Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-08-17

struck by this remarkable evidence of
double loves and ambitions.
II shall remember" he said, gravely !;
"and if you meet with accident Jennie
Fillmore shall know that you were brave
unto death"
In the broad daylight-while the di-
vision of Robinson was at work clearing
the Instructions ahead of the advance
ing columns, and while the unerring
rifles of the Confederate sharpshooters
were mercilessly picking off the pio-
neers-Jack Everett had gained a safe
covert near the River Pc, and had gath
cred enough to know that Lees whole
army, shattered though it had been in
the havoc of the Wilderness, was once
again in eager shape to meet the boys
in blue.
The bustling network of the Confed-
crate brigades had now become so in
tricate, however, that the Union scout
dared not venture forth.
Presently wagon train came fling
along in the direction OF Spottsylvania
Court House, and curious event trans
pired, of which Jack availod himself.
The drivers were shouting, swearing,
and prodding the painting beasts, when
suddenly a maddened animal kicked
savagely. striking its driver squarely
in the stomach. The fellow doubled
up and dropped as if shot, and a, hasty
examination showed that he was dead.
There was no time for delay; it was
known that detachment of Federal
troops were making a movement osten-
N 4N
We're loaded until they would not sus-
tain the weight of another pound. The
dead Confederate was dragged to the
bushes at the roadside and left within
few feet of the concealed scout.
When the wagons had passed Jack
glided quickly to the side of the dead
man; few minutes thereafter the
Union boy emerged upon the road,
wearing the dirt-gray garb of a Con-
federate teamster.
Simultaneously another and solitary
wagon came numbering into view, its
driver cursing his brutes while he
goaded them roughly in his endeavor
to overtal1e the train from which he had
become separated.
A solid shot came whizzing from the
direction of the Federal army, and the
forepart of the wagon was instantly
wrecked. The frightened horses sprang
away; after them bounded the team
ster, with a yell of alarm, nor did he
even glance at the disguised scout
standing at the fringe of the road.
Jack Everett advanced to the de-
molished wagon, and as he halted q
girlish form leaped lightly from the de-
bris almost into his arms.
AS the two stood face to face he ut
tered sharp cry:
"Jennie Jennie Filmore!"
"My name is Fillmore, but it is not
Jennie"
He dashed a hand across his eyes,
exclaiming:
cit can't be dream-and yet I left
Jennie far in the North when I put on
the blue and came to fight in the
"Who was Jennie? Whom do you
mean?" asked the lovely girl, in a
quick, peculiar way, running to his
side and placing one plump hand upon
his arm.
well, the Jennie I mean was born
here in the South; she's Northern
girl now. You are so much like her 1
thought it was She"
"And her name is Filmore?"
eyes"
"My name is Agnes Fillmore. I had
an older sister named Jennie, but she
ran away to the North before the war,
bent on making good living. Whenever
heard from her. Maybe the one you
know is my sister,"
| Jack was dumfounded by this meet
ing, for as the girl spoke he remem-
| bered certain letter received from
Jennie, in which she said:
"Perhaps, Jack, while you are fight
ing down in Dixie you'll meet dear
sister Of mine whom I have not seen
for years. Ii you do, be sure and kiss
her for me. You'll be sure to know
her, because we are just as much alike
as two pins in a row."
Jack impetuously grasped the girl by
both hands, crying:
GAS live believe you and Jennie
are sisters!"
Maybe"
"Who was that man? How came
you to be in his wagon?"
He is my uncle. I have no other
relative except Jennie if she is alive. y
what shall you do? Go on after
him, Or come with me and find Jennie ?''
he demanded, and his gaze was fixed
strangely upon her sweetly glancing
violet eyes.
I'D rather find Jennie"
Come, then, and I'll take you to
her"
The task was more easily promised
than fulfilled. The valley Of the Pc
was already laundering with guns OF
battle, and in many places the woods
were afame.
After numerous perils, in which the
disguise of the scout served him we'll,
they at last gained the Union lines in
the dawn of the 10Th of May.
Agnes went to the rear and Jack
made haste first to report and after
ward to find his regiment.
Hanson Blay met him, saying:
"I'm ahead of you, Jack. I've done
my work and epaulettes are promised.
| Jennie will be mine. No hard will.