The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-07-05

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swercd Kato.
The horses wcro saddlcd, and
tho officers woro soon on their
way. Kate watched. them till
they were out Of sight, and then
she prepared for her pcrilous jour
ney. Sho threw shawl over her
head and wont to tho stable. Her
fleet footed horse neighed rs sho
entered, and sho patted him on
the head and said
"Well, notlo Sclim, you must
carry mo safely through tonight,
for if you do not Greene will be
destroyed"
The animal seemed to under
stand hor, for he gave low whin-
ny.
Our heroine saddlcd Solim, led
him from tho stable, and was soon
riding towards Greone's camp,
which was eight miles distant.
She rode swiftly, for she wanted
to reach her destination in time TO
let her patriot general form his
mon to meet tho assault. The
British pickots wcro four miles
distant, and she would be COM
pclled to pass through their lines ;
but as shc was now in possession
Of the countersign sho did not fear
She result.
Soon Kate saw the pickct's bay
onct CLEAN in tho moonlight, and
heard him cry out:
"Who goes there ?"
GA friend, with tho counter
sign"
She approached tho picket and
whispered
"England |"
Call right; pass on. But stopl'
cried tho picket, as he caught q
glimpse Of her face.
Kato stopped her horse, and
laid her hand on q pistol. The
picket approached and said:
"Is that you, Miss Heath ?"
"It is, Guy" returned Kato, for
she recognized the soldier to be
Guy Jackson, who had often Wis
ltcu their mousse.
"Whcre arc you going tonight,
Miss Kate 2" he asked.
"To SEQ Mrs. Blake she IS very
sick"
"Just like you, Miss Kntc-al-
ways visiting the sick; you arc a
ministcring angel" said tho haugh-
ty Briton. 49,.
"Thanls you for the compliment,
Guy. But l must be going. Good
night" And Kate was again on
her journey, while tho picket re,
turned to his post.
She had to pass four miles yet
ere she would be safe, 80 she urged
on her stccd. Before she had gone
II hundred yards from Guy Jack
son, dozen mounted Britons rode
furiously up to the picket, and
thcir leader cried out:
"Did any person pass this post
q short time since p
ayes, sir" was tho picllot's re-
ply.
"Do you know who it was ?"
II do; it was Miss Heath"
"IIad she tho countorsign, sir ?"
"She had"
"I fear sho is safe. Forward,
men If she escapes, Grccnc is
saved. A hundred golden guincas
and q commission to tho man who
catches her." cried tho leader OF
tho band, rs they dashed after the
bravo girl, leaving the picket in a
state Of bcwildcrment.
Kate soon heard the sound of
hor pursuers, and she pushed on
faster. 1t was racc for life or
death. The British horses wcrc
frosh, while hcr's was beginning
to show signs Of fatigue.
"Forward, Selcm you must
take me to Grcenc's camp" said
Kate, to her horse.
But her enemies gained upon
her, and ono Of them seemed bent
on catching her, for no was somo
yards in advance Of his comrades.
Kate heard tho ominous tramp of
his horse and drew her pistol
Nearer ho camo until ho was at her
side, and then cried out:
Halt, you cursed rebel !"
Those we're his last words, for
Kate fired, and the bullet crashed
through his brain. The others
did not stop to look at their dead
comradc, but pressed on. They
ncarcd her again, and another
trooper received his doath wound.
Tho remainder halted, and q mo-
mont afterward Kate hoard tho
American picket cry out:
"Who goes thcro ?"
"Kato Hcath," cried our hero.
inc, rs sho dashed through the
line.
Tho soldier had raised his gun,
but when ho heard her name it
was lowered, and he answered:
"All right"
Tho American camp VAS reach
cd /; Kate throw hersolf from tho
saddle, and placed her faithful
horse in charge Of q soldier.
"Where is Greene's tcnt?"
"To the right there where you