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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Confederate R^rppsnt
Wyatt of the Staunton artillery is sent
as a spy to his native county on the Green
Briar by General Jackson.
^ HAPTER II—Wyatt meets a moun
taineer named Jem Taylor, with whom he
Tides to a house beyond Hot Springs.
CHAPTER ITT—In the house Wyatt ami
Jay lor meet Major Harwood, father of
Noreen and an old neighbor of Wyatt,
hvho is sent to bed while the two oihoi
men talk. \\ yatt becomes suspicious, am
finds that Taylor has murdered Harwood
and escaped.
TV—Wyatt changes to the
S. cavalry uniform he has with hirn
and rides away in the night, running in;*
a detachment of Federal cavalry, t
whom he identifies himself as Lieutenan
Raymond, Third U. S. cavalry, by mean.
of papers with which he has bon pr<.
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 Noreer
Harwood alone In her home. She does
rfc,c°8nize him, and he Introduces him
fcelf 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 A use Cowan, who proposes
to marry Noreen at once, and so quiet
title to the land In dispute between the
Cowans and Noreen’a 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 fails to find the hid
den couple. Wyatt tells Noreen who he is.
CHAPTER XI—Wyatt and Korean re
turn to the second floor and await the
next move of the gang, forcing the
preacher to silence.
CHAPTER XII.
A Marriage by Duress.
Daylight was coming; the gang
meant to search the house again, per
haps fire it as they had the stable,
and then ride away before the Federal
garrison at Lewisburg could receive
the alarm. I turned away from the
window to perceive Nichols sitting up
on the edge of the bed.
"What’s afire?” he asked.
"The stable,” I answered, crossing
the room. "Get down in tiie corner,
where you cannot be seen from the
windows Oh, yes you can; you are
not so badly hurt. Miss Noreen, is
there any other place better than this
in which to hide?”
She shook her head.
"Well, then we must fight it out
here if they come; you have your re
volver—ah! the squad is already be
low; listen!”
We stood side by side, scarcely
breathing, close to the bolted door.
The flames of the burning stable were
dying down, yet there was sufficient
light to render every object in the
room plainly visible. Intent as I was
on every slight sound below and with
out, I kept my eyes on Nichols, seated
dejectedly in one corner. Feet tramped
noisily back and forth in the lower
hall, and the sound of voices reached
us, tiie words indistinguishable There
■was an echo of splintered wood, the
crash of dishes, and a loud laugh. The
fellows seemed to be looting tiie kitch- |
en and pantry, destroying whatever j
they could not use. Suddenly there
arose a sound of smashing glass at the
front of the house, and the tinkling of
a piano as if some rough hand swept
across the keys. Noreen pressed
closer, lifting her, eyes in appeal.
“They—they are searching the
house,” she whispered, her voice shak
ing, "and—looting it. Do you hear
that? They are even tearing the car
pet from the floor. Some of them will
come up here.”
"I am afraid so—but you must not
lose your nerve. We shall have to
fight!”
“Fight? yes; but what use?” and
she grasped my arm with both hands.
"1—I would not be so afraid, only for
that man. I cannot fall into his power.
1 will kill myself first! You do not
know Anse Cowan; but I do. I would
rather die than have his hands touch
me. 1 hate and despise him; he is an
Incarnate brute—and—and he is here
after me!”
“Hush,” I urged, holding her tightly,
her slight form trembling. “Do not let
go yet: they may not even come up
the stairs ”
“But they will,” she insisted. “I tell
you I know the man. He—he swore
he would marry me two years ago; he
told me so, ana I laughed af him. He
stopped my father on the road, held a
rifle to his head, and boasted that some
day he would make me pay his debts.
This is no mere incident of war—it is
revenge! I—I would not be frightened
but for that—that awful alternative.
Tell me—tell me what to do!”
She stared pleadingly into my face,
but, reading no answer there to her
wild appeal, sank to her knees, and
buried her face In her hands. All that
was strong about the girl seemed
gwept away by sudden uncontrollable
t( rror—by dread of Anse Cowan. A
hoarse, strange voice roared out an
order, seemingly from the very foot of
the stairs.
_ "That’s enough of that, Samuels!
Here, take your men up above. Br
lively now, and don't let a rat get
away.”
