St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1862-04-24

self with the determination to accompany
Miss Buyno, en- this walk, and fud out
what the matter was.
But whcn a girl made of "spirit, FIRE,
and dew" like Hope Rayne, decides a
thing for herself, even the determination
Of 80 brave fellow. as Major 1hornly is
! quite inpotent against it. lie found it so.
! But what possessed the girl What
madness came over lcr in that hour?
+ As they emerged from the ante-room,
cloaked aud I'oodcd, she approached him
h"'di"g out her hand, saying in pleasant
tones, but oh ! so carelessIy Indifferent
Il will bid you gocd-by, Major Thorn
~; am, toing out OF town Tomorrow
morning, and your regiment may leave be
fore return"
This was precious lit Of acting! She
had no more idea OF staying twenty-tour
hours out Of town than she had of making
Il journey to the moon. But under all
that cool exterior Il fiery vein of thought
Was running. "Hc thinks like him, and
lie procains it to the public. Let the
public see how cool am p
So in this madness they parted she
sending forth her brllliancy in a strain of
| restless excitement which quite ovcrcamc
Lieutenant Wilmer he stunned and ST.
lent. und too careless Of the world ts heed
its observation.
So they partcd-she thought to meet
again within the week That night when
he arrived at his hotel tEelc was dis
patch awaiting him, ordering him to move
forward without DELAY. Ea yerly he pre-
! pared to obey it. Only last week what
tender regrets would have suddened this
news Now it was all that Was left him.
''Gloiy should be his mistress in future
Women were t'lse and fcklel Thus rca.
soning, he marched en at the head of his
troops in the early dawn of that morning.
In restless, broken slumbcr, Hope Boyne
hears the winding buyle sound, and, half
| adrcam, marvtls what it mea"s. And
while she dreams they march on and away
to !. battle and sudden death"
!: Itwas late when she came down that
nsnniny. .y"o late to drive to Maywuvd
and back we will put it off until to-n.or-
row, Kitty?' Kitty had been up betime<,
and read the newspaper: 50 she handed
the sheet to her cousin with her cup Of
coffee.
There it was in large type, the whole
startling information Of the late dispatch,
and the hurried departure at dawn.
No exclamation ESCAPED the readers
li!s. The pure, pale colorinS Of her face
mis- ht have whitenea, but it was scarcely
perccptiblc. Not :remor Of the mouth,
not Auttcr of the eyelids yet she felt
herself turning stone cold in that moment.
Ii Kitty Mills, sitting there opposite
! her, thought to discover the State Of her
feeling she was doomed to disappointment.
Too deep for tears, or sighs, or lamenta-
tions too deep for 'nscious coloring Or
futtcriny pulses was the regret, the re-
morse that instantly awokc to life When
beyond recall she realized what she had
lost, and how. She Saw with shver her
mad aud selfish folly, her insane PRIDE
A thousand acts of tcnuerness and manl-
ness returned upon her to prove how he
had forgotten the world for love of her,
while she had made it her tyrant. In this
retrospect her s'ul came down from its
naughty citadel aud sat in sackcloth and
ashes.
All this while she mechanically drank
her cntfce and went through the form of
a breakfast. All this while Kitty Mills
sat oprosits. watching her curiously. Kit.
ty Mills could little understand that. in
the solemn vigil Of this stricken soul, she
was utterly forgotten AID when her cous.
ms calm face turned away, She said to
herself: lice is not colder and harder than
Hope ; bayns's hears''
Major. Thornly sat writing in his tent
until u late hour the night before the rc.
counoissance at LcesburS. lie who Was
usually cheerful, almost gay, under the
most depressing or the most hazardous Of
undertakings, telt strangely oppressed on
tlis night. Memory after memory crowd.
ed upon him, aud lite seemed to wear new
glorics in the. shadow of death which
haunted him. He thought of Ellsworth
his clear presentiment-tte fall which fol-
lowed it. And though he smiled at his
thought and its suggestions, and strove
to attribute it to the hour and his imayi.
nation, yet h. found it impossible to shake
of, the solemn foreoodings that filled his
SOUL
At length he yielded to the mood suf
ficiently to indite several letters, to be de.
livercd in case he should never return
from tho Geld Of the morrow. Tender
letters Of tarevell, brave and simple aud
manly like the writer.
In the midst OF this occupation he opens