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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Confederate Scrgeent
Wyatt of the Staunton artillery is m
as a spy to his native county on the Gr< i n
liiiar by General Jackson.
CHAPTER II—Wyatt meets a moun
taineer named Jem Taylor, with whom he
rides to a house beyond Hot Springs.
CHAPTER HI—In the house Wyatt and
Taylor meet Major Harwood, father of
Doreen and an old neighbor of Wyatt,
[who is sent to bed while the two other
men talk. Wyatt becomes suspicious, and
finds that Taylor has murdered Harwood
and escaped.
^PTER IV—Wyatt changes to the
I . b. cavalrf uniform he lias with him.
and rides away in the night, running into
a detachment of Federal cavalry, to
whom he identifies himself as Lieutenant
Raymond. Third U. S. cavalry, by means
of papers with which he lias been pro
vided. Captain Fox finds Harwood’s body
and follows Taylor’s trail.
CHAPTER V—Fox and Wyatt believe
Taylor to be old Ned Cowan. The de
tachment is ambushed. Wyatt escapes to
the Green Briar country and goes to Har
wood’s apparently deserted home.
CHAPTER VI—Wyatt finds Noreen
Harwood alone in her home. She does
not recognize him, and he introduces him
self as Lieutenant Raymond.
CHAPTER VII—Parson Nichols comes
to the house and tells Noreen of her fa
ther’s death.
CHAPTER VIII—Wyatt forces Parson
Nichols to confess that he has been sent
In advance of Anse Cowan, who proposes
to marry Noreen at once, and so quiet
title to the land In dispute between the
Cowans and Noreen’s dead father.
CHAPTER IX—Anse Cowan and his
gang arrive and find the preacher bound
In a closet. Wyatt and Noreen have con
cealed themselves in the attic.
CHAPTER X—The Cowan gang ran
sacks the house but falls to find the hid
den coupie. Wyatt tells Noreen who lie Is.
CHAPTER XI—Wyatt and Noreen re
turn to the second floor and await the
next move of the gang, forcing the
preacher to silence.
CHAPTER XTI—TTnablo to nsr.qpe while
the gang is on the first floor and around
the house. Wyatt proposes to marry
Noreen to protect her from Cowan. She
accepts and Wyatt forces the preacher to
marry them.
CHAPTER XITI—Cowan’s gang Is driv
en off by Federal troops, one of wlmse
officers is the real Lieutenant Raymond.
Wyatt is trapped, though Noreen attempts
to defend him.
CHAPTER XIV—Wyatt la taken to
Lewisburg for trial as a spy.
CHAPTER XV—The camp commandant
and Captain Fox visit Wyatt in his cell
In the courthouse basement. He refuses
clemency in return for information, and
uses his boyhood’s knowledge of the build
ing to prepare a way of escape.
CHAPTER XVT—Captain Fox again
visits Wyatt, and tells him that Noreen
has interceded for him unsuccessfully, and
that Raymond, jealous, is pusiiing the
case against him.
I could see nothing, and was com
pelled to rely entirely upon the sense
of touch. Iron bars had been left on
one side the chimney, forming an
irregular ladder. My groping hands
located these, and by their aid I began
to climb slowly upward. At the level
• of the first story I came upon a pro
jection of rock, possibly six or eight
inches wide, on which I found secure
foothold, and was thus able to regain
breath and strength for a renewal of
the struggle. I was crouched opposite
the oldtime fireplace, and the band,
playing noisily, was within a very few
feet of where I hid. However, not a
gleam of light was visible, and it was
some time before I located the open
lng which had been left for a stove
pipe. Even then I could feel no pipe,
but, as I extended my arm, a finger
burst through the paper which iiad
been pasted across the entrance, and
a glow of radiance illumined the black
walls about me.
1 waited, motionless, holding my
breath In fear that some eye might
have witnessed the tearing of the pa
per; but there was no cessation of
noise, no evidence of discovery. As
sailed by a temptation to view the
scene, I found foothold a little higher
up, and, clinging to the edge of the
hole, brought my eyes to a level with
the rent in the paper. The vista was
not a wide one and I dare not enlarge
the space, yet I saw sufficient to yield
me full knowledge of the party ami
its occasion. The floor was crowded,
the men almost without exception in
Federal uniform.