The girl lifted her head; then got to
her feet, clinging to the bedpost. 1
could see the glitter of a pistol in her
hand A thought swept through my
brain—so daring, so reckless. 1 gasped
at the mere wildness of the sugges
tion. Vet it might answer; it might
succeed! But would she consent; even
in her desperation, in the extreme of
her terror, would she grasp at such a
straw ? There was nothing else—not
another chance. This might not be
one—yet it would surely serve to de
lay; it would place me in between
her and Anse Cowan. She could not
legally marry him, if she were ohee my
wife! Only the girl whose eyes just
then met mine—
' I I have thought of one way,” I
said eagerly, the words coming forth
ilmost incoherent. "That is if you will
listen to what I propose. There is
nothing else feasible so far as I can
see. They—they are in the front
rooms now—hear them’ We haven’t
a moment to lose Will you will you
consent to marry me?”
She shrank back a step, staring at
me with wide-opened eyes, breathing
heavily.
"Marry! marry you?” she faltered
wildly. “Why what can you mean! I
—I do not understand!”
"Of course not—the conception Is
wild. Impractical, perhaps. It must
3eem so to you—yet listen. It is the
one way left open to save you trom
Anse Cowan. You can trust me? You
do trust me, do you not?”
"Ye-es—but—”
"This is no time to Question. They
ore coming here now, those fellows
with Anse Cowan at their head Tou '
Itaow what for. The question la nnt
do you wish to marry me; but do you
trust me more than you do Anse Cow
an? Listen! it will be a form only—1
nn not conceited enough to be lieve you
desire me for your husband. But you
know who I am; you have confidence
in my honor, lit cannot marry you
if you are already my wife—”
“He—he could kill you.”
"Yes, there are enough of them;
but that might happen anyway No
doubt It would, for otherwise 1 Bhould
fight to the end. 1 do not think being
your husband will add in the least to
my danger—and it will possibly, le
gally, protect you.”
“But how can I? Will it be legal?”
“Noreen, don’t stop to argue, or
doubt.” I urged, grasping her hand in
eagerness. “We haven’t time. Listen
to these voices in the hall! Of course
it will be legal -Nichols is an ordained
minister, and no license is required I
shall never attempt to hold you,
Noreen, and any court will sot you
free the moment you toll the story.
The one, the only thing, for you to con
sider now, is escape from Anse Cow
an.”
"You do this to—to save me?”
"To keep you from falling helpless
ly into tlio clutches of a beast- teli me
yes! My Cod, girl, there they are now
trying the door! Answer—will you?”
“Yes—yes, Tom Wyatt—”
With one leap past her I had Nich
ols by the collar, the muzzle of my re
volver at his head. A heavy foot
crashed against the locked door, and a
voice without gave utterance to an
oath.
“Marry me to this girl,” 1 command
ed sternly. “Come now, not a word;
don't wait to ask a question. Noreen,
take my hand—”
"Open up in there or we’ll break
down the door!” came hoarsely from
the hallway.
My eyes never loft Nichols’ face.
What he read of threat I know' not.,
but his lips began to stumble through
tho form, though I could scarcely dis
tinguish a word. His face was gray
with terror, and T dared not look aside
at the silent girl—only I vaguely
realized that the hand held in mine
trembled, and once, when she had to
speak, the two words uttered were al
most a scii.
Never surely was there a stranger
marriage in all the world. The dying
embers of the stable fire shot red
gleams of fiaine over us through the
unshaded windows, giving Nichols a
ghastly look, and glowing on the steel
barrel of the revolver I held poised at
his head His voice faltered at.d broke,
and clotted blood rendered hideous one
side of his face, while his hands shook
as if with palsy. All the sneaking
coward in him was manifest. Outside
a dozen voices roared, one rising grufl
above the others shouting orders. Once
a single shot crashed through the up
per panel of the door and broke the
glass of a window opposite. The girl,
startled, reeled against me, and the
preacher stopped. gasping for breath.
"No firing, you fool!” roared a deep
voice angrily. “We don’t w*ant any1 dead
ones—teat down the door!"
“Go on!” 1 ordered grimly, and
thrust the black muzzle hard against
his cheek. The preacher choked, but
the usual words of the ritual—sound
ing almost like mockery dropped me
chanically from his tongue.
“And now 1 pronounce you man and
wife, and whom Uod hath joined to
gother, let not man put asunder.
Amen.”
