The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-09-05
BY ROSE TERRY COOKE.

.You are not doing it just for my sake,
Hugh p" said the sweet incisive voice.
'God forbid! There is no question Of
that, Marion.
4 could not love thee, dear, SD much,
Loved I not honor more
I am one of 'Marion's men, as the boys
call me now, by birth and breeding, for
my great-grandfather was sworn aide and
ally of the Swamp Fox. Hugh Hcriot of
that day was his leaders light hand all
through that long hiding and skirmishing
that 80 harassed the British from swamp
and mornss. Many u tale has my grand
father told me by the big fireplace at
Heriot of those old days, till my heart and
head were full OF patriotism. / was fed
ON love for my country from my first re
membrance; do yOn think ii will fail me
now
Marion Lancaster dark eyes flashed
back the look of her lovers. "No! hut
then Will II seem patriotism to them,
HuRh-to your people at home ?"
~ don't know. I have a horrid doubt
sometimes. But Ii is my l have
no other-my own grand, magnificent
west, north or south. l
fight for it's unity, against it's separation.
for no latitude or Longitude. IT my own
people have lived SO long i'm Georgia that
their good Scotch blood runs thin with the
languor of luxury, / have been here i'm
these hills long enough to get back the
iron into mine that lay only i'm allegiance.
l must GO, Marion; and i must GO on the
side of right. You could not keep me,
dear, and 1 know you would not"
A spasm of anguish quivered over her
beautiful proud face, hut her voice was
true and clear. ~ dare not keep You,
Hugh, Women have a sense of honor,
too-a love of country"
.sSome of them,'' said Hugh, bitterly.
He was thinking of his classInate and
chum; whose weak lovely little %flancee,
was doing her utmost to keep him out of
the army. day after day. Hugh looked at
Marion with love and pride in his eyes.
You are the right sort" he said. as he
drew her more closely to his shoulder. ~
wish I knew how things were with Sandy"
ne went OH. 'sMothcr has no one else on
Know have ioineI the army OF the South.
Georgians born and bred, though Aunt
Carr was u Connecticut woman, like
they have neither my Scotch blood nor my
Northern education. know well which
way Is inei ,Is, l , cant u;t plane ,nrm them though
Marion looked up at her lover with
something higher than emotion in her
In the seething passions of the time she
had never before heard one just word ut
,s rr.Ia e, ,S ssSse o wh ,Ss o, hsns sisi l'hvi''i0n"
''It is well now for your mother that
Sandy did not share your strength" she
1 Ia% lo sn,as'aaE Mr.. T aerios ~ ~S%ia be Without Without
Hugh laughed; perhaps it is just as
strong and well we should both have come
North-mother is n fanatic about New
10Th have falleI. i'm love with you, sweet
heart. What 70 dilemma for your =.
SHOW do You know ?" said Marion, half
.Oh. sandy and 1 are twins all through,
except for his delicate organization. He
and nd ii ls e nth the rs sa%S sbs sn sa%s b sseams are ss sc
- alike, e' en- mother was at times puzzled
j - tell Is apart. Old DIR: Severance used
without physique enough for the two
m,s2pdies we 'materialized' into. i always
Jieit ashamsd d.d IN S e dull s sort or no w"k kse :" h 6e
with me; but he is far the sweeter-naturcd
Of the two. You would have loved him
eve was the swift, indignant an.
So Hugh ariot enlisted with a North.
crn reriment, parted with his sweetheart
bravely, and left her to wait, as
like her were left i'm those dreadful days
Did we know then, shall we ever know
we who came out scathless-what those
women suffered who, tied hand and foot
maddened by the poor recurrent routins
terrors, had yet to live and do their petty
duties under the edge of a sword worse
than the tabled blade of Damocles?
Honor forever to that noble army oi
martyrs! To them no less than to thoss
who lost their lives ON the actual battle
field should monuments arise and wreath,
be offered. They were the beating hear
that sent STRONG lifc-blood into the battlins
hand, nIlus on. HOW o1Ven perisNed III IL
not in the paIlor and decay of physical
death. not in the rest and shelter OF the
aower-strewen grave. but i'm the broker
heart. the joyless life. the desperation q
memory, the .'dying. yet behold we Hve.'
that death i'm life that Is the greatest IL no
the last enemy!
II tiR,rs, were other women who suffered
more than Marion Lancaster i'm this dir
~nuspenSe. she did not know it; IL seemes
10 her no heart could be more torn will
anxiety. more tortured 10y the silence tina
vet thrilled with dreadful possibilities
than hers.
She did not consider that her love fo
Hugh Heriot was a young passion scarcel!
poted i'm her breast; that she was botils
him by none of the strong ties OF thoss
no had sent their husbands out to war
I'd crouched On desolate heartfistorie
clinRing children about them whs
Wrought she suffered all she could
- d,ns wskk after week grew into mont
~ month, and the second year can'
"a ring Oh she grew thin, pale and list