Paul Leicester Ford,
Janice Meredith: A Story of the American Revolution
“ Oh, Sir Frederick!” she exclaimed. “You! How came you here?”“They let me out of the prison Clowes me put in,” Mobray gasped; “and having nothing better, I enlisted in the ranks under another name.” There he choked with blood.“Doctor,” called Janice, “come quickly!”“Humph!” growled the surgeon, after one glance. “You should not summon me to waste time on him. Can’t you see ’t is hopeless?”“Oh, don’t—” began Janice.“Nay, he speaks the truth,” said Mobray; “and I thank God ’t is so. Don’t cry. I am glad to go; and though I have wasted my life, ’t is a happier death than poor John André’s.” ”