She gave vent to a little sobbing
cry, half stifled in her throat, and
shfank away from me. I knew that
her face w as buried in her hands, yet
had r.o time to look that way, or utter
a word. Rifle butts were crashing in
the panels of the door; I could per
ceive already dim figures revealed
through the jagged openings made in
the light wood, a vista of faces, a
gleam of weapons.
“Hit lt'wer down!” yelled the same
gruff voice of command. “There is a
bolt that holds fast—reach in, Saun
ders!”
‘‘Get back—beyond the bed," I
called, pushing her behind me, and
bracing myself for the first shock.
The door gave, sagging aside on its
hinges, and half falling inward, and
through the opening men tumbled for
ward, carbines gripped in their hands.
The red light gleamed ghastly across
their faces and revealed—the blue uni
form of Federal cavalry.
CHAPTER XIII.
Before Lieutenant Raymond.
The headlong rush stopped in star
tled amazement at Eight of us. and 1
stood there staring at them, unable tc
speak, my revolver lowered, in that
instant of pause, an officer thrust the
men aside and faced me, sword in
hand.
"What does this mean, sir? Who
ars you?" he questioned, sweeping his
glanct; over my uniform, and then be
yond me at the two others.
“I would ask the same question," I
returned, not yet assured as to whom I
confronted, and suspecting some trick.
"We believed ourselves attacked by
guerrillas. Are you soldiers?”
“Well, rather,” with a short, grim
laugh. “These are Pennsylvania cav
alrymen My name is Raymond, and
I demand to know, first of all, where
you got possession of that Third U. S.
cavalry uniform.”
Perhaps in his excitement he had
not really recognized her before; but
these words were scarcely out of his
mouth when the lady stood beside me,
facing him. I caught one swift Hash
of her eyes as though warning me to
silence. Whatever fear she had for
merly felt seemed to have left her in
this crisis, for she stood erect, her
cheeks flushed, her eyes frankly meet
ing those of the surprised officer.
“You will, however, recognize me,
lieutenant,” she said pleasantly, and
extended her hand, “and if you will
listen 1 think 1 can clear up the mys
tery.”
“.Miss—Miss Harwood," he mur
mured, slightly embarrassed, but still
belligerent, his glance wandering
from her face to mine. “Certainly—
we hoped to find you here. It was to
rescue you we came—at least it was
that hope which led me to request the
sending of troops, and to accompany
them. This outrage has beer, commit
ted, I believe, by Cowan's gang, and
this man here—”
“Is my friend,” she interrupted
quietly. “Lieutenant Raymond, if
you will kindly erder your men to re
tire 1 will gladly explain his presence
in the house.”
“You wish to speak to me alone?”
“Not necessarily; but I certainly
prefer greater privacy than this. You
are In command?”
“No; Captain Whitlock Is below."
lie turned toward the crowd blocking
the doorway and I grasped the oppor
tunity to breathe a hasty word of
warning into the ear of Nichols. The
girl never glanced again at either of
us.
“Take the men back into the hall,
sergeant,” the lieutenant ordered,
“and look through whatever rooms
have not been visited. Request Cap
tain Whitlock to join me here.”
We waited motionless, the lieuten
ant's hand on the butt of his revolver,
as though he half suspicioned treach
ery. Twice he endeavored to open
conversation with the lady, but her
response was not encouraging, and he
evidently did not feel safe except with
his eyes on me. Raymond fronted me,
a tall, well proportioned fellow, w ith
incipient mustache, black and curled
at the points; a rather long face, and
eyes sternly serious. There was about
him an appearance of force—a bit of
a bully 1 should say—and his uniform
was new, and carefully fitted.
A man stood in the doorway, bow
ing, his mild blue eyes surveying us
nervously, lie sported a light beard,
closely trimmed, the top of his head
scarcely reaching to the lieutenant’s
shoulder. Miss Noreen greeted him
with a welcoming smile, and he
stepped gallantly forward, bending low
as he accepted her hand.
“So pleased, so delighted. Miss Har
wood, tc find you safe and well. We
were, indeed, greatly worried at the
thought of your being here alone,”
he exclaimed, a slight lisp in his
voice. "You have not suffered, I
trust?”
"Not seriously. Captain Whitlock;
the guerrillas were outwitted ”
“Ah! do not attempt to explain, 1
beg. We understand what you have
passed through, as we have captured
two of the villains You sent for rue,
Lieutenant Raymond?”