The couples whirled past, circling
the room. 1 watched the faces ea
gerly, but they were all strange No
doubt some of those young women I
had known as girls, but they had
grown out of my recollection. None
among the officers present, so far as
1 could tell, had I ever come In con
tact with—ah! yes! there was Whit
lock sitting disconsolately alone below
the judge's bench. 1 clung to my
perch determining to assure myself,
but my eyes encountered no other
familiar countenance. Of course No
reen would not attend, but there must
jbe some special cause to account for
Raymond's absence. He was the sort
to whom such an occasion as this
would naturally appeal.
Satisfied by my scrutiny. I explored
the opposite wall in vain for any simi
lar opening. As I remembered there
were offices there, where in days of
peace the county officers held sway,
and the floor above was an unfur
nished attic, extending the full length
of the building, having a low, unceiled
roof. In the old days it had been
used for storage purposes, and there
wag a narrow stairway leading down
into the sheriff's office. Ay! and there
was a contrivance there once in which
j they used to burn waste papers. 1 re
! meinbered a certain house cleaning in
1 which I assisted, and was assigned to
j the job of stirring the papers fre
; qucntly with an iron poker. I thought
; it fun, and the chimney funnel was
a big one. Possibly it was there still,
i hut could I succeed in getting up that
| far? The light shining through the
broken paper permitted a faint glimpse
I of my immediate surroundings, yet re
j vealed little to encourage me. The
| chimney was barely large enough to
; admit the upward passage of my body,
and was a black mystery. However,
the irregularity of the stones promised
linger and foot hold. It offered a
chance, a hope—and 1 could ask no
more.
I was climbing before the music
ceased, clinging desperately to every
slight projection, and bracing myself
against the walla. Progress was slow,
and occasionally painful; the con
tracted space gave me a feeling of suf
focation, and I dislodged enough soot
so 1 was compelled to struggle con
stantly to refrain from coughing. My
only relief was to bind a handkerchief
across mouth and nostrils.
While the music remained silent, 1
rested, fearful lest my struggles would
be overheard, taking such meager
comfort as I could. The first blare
of the horns started me off once more,
careless in the midst of so much noise
as to whether I rattled the loosened
plaster, or even dislodged an ill
secured stone. But at the best the
passage was made by inches, and I
took more than one desperate chance
of slipping; twice I clung breathless
as the music ceased, but the second
time I felt convinced 1 had attained
to the level of the upper floor.
With the next burst of melody from
below, now somewhat mellowed by
distance and the intervening walls, I
made another attempt to ascend, but
had scarcely attained more than a
foot or two when my right hand
plunged into a wide opening. Clinging
as best I could to a precarious foot
ing, I ran my arm deeper in until I
came in contact with a tin covering
which fell rather noisily to the floor.
I paused, startled at the sound, but no
gleam of light came through the open
ing. and 1 instantly realized that the
attic was unoccupied. The rattle of
the tin would, in all probability, cre
ate no alarm because of tiie din be
low.
i Know now exactly wiicre I was, the
only immediate problem being my
ability to squeeze through that nar
row space. The old-time burner had
evidently been removed. I wriggled
my way in head first. My knees
were doubled up in the chimney, and
my feet found solid purchase against
the stones. I felt as though the very
skin was being peeled off me, but 1
shot forward, my head and shoulders
emerging into the open. Heavens!
what a relief! 1 drew a long breath,
dangling over the floor, unable to
reach any support; then kicked and
struggled until I fell out headlong, and
lay too exhausted even to move.
It was so still I could plainly hear
the swift beating of my heart, and so
dark that not an object was discern
ible. The music below had ceased,
and, as I was now on the opposite
side of the building, the sound of con
versation and movement did not reach
me. Fpr a long moment 1 lay there
endeavoring to recall the surround
ings, but I dare not waste much time
in such idleness. The night was slip
ping away, and every instant gained
was to my advantage. There was no
safety until I was out of this building.
1 ached from head to foot, my clothes
must be in rags, and. no doubt, 1 was
as biack as a negro from chimney soot.
Yet my heart beat high with hope, and
the spirit of adventure gripped me.
The stairs were somewhat to the
right, unprotected by even a handrail.
I crept toward them across the rough
board floor, fearing a fall, and finally
located the opening. Nothing indi
cated that the room below was occu
pied, and I slipped down as silently as
possible, although the steps creaked
under my weight. Once in the sher
iff’s room, some recollection of its
form and furnishing recurred to mind.
