The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1891-06-25

ton. .Chcer us with the smiles OF -FOUR
women. and lend your willing hands 10
secure the heritage Of liberty"
And even when all this failed he won
success from defeat by turning his de-
mand for men into ono for supplies,
ravaging the rich lands Of the northern
part of the State with its fertile val
leys and green pastures, until he had
wagon-train of supplies forty miles
long-clothing. boots, arms. two hum
bred loads of bacon. six thousand bar
rcls OF pork. two thousand horses and
eight thousand bccves. and all this vast
array OF booty he dispatched in safety
southwark. Then. when this valuable
feat was accomplished, he sullcnly be-
gan retrograde movement with Buell.,
whose delay had frettcd the gallant
troops he led almost beyond cndur-
ance. in tarty pursuit. Day by day the
Union forces followed the retreating
host, when on the 9th Of October. as
they reached the village Of Perryvillc,
Bragg turned upon them with sudden
fury, and fighting from noon till eve,
so crippled his pursuers that when
darkness came on he was allowed un-
molested to escape with all his plumber
to Chattanooga.
In judging General Bnell's actions
during this campaign, it Is but fair to
remember that many of his failures
were due to unavoidable misfortune and
false information, and that lie was
pitted against leader Of cxccptionable
high qualities; but popular opinion did
not stop to weigh these considerations,
SO on the last day of the same month he
met the fate SO often accorded to the
unsuccessful General, deprivation Of
place him. SO Rosecrans, whose brilliant
career in West Virginia had already be-
come matter Of history. was appointed
to this important command. and under
these new auspices the Fighting Fourth
with the rest of the army found them
selves once more at Nashville.
The dusky shades Of night were fast
lengthening and the sun had set in
crimson glory-the last departing
blush OF Indian summer-whcn on an
early November evening the figure Of q
horseman might have been seen riding
at q steady trot along road which led
in southeasterly direction from Nash
vile. Ever and anon the traveller
looked back over his shoulder with an
expression of anxiety at the fair city he
was leaving, and then grasping his
bride with more determination and
squirting his horse to greater effort, as
though he were there instigating him
self to the accomplishment of some
thing he was undertaking in only
half-hearted manner. fixed his eyes on
lights which glimmered in the far dis
tance and steadily pursued his journey
without permitting any regret he might
have entertained to distract him from
his purpose. In the trim figure and
handsome features of this solitary
horseman it is not difficult to recognize
our young friend, Charlie Fulton-but
not the gallant, gay, light-hearted lad
who marched from Columbus with high
hopes and spotless soul, for in the rider
tonight we see one whose face is drawn
with care, one who would even now
turn back from the fatal GRAND he is
bent on II something stronger than his
sense of honor did not drag him for
ward; and this something was the siren
figure Of woman, for whose favors he
felt ut that moment as if he would
barter his very soul. As the mariner of
ancient days looked on Scylla and
dreaded Charybdis, he knew that he
was risking two imminent dangers
being caught as spy and hung, or
arrested for treason and shot-but she
had sent him word to como, and If
hundred deaths stood between him and
her, for her sweet sake he would dare
them all Hour by hour he rode, each
mile alternately rs he neared his goal
tortnring him with remorse or thrilling
him with expectation.
All! there is the signal-two lights
burning in a garnet window of the
house he is at last approaching. Has
he been there before? 1t seems SO, for
he dismounts and, leaving his horse
tethered to q tree, advances up the very
orchard path down which one memoir
able midnight Frank Bcsant fed so
hurriedly.
And she meets him.
Radiantly beautiful in q dress so per-
feet that it allows the rounded lowell
ness Of her exquisite figure to show its
graceful lines and stir to the depths Of
his soul the impassioned youth as he
gazcs at the undulating form, worship
ing with the fervor Of a first love.
You are come" she says. in an ac-
cent TREMENDOUSLY musical. 'Yct hard
~ thought you would dare another
VISIT
She permitted him to draw her to his
breast and imprint kiss upon the up
turned face.
''Come!" he said. "When you say
come my sweet one, there is no dan.
ger l would not dare to do your bid.
ding"
She trembled under his ardent gaze.
Pity for moment broke the spell that
bound her better nature, and disengag-
ing herself from his embrace she cried,
in earnest tones: mo, poor boy, 1t is
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