Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-07-22

WI out the leave o me.
Scottish Ballad.
I AM a Georgia gentleman, and served
the South during those four crucial
years which one side calls sour lat
struggle for independence ar
the other stigmatizes as ''the rebellion
In q skirmish before Fredericksb drg
] was taken prisoner, and was sent
North with a squad of fellow misfor-
Inmates to Point Lookout. Thence,
after while, a number of us were
transferred to,Fort Delaware. During
the journey while the train was run
ming at slack speed, about fifteen miles
from Baltimore, l managed to jump off
of it. l 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 l brought up in a snow
drift below steep embankment, and
saw the lights of the receding engine
flashing around a curve in the road. AS
soon as could rally my wits, gathered
myself up, and turned my face toward
Baltimore.
After walking a few miles I saw the
hazy glow that hangs at night over a
large city. [ had never been in Mary
land. / had no friends and no ac-
quaintances there. / had no money,
and felt faint for want of food; but
knew that Baltimore was 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 l had better steer clear of
any men met, as most of those who
favored the Confederate cause had gone
already into the Southern army.
At Point Lookout had observed sew
eral letters directed by some of our
prisoners to Miss Fanny Lewis, 1874
Reade Street, Baltimore. AS walked
on l kept repeating this address over
and over. I 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 s'My Dear Cousin.'' They only
knew she was a charitable lady who
sent boxes Of good food and cast-off
clothing to the prisoners, while they in
return made rings for her out of their
coat buttons, and inlaid them with
mother-of-pearl cut from their shirt
studs.
cHteTeu JOWdIu Ou0 0dSt,
and presuming on the universally of
of fashion takes it's way,'' I walked on
until I found myself, about half-past
nine O'Clock in what seemed fashiona-
BILE quarter of the city. Presently I
reached a church, Roman Catholic
church, presumed, from the cross up
on it's front-and observed that several
ladies who came out of it had prayer
books with gilt crosses in their hands.
] knew wen enough that the Roman
Catholic population of Baltimore was
Southern TO Wonsan, and almost to
man. l followed these ladies, and con-
trived to stop them without frightening
them. I conclude they telt was gem
tleman by my address, and were not
Influenced by the clothes philosophy. I
asked them to tell me the way to Reade
Street. They gave me clear but brief
directions. [ raised my hat and walked
on, striking the shadow whenever 1
could, and fearing the glance of po-
liceman. I made my way to Reade
Street, and pulled the bell of 1874. 1t
was a house standing in q garden
little back from the street, and an alley
ran along one side of the lot. An Irish
servant girl answered my summons.
That was good omen. Irish servant
girls were all sympathizers in their
way.
''Can see Miss Fanny Lewis for
moment?''
emo; Miss Fanny's sent off-gone
away. The master is come h5me. May
be our other Miss Fanny would do for
ye."
Let me see her," I said.
She opened the door of a sort of
library or side sitting-room, turned up
the gas and left me there. I
looked at my torn clothes, my
Drowned hands, my haggard face,
and unshorn beard and hair; for
there was large mirror over the fire.
place. As stood waiting, wondered
what impression 1 should produce on
that other Miss Fanny when she came.
Presently the door opened. A small
blonde woman entered. She was about
twenty-five, with very pleasant face.
She looked as frightened as l felt my
self to be. Closing the door carefully,
she came close up to me, without
word.
tsWho are youp" she said, trembling.
s.Madam,' . answered, 81 am Major
Danserfield, of the Confederate service.
know Miss Fanny Lewis to be lady
very good to our poor fellows at Point
Lookout. know nobody in Baltimore.
I come to ask your advice and protec-
ton And I told her my story.
ssOh!n she cried, 81 am the wrong
lady; you expected to see my sister-in-
law. You have run yourself into the
greatest danger. My husband, Col.
Lewis, has just received staff appoint
nent here, under the Major-General
commanding in Baltimore. He does
not allow me to have anything to do
with treason or disaffection. He is
Federal Officer
81 beg your pardon, madam l said,
taking my hat; 81 will go away at
once"
"No, no." she cried, wildly. running
10 the window as the bell rang. ''It's
TOO late; I hear my husband. That's
him on horseback with his orderly. He