Daily Kennebec journal., 1881-04-01
NO. IS.
Gales ano Skettbes.
From the London World.
CAPT, CAMLION.


iiph iihNHtN sNut. al uuW SUt lOOkeu
up at him in the bright moonlight. with
what seemed to Belton an expression of
secret intelligence. Camlion bent toward
her and said something; but in SO low
tone that Belion did not catch il. Miss
Capel then turned TO the latter and de-
manded brusquely whether he knew
where her brother was.
IL came TO escort you tn him." was
Beton's reply.
She allowed her hands lingeringly to
leave Camlion's arm; they confronted
each other for moment their eve meet
ing,
Don't forget" she said To him at length
almost in a whisper.
II shall be there" he answered. lifting
his hat as he spoke.
After another pause she turned away
from him slowly and began to move toward
the college. quite ignoring Belton. who
nevertheless walked beside her He ad-
dressed several remarks Ia her. to which
she vouched no answer whatever. At last
being piqued, he said;
well. Miss Capel. hope you've en-
ioyed your visit to Harvard and the men
you've met here
II have met only one man here" she
replied, facing him imperiously. And
this was all he got from her that evening.
Next morning Camlion was not 1T
breakfast, hut some hints of his adventure
of the previous evening had leaked out.
and Bolton had TO stand good deal of
chaff about the manner in which he
had been ''cut OUT As for Miss Capel.
il was known that she was staving with
her brother and father at the fremont
House in Boston. After breakfast, curios-
ity or idleness carried me around TO Cam
lions rooms. | was surprised to find
him hurriedly packing his trunk. his
usually healthy looking countenance very
pale and drawn. asked him what was
the matter.
I'm going home" he said IL got
telegram this morning--something very
bad has happened to my father" ! NUT
tered my sympathy. Presently he re-
sumed: '.Y, II were introduced toto Miss
Capel, think? VIII you see her before
she goes, and tell her--say | would have
come If it had been possible; and--T hope
! may see her again some day?"
promised. wondering, that would do
what he asked. and soon after bade him
goodbye. We did not meet again for
some years. When ] called on the Capels
to deliver his message, they were not In.
and did not have another opportunity Of
discharging my commission. In the
course of a few days the newspapers con-
taned the information that. something
having gone wrong in the banking house
OF which Camlion's father was manager.
the latter had committed suicide.
by Jove." exclaimed Fred Bolton.
when he heard the report, 81 almost wish
it had been me. Dear old Camlion,'
When Camlion and found ourselves To-
gether again at the outbreak of the war, he
was much matured in appearance, though
his boyish simplicity and gentleness were
unchanged. ] have heard. in vague
way. that he had devoted himself. not
without success, to paving off the liabili-
ties which his unhappy father had incurred
But contact with men and the world. and
the hearty preoccupation Of his struggle
to atone for the sins of the dead instead OF
him, had brought his strong
nature more cheerful frame; and his
quiet geniality made his companionship
more than ever delightful to me. But
once. when asked him. half jocularly.
whether he had no thoughts of getting
married. he looked atme very gravely.
and answered, in his deep. straightfor-
ward voice:
II never met but one woman whom I
could have married. and ! gave her mp
lbng ago Do you remember Miss Capel?''
This led TO my telling him how his mes
sage had failed to reach her; and the in
telfigence seemed tn produce great et-
feet upon him. lie murmured to himself
several times. that may have been the
reason and thereafter became totally
uncommunicatiye OF the subject. ] do
not know whether Fred BeltOn ever heard
OF this conversation; but for my own part
the stirring events that were daily happen
ing around US soon put ii out Of my head
As ] began by saying, we were EN-
canpcd on the Rapidan river, just before
that terrible series Of battles in the Will
derness which ushered in the close of the
rebellion. Meanwhile. there was an omi-
nous quiet in our ncighborlIood the only
exception being rather annoying one IN
the shape Of q sharpshooter on the confed-
crate side Of the river (Which was there
about three hundred yards wide). who un-
erringly picked off any one Of our men
vino yeBtured to show 80 much as his ell
bow on the federal bank.
As he had established himself opposite the
only spot in a couple VI miles where it
was practicable to water our cattle. his
presence was particularly inconvenient,
and we expended an apparently dispropor-
tionate deal Of trouble IN our efforts u
dislodge him. but nothing had any effect.
As iTl-luck would have it, there were no
guns available at this point. and it was
in vain that we peppered the place whence
the deadly shots proceeded with our rifles.
Every day several valuable men were lost,
until at last the question: What was to be
done became serious and pressing one
The unknow n marksman never was known
to miss: and all that any Of us ever saw Of
him was the puff OF smoke front the muzzle
Of his weapon.
One afternoon Fred Belton came TO my
tent Il was surgeon to our company in
state Of such manifest discomposure that
at first | thought either the colonel had
been killed or the mysterious sharpshOoter
captured. Itturned out to be quite another
matter, however.
What do you think ?' he began, in al
excited undertone. Whose house do you
fContiaued oa nurfh pasa.