Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-02

take care of tho women.''
 "While we play hide and seek on these
 wild mountains with Mosby's fellows. This
 IS not war; it is--''
 "Silence in the ranksl Haltr'
 The command cut off the boys complaint
 Ill a moment each horse and man was as
 still as a statue.
 The lads querulousuess was not alto
 gcther groundlcss; tor, until Hooker's ar-
 rival, the cavalry had simply done duty in
 scouting and fanlzing. There had been a
 tedious time of drill when camped on Me-
 ridian Hill weary march through Alex
 andria to Culpepper, monotonous winter
 quarters and sharp engagement at Bran
 dy Station. Their main duty had been skir-
 mlshlng and picketing, with occasional en-
 counters with Mosbys irregulars, for this
 extraordinary man had already made him.
 self famous as guerrilla chief Tales of
 his daring ctfrontery were told round the
 calnp-ires with many congregations by
 men who believed he bore charmed life.
 It seemed impossible to lay hands on him.
 Hardly had the Federal troops recovered
 from the astonishment of rash attack of
 the bold skirmisher and prepared to chas-
 tise him, than they heard of another equally
 daring feat of his six miles away.
 Leaping from his horse, tho Lieutenant
 beckoned Harry to follow him op foot to a
 C1uoICi oI IICCS iIOlu WuCSG Sucltef they
 could command view of,the valley beneath
 them.
 What sight met their gaze. A score of
 Moseby's men were fastening long wires to the rallS of the Manassas railroad, which they had detached from the Sleepers. Their object was apparent at a glance. Already in the distance could be heard the lumbering z sound of an approaching supply train, and,
 even as Harry looked, tho Confederates had
 hidden in the ncighboring bushes, wires in
 hand, ready for the derailing of the cars. "Quick" whispered Lieutenant Barclay. "Send a trooper back to the command
 for, if our fellows charge up the valley,
 they will bag the lot of them"
 In minute, at Harrys bidding, Gordon Grey was dashing at headlong speed over the broken path.
 Meanwhile the heavy train crept nearer
 to the fatal ambush. No need for conceal ment now. Though the leader knew that the woods were full of foes, the gallant little band rode recklessly down into the valley, but ere they could reach the scene of the disaster the doomed engine was flung from the rails, and the enemy was swarni.ng over the broken cars, so intent on the work of plunder that they hardly noticed the charge of the little troop of heroes, foremost of whom was Harry Winthrop
 It was an unequal contest and could have had but one ending when, with wild cheer, squadron of cavalry came laundering to tho rescue Mosby'S men, as usual, when outnumbered, fled to tho woods with the Federal troopers hard at their heels One man of them who had been leading spirit at the train-wreskirg, separated himself from the rest and boldly rode down the valley; and burying his spurs in his horses Hanks Harry Winthrop sped after him. Both pursucr and pursued were well-mount. ed, and nearly two miles were passed with out any perceptible lessening or increas. ing difference of the hundred yards | which separated them. Over and over again Harry could have brought the ! fleeing enemy down with his carbine, but he saw that the man had fired his last l round of ammunition and was defcnseless
 but for his sword. and he chivalrously re- solved to trust to his skill and strength to capture him op equal tcrms And fortune favored him; for the Confederate's horse stumbled and fell, and in @ minute the young Northerner had his hand on the throat and his knee on the chest of his prostrate enemy But his triumph was only momentary. How or whence the blow came which struck him to the earth he never knew, there was | dull thud, an intense pain as though his l head was bursting, and he fell senseIess be. side his captive.
 Tho rest seemed to him like dream. He
 had blurred vision Of group of men standing around him, of a lady-ayc, ot Kate Frobisham hcrsclf-bending over him l and bathing his brow, and then he relapsed into unconsciousness only to find hi1nscli lying on the roadside with his head resting | on the arm of Gordon Grey.