My memory served by the dim reflec
tion of a campfire without, which ren
dered objects faintly visible, I could
distinguish the desk and a few round
ed-back wooden chairs pushed against
the wall. There was a door to the left,
standing ajar, leading into a wash
room, and 1 ventured within, feeling
about to assure myself if there had
been any water left. 1 found a bucket
nearly full, and two bars of soap and
unable to resist the luxury, I stripped
off my ragged uniform coat, and be
gan vigorous scrubbing. How thor
ough a job I made of it I cannot tell,
but the soap lathered freely, and 1
certainly did ray best, using up an
entire roller towel in the final effort
to attain cleanliness.
There was a coat and hat hanging
on the hooks, neither article of the
highest respectability 1 judged from
leeiiug them, but more to uiy purpose
fhan the rags I had cast aside, and !
donned the two gladly, finding them
no bad fit. The hat was looped up
with a 6tar Feeling quite myself
again in these new habiliments, and
conscious ot a clean face, I stole
across the sheriffs deserted office,
seeking the door into the corridor. 1
found it, but it was locked. Failing to
force this, i tried the windows only
to discover them securely barred. All
these offices were connected together,
that of the county clerk adjoining the
sheriff's, and, possibly 1 might find a
door unlocked somewhere; at least
none of the, other windows would be
ignored.
I listened at the door leading into
the clerk's room, but heard no sound.
There was no lock on the door, and
it opened silently to the pressure of
ni'.' hand. A flood of light swept into
my eyes, and 1 stood blinking blindly,
too surprised and startled to draw in
stantly back. There were two men in
the room, one bending over a desk,
the other leaning back against the
wall directly facing me. The latter
was Lieutenant Raymond.
CHAPTER XVIII.
I Make Two Prisoners.
T saw him stare, open-mouthed, as
though at a ghost. There was a star
tled look in his face, but no recogni
tion. The same swift glimpse had re
vealed to me a discarded belt on tho
end of the desk, in which glittered the
For a Long Time I Lay There.
pearl handle of a revolver. With one
steji forward I had the weapon in my
possession, and sprang between both
men aikl the door.
“Not a single move, gentlemen!" I
! commanded crisply, yet not venturing
i to speak aloud, for fear of a guard
outside. “Lieutenant, place your gun
on the desk!”
lie had it half drawn, but my weap
on was aimed straight at his head.
"What the hell!'’ he sputtered.
“Never mind! Do as 1 say first, and
then ask questions—take it by the
1 barrel; now slide it across to me.”
My eyes glanced aside at the face
! of the other, who was looking up,
j scarcely comprehending even yet what
i had occurred, and recognized Colonel
! Pickney. So I had blindly strayed
into headquarters! Raymond gasped
! like a fish out of water, and the florid
i features of the colonel expressed a
! chagrin too deep for words. I thought
■ he would explode, he sputtered so be
fore he could give vocal utterance to
! his discovery.
“Ily G-, it’s that d-n spy!”
“What!” and the lieutenant took a
step forward, only to shrink back as
I my revolver came to a level.
“Any noise either of you make will
be the last sound you’ll utter in this
world. Lieutenant Raymond, 1 will
trouble you to step around back of the
i desk—no, the other way; 1 advise you
; not to be tricky. Colonel Pickney, sit
up in your chair, and put your hands
behind you in through the openings
: in the chair back. Oh, yes you will!
i Don’t be a fool, man! What is this—
a hair trigger?”
I never saw anyone more thoroughly
angry; he would have killed me with
I the utmost pleasure, and, indeed, for
! an instant, 1 expected him to actually
} make the attempt. But my eyes
1 glared into his, and the man was not
insane. Slowly, reluctantly, as though
actually forced into the action, his
arms were thrust backward into a pos
ture of helplessness. His lips sput
tered, but he could not even swear.
“Now, Raymond, take that belt and
! bind him.” 1 commanded sternly. “Go
I to it, and be quick. Remember I have
: a gun in each hand. That’s it—now
; catch the buckle.”
Pickney choked with rage to which
he dare not give vent, and the hands
of the lieutenant shook as though from
chill. His face was so white 1 began
U> think the fellow had a streak of
cowardice in him. but his very fear
might give him recklessuess. 1 shoved
file muzzle of a revolver against his
coat.
"Now this other around his legs;
strap him tight to the chair. Vary
good, indeed; you are learning your
trade.”
1 tested the taut leather with one
hand.
