Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-04-01
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suppose is mile off there, on our left %
And without giving me the time to hazard
a guess he went on: .".Tbe Capels', as
sure - you are there. And whom do you
suppose saw? Miss Rosalind herself, as
I'm living sinner! She rode upon horse
back, just as was palayering at the front
door for provender. By Jove, she's more
dlvinely handsome than ever! And. oh, nv
wig, didn't she give me rating rough
Whew!''
"What did she scold you about ?'' de-
manded !, amazed.
.sFor being Virginian. and fighting on
the Northern side. / tell you she made me
feel like born sneak and BLACKBOARD. A
little more, and believe should have rat
ted again, and joined the johnny Rebs. 1T
were man. said she. i would make it
my business to catch such creatures as you.
and hang you.' It's NY opinion. If a few
hundred women like her were to enlist on
the Rebs' side we would be thrashcd out
Of our boots in month. But luckily there
is not another woman like her on the
planet"
you'd better look out or she II make
conquest Of you IN more ways than one,
said I, laughing. by the way. this news
would probably interest Camlion. Does
he know 81
mo: and don't mean to tell him.
returned Bolton rather sharply: and after
sitting few minutes longer. he got up
and left me in apparently no very good
humor.
That same evening, however he APP
peared again. this time in II preoccupied
mood. and with his pipe in bis mouth.
The conversation presently turned upon
the ever-active sharp-shOoter. and after a
few remarks had passed, Bolton suddenly
exclaimed:
1--WE made up my mind To kill that frl-
low, and I've thought ola wav how it may
he done. | guess I'm rs good shot as
he in, and if can get sight of rs much as
IL square inch of him. he's settled" lie
then went on to unfold to ME his scheme.
which appeared feasible. though there
were certain obstacles in the way After
we had discussed it for awhile. he said
do you know why want to shoot him?"
From patriotic motives, trust" was
my reply.
That's very well as far as it goes but
there's something else. | believe know
who he is-or what he is, at all events. !
believe he the man whom Rosalind Capel
said to-day I'm certain she knows him.
and that there's something more than
ordinary between them. And ! don't in
intend that she shall marry him il can
help it,
| did not much like this attitude of
Belton's, and told him so but he took
my structures in such i'll part that for the
present Judged it best to say no mere.
Plainly he was in love with Miss Capel
| devOutly wished she was out of the way
but before breakfas time next morning
was destined to hear of her again. 1t was
about the hour of sunrise when Camlion,
who had been out on picket during the
night, entered my tent. his face flushed.
and his blue eyes kinded with repressed
excitement.
II have seen Miss Capel," he said,
going to the point at once. rs his custom
was. There was an alarm at my outpost
two hours ago, and one of my men fired.
We heard something fall, went out, and
found rider entangled with his horse.
which was shot dead. | knew her in a
moment though she was in mans clothes -
blouse and high boots. She had lost
her way. and had stumbled on us in the
darkness. Their house is near here. she
says. II was Il narrow escape if she had
been Killed. could not have borne it :
wish this war was over"
WAS she armed ?" | inquired. feeling
more uneasy than | cared to confess.
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