“Yes, sir, 1 did." the young officer's
expression exhibiting clearly the con
tempt he felt for his superior. "I pre
ferred that you decide what shall be
done with this fellow,” pointing at
finger at me. “Miss Harwood vouches
for him. but l fail to understand how
regiment.”
The captain fitted a pair of glasses
to his eyes and surveyed me with
care.
- “Wh& bless me, so he is,” he ejacu
lated, "and you nsver saw him be
fore?"
"No, and there is not another Third
U. S. cavalryman west of the Al
leghenies."
The girl laughed and laid her hand
cn Whitlock's arm.
“1 told Lieutenant Raymond that I
would explain fully," she said, pre
i n i i i i .i i * , i
ur__j
“And New I Pronounce You Man and
Wife.”
tending to be amused. If it is the uni
form my friend wears, 1 must assume
all responsibility, as 1 furnished it.”
"You!” there was a sarcastic sneer
In the lieutenant's surprised exclama
tion. “Why should you have in your
possession a uniform of the Third Reg
ulars?”
“I did not,” she answered sweetly,
but looking at Whitlock. “That uni
form belonged to my cousin, an offi
cer of the Third Kentucky.”
Raymond uttered a smothered ex
pression. stared an instant at her
slightly averted face. ar>d then, with
one stride forward, swung me to the
light.
'See here. Captain Whitlock,” ho
exclaimed indignantly, “1 cannot con
ceive what object Miss Harwood may
have in desiring to protect this man
but this is not the uniform of any vol
unteer regimen '
‘T»o I understand, lieutenant, that
you dare question my word?” she
asked proudly, her eyes gazing
straight into his. “1 am unaccustomed
Bir, to such treatment.”
"Wait a moment, Raymond,” broke
in the captain. “There is no doubt ot
Miss Harwood’s loyalty. Let us hear
her explanation first. You say, Miss
Harwood, you know this man? that he
is a friend? May I ask his name?”
“Surely; I only desire an oppor
tunity to answer any question. He is
Thomas Wyatt, the son of the late
Judge Wyatt, whose home was on the
ridge yonder. We were children to
gethcr.”
“A rebel?”
“Really, I never thought to ask,"
carelessly. “I was too glad to have
his protection. We—we spoke only of
our childhood days together, still I
gathered the impression that Mr
Wyatt had never joined either side
and was merely here to look after his
property. Of course he can explain
all that.”
"But how came lie to be dressed in
that uniform?” burst in Raymond.
“Will you be courteous enough to
permit me to tell you? 1 have endeav
ored twice already to fully explain.
-Mr. Wyatt came here in the midst of
the storm last night. He had found
his own home destroyed, and this was
the nearest shelter to be found. He
supposed the house deserted, and
merely sought protection until morn
ing. How I chanced to be here you
gentlemen both know, and that mat
ter requires no explanation. Mr. Wyatt
arrived with his clotMng muddy, and
soaked with rain. 1 gave him the
only change to be found in the house
—a uniform belonging originally to a
cousin of mine. Lieutenant Anton
Harwood, Third Kentucky cavalry."
“But this is not the uniform worn
by volunteer troops. Captain Whit
lock, 1 insist—”
"Really, Lieutenant Raymond,” the
girl said, fronting him, her eyes
sparkling, “this is becoming most tire
some. What do I care what uniform it
is! I have told you where it came
from, how it chanced to be there, and
tho reason it was worn by this man
1 cannot bo expected to know all the
petty distinctions of the service.”
"But surely.” spoke up tho captain,
plainly bewildered, “the suit he wore
when he came can be produced. You
know where that is?"
“1 know where it was,” she an
swered coolly. “Hanging before the
fireplace in tho dining room. How
ever 1 cannot guarantee that it re
mains there now--this housp has been
gutted by Cowan's guerrillas, and.;
from the sound, your ow n men werej
none too careful."
Whitlock fiddled with the tassel ol i
his sword, evidently far from satisfied
himself, yet unwilling to make final
decision unaided..
“I hardly know just what to do," lie
confessed reluctantly. "Ordinarily,
you know, a lady’s word would be suf
ficient. hut somehow, 1 1 well, this
looks just a little queer. What do
you think, lieutenant?"
"That the fellow (Might to ho taken
before Major Hawes and made to ex
plain what purpose brought him here.
