The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1867-12-31


4 tiuel back and forth over the hoor.
paused before the street long enough
70 peer ont upon the passer-by, behold
ing in each the dreaded and now cx-
pocted detective At length he paused
half way in his tramp and looked at
jim.
Where do You propose 10 carry my
I daughterg
ANY where ont Of the rebel clutches
Into Grants lines, maybe II will take
money though, continued Jim, with
an eye to business.
VERY well; you shall be rewarded, .
and Vanhorn chinkod two gold eagles
into Jim's extended hand.
Lula was now ready, and when she
appeared in the costume Of eonfcdor-
ate conscript, she had indeed put of
the woman and put on the man. jim,
who was supposed to be atJatt on mat
ters Of disguise, pronounced the decep-
ton perfect, but declared there was
no time for the expenditure of much
admiration.
Come" " he said, and lead the way to
the door The next mement Lula, the
SPY, and her escort We're gene.
CHAPTER III.
Jim Hayes, alsas Cute jim, hurried
away with Lula towards the rendezvous
OF his clan, in the northern limits OF the
the CRY, near the old powder house.
The morning air was sharp and cut,
ting, and an old Yankee oyercoat, much
in vogue then among the Confederat,
soldiers, thrown across Lulas shoulders
served to conceal her too apparent
feminine gait. and the collar pulled up
and buckled under her chin was good
disguise for her too fair face, and, now
rosy cheeks from which the blood went
and came. y
As they walked hurridly forward
bracing their forms against the resis-
ting wind, Jim with his, sharp practised
eye, saw that the cost was not clear.
At every street corner almost, the
sun glanced upon the bayonets Of the
guards busy halting men in citizen as
well as soldier garb, and demanding
their passports. "Some thing was in
the wind, and Jim snufed it correctly,
Blamed if the dog catchers' are not out
he grdMlde, "and yonder's that con-
founded 'conscript hawk with hi@Aeye
upon us ready to pounce down"
Jim looked about him with all his wits
at work He had hoped to find a
friendly cab within call, into which h o
might land his charge and drive off
But not Jehu was in sight.
"Come ?" said Jim, tugging at Lula's
oyercoat eve must take to this alley
way. I've run the block too often to be
caught by grey eagle"
The pair turned into an alley, but
ran upon bayonet coming out The
bayonet was attached to musket, and
that impliment Of war was i'll the hands
Of a guardsman.
Halt" spoke the guardsfhan, and
the bayonet fell on line with the pair
confronted
Leave all to me, whispered jim
"Play sick hospital" And Cute Jim
telegraphed the balance to Lula by the
agency Of a wink.
"Your papers, sir, said the guard,
extending his hand, which hand Jim
grasped with hearty.
"Why, Hilloa, old fellow Mighty
glad to see you. Where are you sta
toned now, eh?"
q am stationed here at present, re-
piled the guard gruffly, and want to
sec your papers. So shell them out
quick, for its cold"
And the guard with his musket at
rest blew his mittenless fingers, and
stamped his feet while Jim produced
his wallet and fumbled amongst its pa
pers, taking care the guard should hear
the chink Of old Vanhorns gold.
"There is my passport" And Jim
passed to the guard bit Of paper sign
ed by the Confederate Secretary Of War.
exempting the bearer from military du-
ty, and the molestations Of guards, be-
cause engaged in the "secret service" Of
the Confederate States So the pass
port ran, and the man with the musket
finished its reading, and passed the pa
per back with satisfied call right.
"But how about this young man 2"
continued the musket man, turning to
Lula ANY papers, sir 2"
Cute Jim came to the rescue quick.
ooh, this fellow He's been sick
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