St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-07-16

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himself to answer it. heard Fanny
start up to her feet, while coarse voice
called out loudly in the passage,
"What {! up by peep of day, col
oneI %
"Yes; had report to write up.
Claypole has left everything in disor-
! der.n
81 thought I'd let you know, colonel,
that that spy we were talking of last
night is in the hands of the marshal. 1
was mistaken about his being seen
about this place. The police got on
the track of him last evening, and took
him at that nest of secession, Mrs.
Charles Garey's.n ."-
As the street door closed upon this
visitor, heard Fanny give suppress
ed sob.
"Then he was not-him! :" said her
husband, careless of grammar at that
supreme moment of reconciliation.
'No, no." she cried. "He said he
was a poor prisoner who had jumped
off the train"
"Poor little Fanny! brave little
Fan!" said her husband, and guessed,
though l could not see, how he was
comforting her. "Let this be a lesson
to you not to play with treason. Hence
forward let it alone severely, You must
be one with me dear wife. Such things
are not allowable in our position. Now
go and call Bridget, and tell her to get
breakfast. | must get to the Office ear
ly. Aud, Fanny, tell her to slip down
the alley the first thing, and tell Will
liams, who owns the dray, that when
he has harnessed up his horse for his
days work, 1 wish him to back up to
our side door. am determined to get
rid of everything that belongs to my
sister Fanny. I'll send her trunk away.
Pll clear the house of treason and Sc
cession. Tell Bridget that say so. 1t
may be warning to her, love.
In half an hour Bridget announced
the dray.
Send in my orderly" said the col
onel, "and see if you can see anything
around the corner of the policeman"
AS Bridget was executing this order,
the colonel entered the store room, and
closed the spring-lock of the trunk lid
"Have you the key of Fanny's trunk,
my love ?"
81 don't know"
e''Give it to me-" he said decidedly.
'Since your man is not the spy, share
your treason for this once, that hence
forth You may always side with me.
Ha pOliceman,!n he added, as he threw
open the outer door of the store room,
which opened on the alley, twill you
help the drayman and my orderly to
get this trunk of my sisters on the
| dray She has been sent South, as you
know, and decline to keep her things.
Yes, suspect it may weigh over two
hundred pounds. 1t is powerful heavy,
as you say, but that is the way always
with ladies'"
By this time l was hoisted on the
dray.
'NOw, Williams" said the colonel to
the drayman, "carry this trunk to Mrs.
Legrand's. She is a friend of my sis
ter's and Il very Secesh lady. She will
no doubt know what TO do with it.
Take the key, and desire her to open it
the moment it arrives. She must find
the way to send it to Miss Fanny if she
thinks it necessary"
''All right, sah," cried the voice of
the negro drayman.
tainted 1 suppose, for want of air,
and knew no more till found myself
surrounded by Southern ladies in the
back parlOr of a house well known for
Southern sympathies and hospitality. l
told my name and story, only omiting
the adventures of the night in Col.
Lewis'S store room.
"But how on earth did you get here
in Fanny Lewis's trunk The drayman
left the trunk and key, with message
that the trunk was to be unlocked i'm
mediately."
"Ah, ladies'" cried, sit is too dan
gerous a secret. daren OF breathe it
into the ear of any of YOU"
"But we know all kinds of dangerous
secrets" pouted one fair lady.
81 have 10 doubt you do, and all
Dixie knows that you can keep them !;
but this one you must not ask me-"
Il declare, l believe Col. Lewis him
self had something to do with it."
"On my honor, ladies, never saw
Col. Lewis in my life. What does he
look like, anyhow ?"
This question was never answered
till about six years later, when l was
introduced to Col. Lewis on Pennsylva-
mia Avenue. He took me to his house
in Georgetown, where met both the
Fannys. 1t is no disparagement to Mrs.
Lewis, nor is it base ingratitude to say
that l love the Southern Fanny best,
for she has been my wife five years, and
Col. Lewis is my -law.-Har-
per's Magazine.