"That will hold you, colonel, all but
your mouth, and 1 hope you have
enough sense left to guard ttiat your
self. Raymond,” and nay glance swept
the walls of the room hastily, “I re
gret troubling you so much; it is like
adding insult to Injury- but would you
reach me those overalls hanging on
the book behind you? Thunk you;
now turn ihst chair, so the back will
be this way, and—sit down.”
He knew what I meant, and there
was an ugly look in his eyes, but 1
gave him no rime for action. 1 gripped
him by the collar, twisting my
knuckles into his throat, and thrust
him down into the chair seat with a
violence which caused the fellow to
gasp for breath.
“You move when I speak!” I said
threateningly. “This is no boy’s play.
Now put your hands back—oh, farther
than that; cross them over each ether
Come, do you feel the steel! 1 do not
like you any too well, Raymond; I
know your treachery."
"I did nothing agae t vou,” he pro
tested, wriggling about to,., n glimpse
of my face. ‘T had no authority
here—”
‘‘No, but you had influence, and used
it against me. I get the story straight
enough, and can guess the reason.
Sit bank straighter; there, I reckon
that will hold,”
I stood off and looked at the two
of them, surprised at the ease with
which 1 had accomplished the result,
but entirely at sea as to my next move
ment, No plan, no hopeful possibility,
occurrtd to me; i could but stare va
cantly at my two prisoners, and about
at the walls of the room. Raymond
was jammed back into one corner
farthest, from the door, his face white,
every bit of nerve gone, and a red
welt showing where my grip had con
tracted the flesh. The fellow actually
looked pitiful lie was so completely
cowed. Rut Pickney was of a differ
ent kidney. He* sat glaring angrily
at me across the table, with face red
as 'he rising sun, straining at the
tough leather, his lips muttering in
coherent threats of vengeance.
“I’ll get you yet, you d--d rascal,”
I heard him growl, “and stretch your
neck without any trial.”
“And i’ll gag that mouth of yours,”
I auswerd “and keep it still for
awhile, t'h. yes, you’ll open up, my
man! I know a trick that will make
you bit? the tighter 1 pull the cord.
How about you, lieutenant? Would
you like a dose of the same medicine?”
I stepped across to him a strip of
cloth in my hand, but just at that in
stant the latch of the door rattled as
though a hard without gripped it. I
had barely time in which to leap back
against the wall, hidden from view,
when the door opened inward. All I
saw was the glimpse of a man’s hand
and sleeve. The fellow must have
perceived nothing to alarm him, for
he merely held the door ajar.
“A lady to see the colonel,” he an
nounced briefly. “Just step in, miss.”
I saw her advance two steps, and
j then stop motionless, with half sup
pressed cry of surprise. The sentry
I could not have heard the slight ex
clamation, for he closed the door, the
latch clicking sharply. Her eyes
opened wide, staring first at the
colonel, then at Raj mend, so startled
at the discovery of their predicament
as to be dazed. T toi l: a step forward,
an- the swift light of recognition
leaped into her eyes, .at site leaned
forward to scan me m re closely In
the dim light of the single lamp. I
could not tell I coyld not be sure, yet
I thought the expression on her face
was one of relief, of rejoicing.
“You!” she exclaimed, as though
not yet half convinced of the truth.
“You here—and free! What—what
have you done to those men?”
I laughed lightly, so relieved by her
reception as to feel a new man.
“Merely turned the tables; this time
luck was on my side, and neither gen
“You!” She Exclaimed. “You Here,
and Free!"
tleman seemed eager to prove a hero.
As you perceive, they arc like lambs.”
They hardly looked it, for if ever
murder glared unconeeab d in the eyes
of men, it did then; but they were
helpless tc move cr express them
selves—at least the ccb uel was, al
though he struggled fiercely. The
younger officer made no attempt, his
thin lips drawn back in a cruel snarl.
I was certain thtre was a swift gleam
of amusement in the girl's eyes, but it
passed quickly as nor glance again
met mine.
“Hut you! Toll me; I must under
stand In order to know what t^ do.
Haw did you come here?"
“Fr< m the big chimney. I had n"
suspicion this room was occupied, un
til 1 came face to fae with these
men But they were m re surprised
even than 1 I got the guns first, and
that ended it; hut 1 cunu t holu you
up that way."
"Ihere is no necessity.”
