Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1889-11-08

Jack Everett vanished, light-heart-
ed and determined, in the gloom, and
Hanson Blay. was next in chose, brief
interview with the General. The duty
assigned to Blay was in a different
direction; it too, was full of peril, for
it was murmured that the Confederate
General Anderson-who had been in
structed by Lee to march for Spottsyl-
vaniaCourtHouse in the morning, and
had been compelled to- commence
that march the night of the 9TH be-
cause of the woods being in flames
around him-had, so recent reports
OF the vigilant scouts said, gained a
position in front of the Federal
column, and an encounter was prob
able at any moment.
The legions of grey were being
swiftly moved from the labyrinth OF
the Wilderness to again confront
Grant, and exact more blood.
REPORT as quickly as you can,
Sergeant Blay: and if you bring me
the kind of information l want,
promise TO aid in your promotion"
Oh that promise, General, | can
face any peril, because, when am
ranked little higher, | shall thereby
win for my wife one of the best girls
who ever loved n man. She said,
before | went away, that she would
only wed with me when | became an
| officer"
"Indeedl What is her name?"
"Jennie Fillmore" and he gave her
| address.
Full of grim menace as were those
hours preceding the crash of another
stupendous battle, the General was
struck by this remarkable evidence
! of double loves and ambitions.
81 shall remember" he said, grave
ly; land fyou meet with accident
Jennie Fillmore shall know that you
are brave unto death"
In the broad daylight while the
| division of Robinson was at work
clearing the distractions ahead of
the advancing columns, and while
the unerring rifles of the Confederate
sharpshooters were mercilessly pick
ing off tine poneers-Jack Ever
EFT had gained safe covert near
the River Pc, and had gath
cred enough to know that Lee 8 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 Con-
federate brigades had now become
so intricate, however, that the Union
scout dared not venture forth.
Presently q wagon train came filing
along in the direction of Spottsylva-
mia Court House, and q curious event
transpired, OF which Jack awaited
| himself.
The drivers were shouting, swear
ing, and prodding the painting beasts,
when suddenly q maddened animal
kicked savagely, striking it's driver
squarely in the stomach. The fellow
doubled up and dropped as if shot,
and hasty examination showed
that he was dead.
There was no time for delay; itw
known that detachment of Federal
troops were making a movement
ostensibly to capture the train; the
wagons overloaded until they would
not sustain the weight of another
pound The dead Confederate was
dragged to the bushes at the road.
side and left within q few feet of the
consealed scout.
When the wagons had passed Jack
glided quicklyto the side of the dead
man; q few minutes thereafter the
Union boy emerged upon the road
wearing the dirt-gray garb of a Con
federate teamster.
simultaneously another and soil
tary wagon came numbering into
view, its driver cursing his brutes
while he COATED them roughly in his
endeavor to overtake 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 teamster, with a yell O.
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 6
girlish form leaped lightly from the
debris almost into his arms.
AS the two stood face to face ht
uttered a sharp cry:
"Jennie!-Jennie FiImore!"
"My name is Fillmore, but it is no,
Jennie"
He dashed hand across his eyes
exclafming:
at can't be "a dream-and yet
left Jennie far in the North when
put on the blue and came to fight il
the war
"Who was Jennie? Whom do yo,
mean?" asked the lovely girl, in {
quick, peculiar way, running to hi
side and placing one plump hand up
on his arm.
well, the Jennie | mean was borr
here in the south; she's Northern
girl now. You are SO much like he
| thought it was she.'
"And her name is Filmore?"
YES"
"My name is Agnes Fillmore. hat
an older sister named Jennie, butsh
ran away to the North before the war
bent on making good living. w
| never heard from har Movha +b