The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1891-08-12


That night Charlie Fulton slept at a
plantation close TO Murfreesboro in
small, dark, low-ceiled room, whose
gloomy aspect was increased by its
heavy antique furniture and old-fash-
ioned presses, carved In the grotesque
taste Of the last century. Morning
dawned cold and gray, but with its first
CLEAN he sprang from his bed and ran
TO the narrow easement. The sight be-
low riyeted the CALLING thought that he
was indeed a prisoner, and that the ad-
ventures Of the preceding night were
not hideous dream. A squadron Of
dragons, who seemed to have passed
the night beside their horses, lay
stretched or seated In all the picturesque
groupings Of bivouac; some already
up and stirring; others leaned half-list-
lsssly upon their elbows, and looked
about as II unwilling to believe that
their rest was over; while some,
stretched In deep slumber, woke not
with the tumult around them.
Having dressed, he walked up and
down the narrow room, tortured and
agonized by sad reflections. Suddenly
he saw a group Of horsemen arrive at
whose approach the piclSets were on
the alert and the guard at the gate pre-
sented arms. The soand Of voices be-
meath him informed him that the party
occupied the room below his own; so
he strained his ear to catch the current
of their murmured conversation. The
next minute his door was unlocked and
an officer entered bowing politely as
he advanced into the middle OF the
room.
"Will you have the goodness TO follow
me this way?" 4
Charlie had barely time TO ask into
whose presence he was about TO be
ushered, when, with smile Of strange
meaning, he opened a door and intro
duced him into spacious apartment
Although he had seen at least dozen
horsemen arrive, there were but three
present Ono Of these, who sat at a
small table near the window, never
lifted his head on his entrance, but as
siduously continued his occupation.
The one, however, on whom Charles
attention was especially concentrated
stood with his back to the open fire.
place, sternly contemplating his op-
proachl
{ f'What Is your rank, sir?" he asked,
ma tone Of communal. ~
= Captain OF infantry" was the snllen
reply
''What was the Federal force under
arms yesterday"
'I do not feel able 10 give you any in
formation, sir, as TO the number or
movements Of our army Fulton said,
respectfully, yet fiInly. l 3bi
"Thc devil Do you know to whom
you are talking and what you are say
ing, sir? Smith. do you hear the fel-
low2r
'sYes, sir TIE other replied. "And,
II YOU win permit nc to deal with him
I win have the Information out OF him
before he Is ten minutes older, General
Bragg
"Ah. you rascal, | believe YOU" the
superior smiled, graciously; "but I'm
not going 10 trust him to your gentle
catechisrn."
"Had you dispatches2" he added, turn
ing TO Fulton, who preserved an obsti
nate silence, on sceing which he od
dressed the officer who had brought the
prisoner in: "Were any dispatches
found on him when he was taken?"x
mo. sir; nothing was found on him
except this loclcet.
"Ahr 6nid Bragg, gazing at the beau
tiful features Of Mary Lascclles IAN
other Of my Lady f'antastic's haplcsi
victims---talse the prisoner back to hi
quarters"