"No!" ! could not keep the Joyous
note out of my voice. "You mean—”
"Merely that I came here seeking
your release, or rather to urge that
you be given a trial at Charleston. It
is scarcely likely under all conditions
that I will prevent your escape, cr at
tempt to do so. You saved me from a
fate worse than death, and were cap
tured while endeavoring to serve me.
Surely you did not suppose I had
forgotten? You received my mes
sage?”
“Yes and was most thankful for it
I confess I had doubted before."
"I read your thoughts in ycur face;
that was one reason why I wished to
reassure you. I could not be ungrate
ful.” She glanced across the room,
and began again as though anxious to
get upon another topic. “I—I request
ed Lieutenant Raymond to Intercede
in your behalf, and he pledged me his
word to do so. Less than an hour
ago I learned he was exerting his in
fluence with Colonel Piekney against
my wishes. I determined to come
here in person and learn the truth.
Have you any explanation, Lieutenant
Raymond?”
"The fellow is a self-confessed spy,”
he asserted hoarsely. “There was
nothing I could say to save him.”
"Lieutenant, I made no request that
you would interpose to save this man
from his just fate under military law.
My father was a soldier, and I know
a soldier’s duty. All I asked was that
he be sent to Charleston, to the head
quarters of this department, where he
could have an impartial trial. If you
had so advised Colonel Piekney, that
would have been done. He would have
glauly shifted the responsibility else
where. Now the full burden of deci
sion falls on me. I must choose be
tween two duties—my loyalty to the
Union or to my husband.”
Raymond certainly was no more
startled than 1 at this avowal, per
haps less so, for although the words
choked in his threat, he managed to
give them utterance.
. “Your husband! Good God! Do
you mean to say ycu are married to
this fellow?”
“1 not only mean It.” sho said calm
ly, "but I have the proof with mo. I
teh you the fact merely to justify my
action, for I intend to save him if I
can. I wish Colonel Piekney to know
why I do this—what conditions justify |
me in so rebellious a course. This j
man does not deserve death; he was ,
captured while defending me from in
sult, and he Is my husband. I should
bo unworthy the name of woman if I
did not aid his escape.”
She turned t-' me, her eyes eager.
“T'jm, you must do just as I say.”
CHAPTER XIX.
F — ff
The Lady Chooses.
She came across toward ms, her
back to the others, and sroke swiftly,
yot in a low voice which did not carry
to their ears.
“There is only one way possible for
you to pass out of this building and
through the camp safely. There are
guards everywhere, and the orders
are very strict; but I think we can go
together. I know the countersign—
Captain Fox is officer of the day, and
trusted me with it. If—if you only
had a uniform! Where is the one you
wore ?”
“My trip through the chimney left
that in rags,” I answered, impressed
by her earnestness, and getting my
wits together.
Site glanced about the walls of the
room, a frown between her eyes.
“Then we must Wage from the en
emy,” wdth a little, nerve us laugh.
"Yeu would never pass the sentry in
the corridor wearing that suit. You
will have to take the lieutenant’s coat
and cap. Be quick about it—and—and
you need not be particularly gentle on
my account."
“Nor on my own, cither—Fox In
formed me of what he told you.”
I was not long about the job. nor
did Raymond make any resistance to
the exchange forced upon him. L.took
no chances, binding him with greater
care than before, and fitting a gag into
his mouth to silence any possible cry
for help. Ncreen stood close to the
door, apparently listening fc-r some
noise without, yet occasionally direct
ing her glance toward us anxiously.
“Are you ready?" she asked In a low
w'hisper.
"Yes; but tell me your plan. I need
to know what character I atn to en
act—Raymond ?”
"Not at first; not in the hall. That
would be list less, as there is a light
burning. Listen," and she grasped my
sleeve in both hands in her eagerness
to explain. "There is a sentry sta
tioned outside this door—the colonel’s
orderly, 1 presume, but fully armed,
and two others at the front entrance.
These are twenty or thirty feet away,
and out of sight from this door. 1 am
not particularly afraid of passing
them.”
“It’s the fellow stationed her'?"
“Yes; he will be suspicious of a
stranger coming out with mo, for he
lias seen everyone wh came in.”
“There is only one course to pur
sue, then. Wo must trust to force,
and a quick assault which will give
the fellow no time to raise an alarm.
You go out alone, tearing the dorr
slightly ajar and etigag- him in con
versati n. Did 1: ■> appear t" be genial
when you met him before?”
