Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1886-07-15

than you're doing now if you had seen
them. There, get your horse and come
I'll show you which way to take. They'll
kill me if they suspect me; but 1 reckon
I'll ward them off. Come
As in a dream. Hogan followed her.
She led him by the hand through the
thick woods, until they came to wide
opening.
Mount she said, and ride that way.
Make all the speed you can. I've done
all can to save your life, Jack Hogan
God bless your said he. You know
my name, see. If the time should
ever come when l can do as much for
you will
Perhaps she said, doubtfully.
You have saved my life, child! he
said, as,he mounted his horse. 1t is a
debt man don't forget in hurry
listen: swear that if ever can do
anything for you 1 will swear on
this He drew a little golden cross
from his breast and kissed it. Keep it
to remind me Of the oath if should
forget it, he said, and then he put it int
to her hands. Then, as man rides for
his life, he rode away and reached his
destination in safety.
Two years from that night Captain
Jack Hogan sat alone in his tent, wri+
ting a letter home. There was some one
at home who waited for these letters
anxiously, and wore them fondly in her
bosom. Thoughts of her sOftened the
soldiers heart. Glad indeed would he
have been to leave war and all its cruel
scenes for home and peaee-home and
her. Half the sentence in which he told
her so was written when his servants
voice sounded in his ear.
Beg your pardon, captain. There's
girl outside. Can she see you?'
"A girlp said the captain. Yes; send
her in. Some poor, starving creature, l
suppose, for orders for rations.'
And then he started to his feet and
stood amazed and silent; for the figure
that glided in was that of the girl who
had saved his life two years ago that
night. She, for her part. drew from her
bosom little gold cross and held it to-
ward him.
'Do you remember your oath?' she
said.
He answered: L do
Then save my Dams life as 1 saved
yours two years ago.
Your Dan p be asked.
Yes, Dan Barton. He is to be shot
tomorrow
Dan Barton, the spy, lay we'll guarded
not far away. 1t was Captain Hogan
who had detected him. On the morrow
his life would pay the forfeit.
And is he your Dan, poor girl? said
Captain Hogan. Sit down, try to be
calm. Do you not understand that it is
out of my power to save him?'
No. she answered, L understand you
do not mean to keep your oath
You mistake me. If 1 could l would.
And at that moment a thought flashed
into his mind. His face turned pale.
Perhaps 1 ean,' he said. If can l
WILL
Your promise?' she cried.
4 will keep my oath, said he.
She knelt and kissed his hand. He
drew it from her.
There are no thanks to be given for
the keeping of on oath, said he.
Then she departed.
When she was gone he tore to pieces
the letter he had written and wrote on
another page, these words:
Ny DARLING-When you read these
words 1 shall be dead. 1t is very hard
to leave you. Remember poor
JACK HOGAN.
Sealed it and laid it where it would sure
ly been, and then walked out into the
night.
Unjust see this spy he said to the
sentry, who saluted him and let him
pass. Half an hour after the sentry saw
him pass out, we'll muffied in his cloak
He was seen afterward by several other
sentries, who wondered why man who
might sleep did not.
1t was dawn. At sunrise they had
brought the spy out to be shot-a large
muscular man, with black hair. A band
age was about his eyes, and his hands
were bound behind him. He kept his
head down striving, it seemed, to hide
his face.
Il didn't think he was handsome when
1 saw him before, said one officer to an
other. He looked like sneak, l thought
Who is he like?'
L don't know said the other. Some
one have seen, certainly.
Meanwhile the men who were to put
an end to the spy's life formed into line,
The chaplain read the prayer for the oc-
casion. The order was given:
'Firep
For a moment the air was filled with
smoke; then it lifted. A man lay upon
his face before them, dead.
1t was Jack Hogan. He had kept his
oath. The spy had fled the camp, dress
ed in his uniform, the night before. He
had paid for his life with his life at last.
No SENATORIAL whitewash, however
thickly applied, can keep that sturdy old
Mossback journal, the Steubenville Gaz-
ette, from affirming and reaffirming its
solemn opinion that Pap Psyne's seat
was purchased. 1t backs up that other
venerable Messy, Lecky Harper, of the