I have no desire to question Miss
Jlarwood: indeed. I am perfectly will
/
ing to accept her statement. But this
man is not a civilian—he is a soldier;
he has had military training. He
should be made to account for him
self, sir.” The speaker's eyes fell
upon the preacher, huddled back in
the corner, now clearly revealed by
the gray daylight which was stealing
in through the windows. "Hullo! here
seems to be yet another specimen we
have overlooked. Who are you?”
Nichols shuffled forward, looking
woebegone and miserable, his cheek
disfigured by Cowan’s blow, sneak
and coward written all over him. His
sh'fting eyes met mine, and he must
have read in my gaze a threat he dare
not ignore. Twice his mouth opened
and closed before he could make
words issue.
"One cf Cowan’s gang?”
"God be praised—no. Made to serve
that human fiend by force. 1 am a
minister cf the Gospel.”
"You!” The lieutenant broke into
a laugh. "Hy Jove, you fit the part.
Whitlock, did you ever hear of the
fellow ?"
The captain rubbed his glasses.
"Are you the Baptist preacher at
Cane Ridge?” he asked doubtfully.
“For twenty years I have minis
tered to that congregation; the young
woman can vouch for my labor.”
“Then, I presume you are also sc
quainted with this fellow ?” ques
tione-d Raymond impatiently.
Nichols turned his glance again in
my direction, but his gray face was
devoid of interest.
"I have no knowledge of the young
man,” be asserted solemnly, "but I
knew the old judge well. The rosem
blance is strong, and I have no doubt
but he is a son. The father was a
Christian and a gentleman.”
“And a rebel, I presume?”
“Judge Wyatt died before the break
ing out of the war, sir, but was known
throughout these parts as a Unionist."
There was.a silent pause. Whitlock
fumbling at his eyeglasses, Raymond,
a perplexed frown on his face, staring
first at Nichols and then at me, as
though more than half convinced he
was being made a fool of. The girl
had seated herself in a chair, and was
leaning forward, her face hidden. The
lieutenant turned and strode across
the rcom, glancing out the window;
then back again.
“Well, we cannot remain here dis
cussing the matter.” he said tartly. “If
we do we may have a real fight cn our
hands before we are safely back in
Lewisburg.” He planted himselt
squarely in front of me. “See here,
it is time you did some talking You
haven’t opened your mouth yet.”
"There has been no occasion,” I re
plied pleasantly. "The others have
told all you need to know without my
even being questioned.”
"1 have a mind to search you," he
retorted, completely losing his temper.
“At your pleasure, lieutenant,” I
spoke coldly enough, although there
was a catch in my throat at sudden
memory cf the paper I b re contain
ing his name. "And there Is no guess
ing what you might find in Lieutenant
Harwood's uniform.”
We were still looking defiantly at
each other's eyes when a trooper ap
peared in the open doorway, saluted,
arid said something in a low tone to
Whitlock. 1 failed to catch the words
spoken, but heard the captain answer:
"Certainly, corporal, have him come
up at once.”
The soldier disappeared down the
hall, and the lieutenant stepped
back across the room, bending his
head to whisper something privately
into Whitlock’s ear. My eyes fol
lowed his movement, and then sought
the face of the girl; she sat motion
less, the long lashes shading her eyes,
the only visible sign of excitement
‘‘I Demand to Know Where You Got
That Third United States Cavalry
U niform."
thp swift riso and fall of her bosom.
Thrn a man cams hastily into the
room through the opened door. My
heart leaped into my throat, at sight
of him—he was Captain Fox.
CHAPTER XIV. i
A Prisoner.
The captain was hatless, and a
bloody handkerchief was wound about
his head; his uniform was torn and
black with mud. He saw Whitlock
first, and gripped his hand warmly, his
glance straying from the face of the
little captain to tiie other occupants
of the room.
"Clad, but U ig good to see_ a blue
I
Uniform again," he exclaimed heartily.
I "What was the row here, Fred—some
guerrilla work? Ah! by Jove!” his
eyes brightening aa he recognized me.
“Raymond, I am glad to zee you
again," and he strode forward, his lips
smiling, his hand held out. "Old Ned
9.wore to me you were dead, but the
sergeant said you got away at the
first rush. Not even a scratch—
hey—?"