“Yes, rather eager to talk—a young
man.”
“Good; then y^u can gain his atten
tion fi r a inrir. nt. Stand s.. that his
back will be to the door."
“You arc n t g lug to kill him?’’
“There will he n . necessity; once I
pet my grip the affair will be over—
you understand?”
Her lips were firmly set, her eyes
gravely earnest, the light fell full
on her face. I could not refrain from
touching her hand.
"You will let me thank you!"
“Please do not speak of that—every
moment now means so much. Yes, I
understand perfectly; shall 1 go now?”
I nodded. Drawing slightly back be
hind the door, I thrust both revolvers
Into the belt I had retained; this was
to be an affair of bare hands—swift,
merciless, noiseless.
She grasped the latch, lifted her
eyes to mine for a bare instant, then
stepped out into the hall, her lips smil
ing, as she paused a moment to glance
backward Into the room.
“Very well, colonel; I shall certainly
take her your message," she said
gayly, "and I thank you so much.”
Her fingers released the latch, leav
ing the door standing ajar.
“Oh, sentry,” she said pleasantly,
but with guarded voice, “I know It is
perfectly ridiculous, but a strand of
hair has become entangled in this
clasp. Would you kindly see if you
can free It?”
"Certainly, miss."
1 heard him sot down his musket
against the wall, and step forward.
“On the other side,” she suggested.
“If you turn this way you will get the
She Stepped Back a» I Gripped Him.
benefit of (lie light; It. 1b caught in
those crossed sabers. 1 think.”
She stepped back as 1 gripped him,
steadying the musket to keep it from
being jarred to tlie floor, A gasp, and
one convulsive effort to break loose;
but with the first Jerk backward 1 had
him off his feet, helpless, my arm cir
cling his throat, holding him in a vise.
I dragged him forward through the
doer, and flung him to the floor fac®
downward.
"Not a cry. soil,” I cimmanded
sternly. ‘‘I'll not shoot unless I have
to. Hand me the rep® cord in that
upper desk drawer, Noreen; yes.
that's it. Now, Jack, put your hands
behind ycu! Rather a surprise party,
wasn’t it?”
The fellow stared up at me, and
gTinned.
iou sure did put it over me that
time,'' he admitted, a touch of genuine
admiration in his voice. "Who are
ytv, nay I ask?"
"The spy you fellows planned to
hang in the morning." I answered,
amused by his unexpected good hu
mor. “Sorry, Jack, but I’ll have to
gag you.”
"The pleasure is mine; don't men
tion it,” and he winked facetiously,
with a n-^d of his head toward tho
heavily breathing colonel. I hound a
bit of mg over his meuth, mere to
give him an excuse for silence than
because I had any fear he would raise
an alarm. Noreen had silently t_petted
the door, and slipped out into the cor
ridor. With a swift glance over the
three helpless men left behind, I
Joined her, and tightly closed the door.
The light of the distant lamp revealed
her face, but her eyes were serious.
"Bettor leave the musket leaning
against the wall," I whispered, noting
she still grasped the weapon. "It will
only arouse suspicion. There are two
guards at the front entrance?"
“Yes,” she answered swiftly, “and
you had better give the word. If they
stop you and ask any questions, give
them any name you please—only you
came with dispatches from General
Ramsay two hours ago. and have been
with C-lcnel Plrkney ever since. If
is lrss than an hour since the guard
was relieved, for Captain F >x left me,
in order to make the rounds, and
these men will not know. You tinder,
stand ?"
"Perfectly. And ths countersign?"
"Kanawha.”
I hesitated, and her eyes flashed
Into mine.
“I will go als;.” site said simply,
"for I can guide y< u through tits camp.
Draw the cap visor lower down over
your eyes—w© may meet with seme'
one whj saw you hr tight In as a pris
oner. That is better; urw we will
chat as we go—about—about West
Point D' you remember, lieutenant,
that last cadet dance? Captain Fcx
tells me—”
Wo turned the corner into th'> wide
entrance hall, str-dllng slowly sie’e hy
side, her face turned upward to mine.
Apparently my eyes were upon her.
and 1 made some inane response tr»
her words, yet 1 saw the sentries at
the doer come sHfilv tr. attention, and
then cross their musket barrels to hnr
cur exit. 1 halted as though in sur
prise.
CONTINUED IN NEXT ISSUE.
We print ladies’ calling cards.
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