The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1891-05-30


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 firmly.
"The DEVIL Do you know TO whom
you are talking and what you are say
ing, sir2 Smith, do you hear the fell
low2"
"Yes, Sir, p the other replied. And
II you will permit me to deal with him
I win have the information out OF him
before he 10 ten minutes older, General
Bragg"
"Ah, you rascal, I believe you,- the
superior smiled, graciouslyj ''but I'm
not going TO trust him 10 your gentle
catechism."
"Had you dispatches7'' he added, turn.
ing to Fulton, who preserved an obBtl
nate silence, on seeing which he I'D
dressed the officer who had brought the
prisoner In: "Were any dispatches
found on him when he was tal1en9"
"No, sir; nothing was found on him
except this locket."
"AhW said Bragg gazing at the beau.
tiful features Of Mary Lascelles. "An-
other OF my Lady Fantastic's hapless
victims-take the prisoner back TO his
Quarters."
Come along" said tho good-humbred
officer, as he strobe from the room, with
Charlie following.
"Have they given you any grub to-
dayP" he asked, as they reached the
prison chamber.
"Not bite nor sup, but am not
hungry" was the doleful confession.
''Pshaw, man! cheer up-I'll go below
and send you something" and, true to
his word, his departure was quickly fol-
lowed by substantial meal, which
Fulton, notwithstanding his troubles,
did ample justice to.
Then came clatter of arms and
stamping of horses without, and Charlie
saw the squadron on the move.
"By Jovel you are in luck, my boy" a
manly voice cried, as his door openS1,
and the officer who had commanded Dis
guard the previous night made his ap-
pearance.
"How SOP" Charlie asked, wearily.
"Why, there's no batch of prisoners
to send to limbo, so I've orders to con.
duct you to recruiting station at Muir
freesboro, where you won't get half bad
quarters, can tell you. The General,
too, is well impressed with you, and
means to let You down easy, so keep a
stiff upper-hp and hope for better fort
une"
Fulton's next quarters were IN
large, roomy building, which had once
been private residence of no mean
! proportions, but which was now occu-
pied by the military, partly as a recruit
ing Office and partly as a hospital for
few convalescent officers, whose wounds
for the time incapacitated them for act
i've service. His chamber faced the
grounds of handsome mansion, ten
anted evidently by persons of position
in society, for Charlie spent many
weary hour watching gay groups of
ladies gathered on tsle broad verandah,
or toiling with the needle on soldiers
supplies In the handsome rooms, the
windows Of which were almost always
open
He had been offered parole, and had
refused, decision which did not lower
him in the estimation of his generous
Captors-
And now the gayest season m all the
year In the South was approaching, the
Christmas holidays, and Charlie could
see that his fair netghbors were making
lavish preparation for the coming
festivities
Charlie happened to mention this 30 q
young officer, who often fingered after
Q visit of inspection TO chat with the
prisoner
"Bahl My dear fellow, II isn't only
for the holidays they're decorating, but
tonight that pretty girl in blue, leaning
Oh the pillar yonder, Is to be married by
Bishop Polk. allow they'll have
gallant fling, for President Davis him
self has come to graee the festivities
with his presence"
"1t doesn't seem 90 me a time hm
much rejoicing" Fulton said, moodily,
"Never a better" was the gay reply.
Mcclellan whipped ct Antietan, Sher-
man at q deadlock before Vicbsburg,
Rosecrans on the eve of a retreat, and
Nashville as good as ours againl''
''There's many alip 'twixt the cup
and the lip" Charlie ventured
"But not when the cup Is held by the
firm hands of heroes,n was the decided
answer.
That night his friend was with him
again, when the revelry was at it's
height. The evening, though In Decem-
Der, was mild, and IN the crowded
rooms Of the mansion must have beeA
almost sultryi at least It seemed so, for
the blinds and windows were flung up
to their utmost height. affording the
two young men an uninterrupted view
of the ballroom.
"See that tall, stately man lead for
ward those two pretty girls to dance
that is President Davis-that fine fell
low In black Is the bishop-but, HeaV-
ems, man, what Is the matter9 You're
pale as death itselfF
'Tooltl" Charlie cried, clutOhing his
l.