"Just a moment, please,” and the in
terested lieutenant interrupted him fey
a hand on the shoulder. “I believe we
have never met before, but I pre
sume you are Captain Fox?”
I The latter turned, a trifle indignant
at the other's manner.
! "I am; what of it?"
"Only I am naturally somewhat in
terested in your identification of this
fellow. To us he has claimed the
name of Wyatt, but you address him
as Raymond. What Raymond did he
represent himself to be?”
Fox stared about in surprise at the
faces surrounding him, scarcely able
to collect his scattered wits.
“Why,” he answered, as though half
in doubt of his own words, "Lieuten
ant Charles H. Raymond, Third cav
| airy, on recruiting service. 1—1 met
{ him at Hot Springs, and he showed
| me his papers. Isn’t—isn't he all
i right?”
"Well, you can draw your own con
| elusion,” returned the lieutenant, his
thin lips curled in a sneer, "for I am
Raymond. Third cavalry. This man is
a rehel spy.”
Escape was impossible; 1 knew that,
for I had considered the chances. Both
Whitlock and (he lieutenant—the lat
ter with revolver drawn—stood be
tw*en me and the windows. The hall
without was thronged with troopers,
and, although 1 might attain the open
door, that would be the end of it. I
saw Noreen rise to her feet, her star
tled face turned toward me, but 1 held
my ntrves firm, and managed to smile.
“1 expect the jig is up. gentlemen,"’
1 acknowledged quietly, determined
they should get as little comfort out
of me as possible. "1 know when I
have played my last card.”
“Is your name really Wyatt?"
“It is; 1 am a sergeant in the Staun
ton horse artillery.”
Raymond glanced from my face to
where she stood, white-lipped and
silent.
"There is nothing else between
you?” he asked roughly. "Do you
mean to say—”
"I hardly think, lieutenant,” broke
in Whitlock, suddenly realizing hi«
authority, “it is necessary to ask such
questions now. The man confessem
himself a spy, and a court-martial wilt
probe Into this matter. We must re
member the young lady is the daugh
ter of Major Ilarwood.”
"And as Major Harwood's daugh
ter," Bhe said gravely, standing be
fore me, "1 desire to be heard, and to
I answer this gentleman’s question, f
sought to save Sergeant Wyatt be
cause of the special service he has
rendered me during the past night. I
knew nothing of his purpose here,
but—but I held him friend whatever-,
may be his uniform.”
The lieutenant bowed, hat In nand.
"I intended no criticism of your mo
tives, but a soldier must perform his
: dutv. Under whose orders are you
here. Wyatt?”
"I refuse to answer."
"No? Well. Ramsay will get a re
ply out of you!”
"I hardly think so, sir. You hang
spies, but do not torture them.”
"True enough,” and Whitlock stepped
to the door. "Sergeant, bring a file of
men, and take charge of this prisoner.
There la nothing to detain ua longer.
We have extra horses. Captain Fox;
and you will ride with us as far as
Lewisburg; Miss Harwood, I presume
you have no desire to remain here
alone—Indeed, I could not permit it.
Better bind the fellow’s hands, Har
per; search him first for weapons, and
whatever papers he may carry. Mount
him on that old artillery horse, and
wait for us."
Raymond watched the proceedings
carefully, taking my credentials as a •
Federal recruiting officer from the
hands of the sergeant, and reading
them over with a grim smile. 1 gave
small heed to the glance of sattsfac
tlon with which he regarded me, and
only ventured to look once toward the
girl, aa the soldiers roughly bound ray
hands. She had turned away, and war
staring out of the open window. 1
marched out into the hall closely sur
rounded by the guard, my thought leer
concerned with my own fate than with
her feeling toward me. Suddenly the
truth revealed itself to my mind that
I loved the woman I had bo atrangeiy
married.
CONTINUED IN NEXT ISSUE.
No. 666
This it a prescription prepared especially
for MALARIA or CHILLS A. FEVER.
Five or six doses will break any case, and
if taken then as a tonic the Fever will not
return. It acts on the liver better than
Calomel and does not gripe or sicken. 25c .
Notice.
The Union Saw Mill Company
will pay $50.00 as a reward to any
one. not in its employ, who will fur
nish information from which any
terson shall be convicted of depre
cating or trespassing upon the tim-\
her of said Company.
This 1st, day of February, 1906.
Union Saw Miil Co.
By F. W. Scott,
Secy, and Treas