Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1875-04-12
Meade'S Scout.

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gle horseman might have been seen rid
ing along the turnpike few miles west
of Charlottesville.
He was apparently about fifty or six
ty years of age, large, powerful frame,
bold, open cOuntenance, and possessed
of daring, restless eye. His attire be-
ing semi-military and semi-citizen. it
would be hard to determine to which of
the opposing parties he belonged.
He wore the blue cap of the Yankees,
the gray blouse of the Confederates. and
the remainder of his apparel was that of
an ordinary citizen.
His horse. large, powerful bay.
swept along with an easy and rapid pace.
By making an abrupt turn to the left.
he left the main road, and entering the
bride path, was soon in dense forest.
The sun had already gone down. when
he emerged from the forest, and riding
up to large farmhouse, asked for lodg-
ings for the night.
The farmer, who was perfect South
ern Fire Eater. eyed hin a moment sus-
piciOusly. and then in multifarious tone
said:
Well, yes, ] reckon. stranger. as you
might stay though the country be so
torn up that one can't tell who to take
In Who are you anyway
Simply weary, benighted traveller,
who will go with the morning dawn
The traitOrous looking farmer called
to a negro who was near, and babe him
put the travellers horse in the barn. The
stranger accompanied him, and had the
horse put in the stall nearest the door,
with the saddle on.
'Deblish strange, muttered the negro.
Must be afeared some ones comm to
gobble him up
AS soon as the negro had a chance to
speak privately with his master, he in
formed him of the manner he had left
the horse at the stable
III watch him, Jack, and you remain
handy. for suspect he is Meade's Scout,
Glorcus. Ii it should be, | want you to
90 to the forest after Hawkers.'
The negro's eyes sparkled greedily as
he replied:
'GOlly, Marse, only find dat out, and
I'm off to de woods in no time
During this short conversation, the
subject of 1t was in the sitting room
quietly smoking a short, black pipe
while he seemed buried in thought HI
had unbuckled his sabre and leaned i
against the chair, but his pistols wer'
yet in his belt
His blue cap was placed on his knee
and his iron gray hair fell in prOfusiOn
while his keen, restless eyes were con
stantly in motion. As he sat there h
looked what he really was-a desperat
} character
His reverie was at length broken b
the entrance of pretty black eyed CIR
who announced supper.
| Very glad said the stranger. Il
fact l am very hungry, Miss. Wha
5 may l call you :?
!, Della.
e Della? A very pretty name. 10
, are the gentleman's daughter
No, sir
: His niece, then p
: No. sir
II A relative then. anyway
d i think no relation at all. | am SIN
ply an orphan girl-Delia DOran, who
g Mr.. Biswick had taken to raise; b.
) supper is waiting
The stranger started up at the sOuI
u of the name, bent keen glance on q
y girl. but said not word
The farmer, his foster daughter al
& the stranger were only occupants of {
e supper table.
IA Mr.. Biswick being somewhat talkati1
ID intimated that the fair girl was not
ne child, but the daughter of a scamp W
had deserted her at her mothers deaf
10 gone to California, and he had kept b
= merely out of gratitude.
t The stranger at that seemed almost
W strangIe. as the farmer still cOntinu
o to degrade the girl.
He raised his hand to brush &C
y sweat from his brow. as he did So
N small slip of paper fell from his blOr
ke pocket to the floor.
en- 1t was unnoticed BY any save ]
Ie- Biswick.
When supper was over they all ar
-, AfOu thc baOics SAu tAS pA0A1CA PoSo'
Il; around adrOitly slipped the note into
ey pocket.
tn Conducting the stranger to the sltti
'ur room he left him. and going into ?
81 vate room lit candle, and glanced
vat the note. II was brief. as follows:
Forward to the front, Gloreus-'
GIN. MEADE
on .Ho, hOl / know him now, chuck
old the farmer. He is Glorcus. the fam
he scout. There's a reward for him an
u am . fool if l don't get it.
,on At signal the negro entered
as 1T is as l expected. Jake, he is Mea