ny acquaintances. Out of the many and varied
accounts one or two points had stood out prominently--Arnold had
attempted to surrender the fortress while Washington was lodged there in
the hope that complete disaster would befall the American cause; he had
completed negotiations with the British emissary; who was known as Major
Andre, whom the people of Philadelphia associated with the person of
John Anderson, a frequent visitor of the Arnolds during their stay in
the city; the officer had been taken prisoner by the American forces and
the papers found upon him; while Arnold and his wife had escaped to the
British forces in the city of New York.

When the gayety seemed to have attained its climax, a procession began
to wend its way through the howling crowd. There was no attempt at
regular formation, the multitude trailing along in whatever order seemed
most desirable to them. In the midst of the line of march, two gaunt
figures towered aloft over the heads of the marchers, the one bearing a
placard upon which was scrawled the name "Arnold the traitor," the
other, "Andre the spy." These were carried with great acclaim several
times around the city until the procession rested at the square, where
amid cheers and huzzas they were publicly burned. This seemed to
satisfy the crowd, for they gradually began to disperse. The hour was
late and Marjorie and her father journeyed homewards, passing the
watchman at the corner as he announced the hour, "Eleven o'clock and
Arnold is burned."

The state bordering on frenzy into which the mob had been cast was
responsible, for the most part, for the violence of the celebration,
nevertheless there stood many sober and composed individuals apart from
the ranks who had looked on in silent acquiescence during the riotous
proceedings. Arnold had fallen to the lowest ebb of infamy and contempt
so that even his past services were entirely forgotten. There was no
palliation. There were no extenuating circumstances. The enormity of his
crime alone mattered. His name could not be mentioned without a shudder.

Mount Pleasant was not permitted to remain idle. It soon was seized by
the city authorities and rented to Baron Steuben, the disciplinarian of
the American Army and the author of its first Manual of Arms. The
household furniture, too, had been removed and offered for sale at
public auction, while the coach and four was bought by a trader at the
Coffee House. Arnold's presence in the city w