empty all your veins for liberty."

-Jonathan Mitch.e.l.l Sewall.

It was several days before Peggy could have another talk with Master Drayton, but meantime she set up the needles and began to knit vigorously on stockings, spun into thread more of the flax, and put Sukey to work weaving it into cloth.

"Peggy, what is thee so busy about?" asked Mrs. Owen, coming into the kitchen where the girl had been at work since the dawn.

Peggy looked up from the dye kettle with a puzzled look on her face, and gave an extra poke at the cloth reposing therein by way of emphasis.

"I am trying to dye some cloth, mother, but it doesn't seem to come right. What shall be done to indigo to get a pretty blue? I had no trouble with the yellow dye. See how beautifully this piece came out.

Such a soft fine buff! I am pleased with it-but this--"

She paused and turned inquiringly toward her mother. Mrs. Owen took the stick from her hand, and held up a piece of cloth from the steaming kettle, examining it critically.

"Fix another kettle of water, Peggy," she said, "and let it be near to boiling. Into it put some salts of tin, alum and cream of tartar. It needs brightening, and will come a pretty blue when washed in the solution. There! Punch each part of the cloth down into the water, child, so that it may be thoroughly wetted. So! Now rinse well, and hang it out to dry. That done thou shalt tell me for what purpose thou hast dyed the cloth such especial colors. Thy father hath no need of a new uniform."

"'Tis for Friend John," said Peggy dabbling the cloth vigorously up and down in the rinsing water.

"Why! hath he expressed a wish to return?" exclaimed Mrs. Owen in amazement. "I had heard naught of it."

Peggy laughed.

"Not yet, mother," she cried, her eyes dancing with mirth. "But I see signs. Oh, I see signs. This must be ready anent the time he does wish to go. This, with socks, and weapons, and aught else he may need."

"Hast thou been reasoning with him, Peggy, that thee feels so sure?"

"A little," admitted the girl. "This afternoon, if none comes to interrupt, I shall do more. Mother, what would I do without thee? Thee did just the right thing to bring this cloth to the proper color. Is it not beautiful? Would I could do so well."

"'Twill come in time, my daughter. Skill in dyeing as in aught else comes only from practice. But here is Sukey to tell us of visitors. Wash thy hands and join us, Peggy. If 'tis Sally Bache I make no doubt but that there is news from Dr. Franklin."

'Twas customary at this time to pay morning visits in Philadelphia, and several came, one after another, so that by the time she had finished her interrupted tasks Peggy found the afternoon well on toward its close before she could pay her usual visit to Master Drayton. She found him awaiting her coming with eagerness.

"'Tis good to be sheltered and fed," he said as the maiden entered the room, "but none the less 'tis monstrous tiresome to be cooped up. What shall be done to amuse me, Mistress Peggy?"

"Would thee like to have me read to thee?" she asked, a gleam of mischief coming into her eyes.

"The very thing," he cried, seating himself comfortably on the settle.

"Is it a tale? Or perchance you have brought a verse book?"

"Neither," she answered. "Art sure that thou art comfortable, Friend John? Does thee need anything at all?"

"Nothing at all," he replied pleased at her solicitude. "And now for the reading. I am curious to see what you have chosen, for I see that you have brought something with you."

"Yes," she responded, producing a pamphlet. "'Tis just a little something from a writer who calls himself, 'Common Sense.'" Before he had time to expostulate she began hurriedly:

"'These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the suns.h.i.+ne patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of men and women. We have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.'"

"Now see here," broke in the youth in an injured tone sitting bolt upright. "That's mean! Downright mean, I say, to take advantage of a fellow like that. If you want to begin again on that summer soldier business, why say so right out."

"Does thee object very seriously, John, to listening?" queried the maiden mildly. "I would like to read thee the article."

"Oh, go ahead! I guess I can stand it." Drayton set his lips together grimly, and half turned from her.

Peggy waited for no further permission. The pamphlet was one of the most powerful written by Thomas Paine, and, as he pa.s.sed from paragraph to paragraph of the tremendous harangue, he touched with unfailing skill, with matchless power, the springs of anxiety, contempt, love of home, love of country, fort.i.tude, cool deliberation and pa.s.sionate resolve.

Drayton listened for a time in silence, with a sullen and injured air.

Slowly he turned toward the reader as though compelled against his will, and presently he sprang to his feet with something like a sob.

"In pity, cease," he cried. "Hast no compa.s.sion for a man?"

[Ill.u.s.tration: SLOWLY HE TURNED TOWARD THE READER]

But Peggy knew that now was the time to drive the lesson home, so steeling her heart to pity, she continued the pamphlet, closing with the peroration which was such a battle call as might almost startle slain patriots from their graves:

"'Up and help us; lay your shoulders to the wheel; better have too much force than too little, when so great an object is at stake. Let it be told to the future world, that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, the country and city, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet and repulse it.... It matters not where you live, or what rank of life you hold, the evil or the blessing will reach you all.... The heart that feels not now is dead. The blood of his children will curse his cowardice who shrinks back at a time when a little might have saved the whole, and made them happy. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles until death.... By perseverance and fort.i.tude, we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission the sad choice of a variety of evils,-a ravaged country, a depopulated city, habitations without safety, and slavery without hope.

Look on this picture and weep over it; and if there yet remains one thoughtless wretch who believes it not, let him suffer it unlamented.'"

"No more," cried the youth in great agitation. "I can bear no more.

''Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles until death.' 'Tis true. Do not I know it. Until death! Until death! Wretch that I am, I know it. There have been times when I would have given my life to be back in the army. Do you think it is pleasant to skulk, to hide from honest men? To know always and always that one is a poltroon and a coward? I tell you no. Do you think that I have not heard the inward pleading of my conscience to go back? That I have not seen the accusing look in your eyes? You called me a summer soldier! I am worse than that, and I have lost my chance."

"Thee has just found it, John," cried she quickly. "Before thee served for thine own advancement; now thee will begin again, and fight for thy country alone. If preferment comes to thee, it will have been earned by unselfish devotion. But thy country, John, thy country! Let it be always in thy thoughts until its liberties are secured beyond recall."

"Would you have me go back?" he cried, stopping before her in amazement.

"Why, of course thee is going back," answered Peggy simply. "There is naught else for a man to do."

Drayton noted the slight emphasis the girl laid upon the word man, and made an involuntary motion of a.s.sent.