Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-07-23
CLOSE QUARTERS.

years winch one sue Chllh - our ltJe
struggle for independence" and
the other stigmatizes as ''the rebellion. "
In a skirmish before Fredericksburg
| was taken prisoner, and was sent
North with a squad of fellow-misfor-
tunates to Point Lookout. Thence,
after while, number of us were
transferred to Fort Delaware. During
the journey while the train was rum
ming at slack speed, about fifteen miles
from Baltimore, l managed TO jump off
of it. took the leap literally in the
dark, not knowing where was going to
land, for it was growing dusk, and the
day was the I'd of February. There
was snow upon the ground, and slip
ped as / struck the track, rolling over
and over until brought up in a snow.
drift below a steep embankment, and
saw the lights of the receding engine
flashing around curve in the road. As
soon as could rally my wits, Igathered
myself up, and turned my face toward
Baltimore.
After walking few miles 1 saw the
hazy glow that hangs at night over q
large city. had never been in Mary
land. l had no friends and no ac-
quaintances there. 1 had no money,
and felt faint for want of food; but ]
knew that Baltimore was a sort Of out
work to the Southern Confederacy, and
that was likely to find aid and sympa.
thy amongst its women; while knew
likewise that had better steer clear oi
any men met, as most of those who
favored the Confederate cause had gone
already into the Southern army.
At Point Lookout had observed sev.
eral letters directed by some of our
prisoners to Miss Fanny Lewis, 184
Reade Street, Baltimore. As walked
on kept repeating this address Ovel
and over. had no idea who Miss Fan.
ny Lewis was, nor, for that matter, had
my friends at Point Lookout, though
they were in the habit of addressing
her, according to the prison etiquette
as "My Dear Cousin" They only
knew she was a charitable lady who
sent boxes of good food and cast-Of
clothing to the prisoners, while they il
return made rings for her out of theil
coat-buttons, and inlaid them with
mOther-of-pearl cut from their shir
studs.
l entered Baltimore toward the east
and presuming on the universally o.
that great law, Westward the course
of fashion takes its way" l walked OF
until l found myself, about haf-pas
nine o'clock in what seemed fashiona
BILE quarter of the city. Presently
reached a church-a Roman Catholic
church, 1 presumed, from the cross up
on its front-and l observed that severa
ladies who came out of it had prayer
books with gilt crosses in their hands
l knew well enough that the Roman
Catholic population of Baltimore wa
Southern TO 1OOnldn, and almost to {
man. followed these ladies, and con
trived to stop them without frightening
them. conclude they telt was gen
tleman by my address, and were no
influenced by the clothes philosophy. !,
asked them to tell me the way to Read,
Street. They gave me clear but brie
directions. l raised my hat and walked
on, striking the shadow whenever
could, and fearing the glance of a po
liceman. l made my way to Read
Street, and pulled the bell of 1S4. l
was a house standing in a garden /
little back from the street, and an ale,
ran along one side of the lot. An Irisl
servant girl answered my summons
That was a good omen. Irish servant
girls were all sympathizers in thei
way.
''Can I see Miss Fanny Lewis for
momentP"
"No; Miss Fanny's sent off-gon
away. The master is come home. May
be our other Miss Fanny would do 70
ye."
"Let me see her," 1 said.
She opened the door of a sort o
library or side sitting-room, turned u
the gas and left me there.
looked at my torn clothes, m
Drowned hands, my haggard face
and unshorn beard and hair; TO
there was a large mirror over the fire
place. AS 1 stood waiting, wonders
what impression should produce o
that other Miss Fanny when she came
Presently the door opened, A smal
blonde woman entered. She was abou
twenty-five, with very pleasant face
She looked as frightened as 1 felt my
self to be. Closing the door carefully
she came close up to me, without
word.
"Who are youp" she said, trembling
'Madam, /" 1 answered, 'I am Majo
Dangerfeld, of the Confederate service
/ know Miss Fanny Lewis to be a lad
very good to our poor fellows at POin
Lookout. know nobody in Baltimore
come to ask your advice and protec
ton" And l told her my story.
"Ohl" she cried, ''I am the wron
lady; you expected to see my sister-in
law. You have run yourself into tn
greatest danger. My husband, Col
Lewis, has justreceived staff appoint
ment here, under the MajOr-Genera
commanding in Baltimore. He doe
not allow me to have anything to d
with treason or disaffection. He is
Federal officer"
''I beg your pardon, madam, 1 sale
taking my hati 81 will go away {
once" r#
''No, no." she cried, wildly. runnin
10 the window as the bell rang. "It
too late; 1 hear my husband. That
him on horseback with his orderly. II
has only been in Baltimore few hour
and Fanny was sent away South befoI
he came. Go in there-quickl I" she at
ded, as a mans footsteps sounded in th
hall.
She opened an inner door, and ei
tered sort of large closet or store-roon
It had no window, but was lighted by
kind of fancy lattice-work at the top {
the partition that divided itfrom the 81
ing-room. Besides the door throug
which entered, it had two others.
softly tried them both, and found thel
fastened. The place was a sort of ant
room, now used as store closet. 1t ha
shelves in it, and trunks and pacldn
cases, broken articles Of furniture, line