Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-03-18

SIZE TREMBLED UNDER HIS ARDENT GAZE.
not too late even now to save you from
thA consequences of Your rashness.
Hasten to your horse and away as fast
as Won can ride. Treachery is all
pitfall for Won. Fly, if you would save
yourself from harm and me from mad
ness: for your grand devotion has
touched my heart and could almost
love YOU"
Almost! l thought"
"IIush!"
But the warning came too late;
dozen stalwart forms, springing from
the shadows of the trees, surround the
young man, who, stunned by the girls
revelation, yields without a blow for
freedom.
Another captive to your destinations,
Miss Lascelles," the officer in charge of
the party says, with more moclery than
sincerity. Your bcaur yeur are more eff
fective than our rifle-bulletS.''
And just as cruel" she mutfered,
bitterly, as she watched them lead her
victim to the house. Fool that l am,
if after all, t'were him and not the other
one love-"
Once more Charlie is on the road, with
his horses head turned not to Nashville
but to Murfreesboro, and not alone
now, but with a gay company of jolly
fellows, who, though they guard him
we'll, treat him with q consideration that
would rob its capture of it's sting, if he
were not so dazed with the discovery
that he was delivered into bondage by
the girl he loved; and, poor, infatuated
lad, he felt that even now he could not
shake himself fres from the chains of
her fatal destinations.
That night Charlie Fulton slept at a
plantation close to Murfreesboro in a
small, dark, low-ceiled room, whose
gloomy aspect was increased by it's
heavy antique furniture and old-fash-
toned 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 riveted the calling thought that he
was indeed a prisoner, and that the adj
ventures of the preceding night were
not a 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 a DlVOuac; some ALREADY
up and stirring; others leaned half-list-
lessly upon their elbows, and looked
about as if 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-
scented arms. The sound of voices be-
meath him informed him that the party
occupied the room below his own; SC
he strained his ear to catch the current
of their murmured conversation. The
next minute his door was unlocked and
an officer entered, bowling politely as
he advanced into the middle of the
! room.
"Will you have the goodness to follow
me this way?"
Charlie had barely time to ask into
whose presence he was about to be
ushered, when, with smile of strange
meaning, he opened door and intro
duced him into n spacious apartment.
Although he mad seen at least q dozen
horsemen arrive, there were but three