Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-07

DHFENO1N9 E1MSELF WITH DESPEBATE COURAGE.
 lieutenant, while all swords rested in in suspense.
 "Why, Syd," replied Herbert, in his
 we'll remembered schooIboy voice, '+'don't you know your old classmate
 and fencing pupil, Herbert Leslie2" Good heavens, it is Leslie sure | enough! I would not have known you
 from Adam in this rig" exclaimed
 Temple. grasping his captor's hand; "Ill surrender to you, Herbert, though
 q moment ago would have preferred ] death to captivity" "It's all the fortune of war, my dear fellow. Don't be downhearted about ! it. You're sure to be exchanged soon, ! and meantime yon can give your parole and we'll have good talk over old times.'
 But the opportunity for this proved
 brief indeed, an exchange of prisoners being made the very next day. and the foemen-friends parted, to meet again when and where?
 | However, each had time that same l evening to tell the other his own short history since they last met ips New | York.
 "How in the world, Sydney, did you l ever manage to get down south?'' in- l quired Herbert, in the course of thelr l conversation.
 By very simple, though rather ex- l pensive, process,'' laughingly replied Temple. "Early last March I took pas sage on a Cunarder to Liverpool and
 there got on board an English blockade
 runner, was duly landed near Charles
 ton, at once made my way home, in a
 few days thereafter received lieuten-
 ants commission and joined the confed-
 crate army-about the same time you
 enlisted in that of the north.''
 And your people, Sydney?"
 'Wen, Herbert, you know that my
 father died years ago and only my
 mother and sister Sylvia, whom you
 once saw at the old school, are left.
 They have removed from Charleston
 and are now residing in large country
 house, which we have lately bought,
 a few miles south of Richmond Little
 Sylvia has grown into a tall and really
 beautiful girl" 1T am sure she
 has," interjected the listener land
 is great comfort to my moth
 CT, who fortunately, has an am-
 pie income from funds safely invest
 ed in Paris, but she spends nearly all of
 it in assisting our soldiers, her whole
 time and my sisters also being devoted
 to that work, and since thousands of
 other southern ladies are doing the
 same, you can hardly wonder. Herbert.
 that we fight so we'll"
 You do indeed fight well, Sydney.
 One of our troopers remarked to-day,
 with more force than elegance: Them
 lean-lool1in' rebs fights like ravin', dou-
 ble distilled, ,ring-tailedh hcll-cats; but we won't touch on these questions. Each
 of us is firmly fixed in his principles, : and perhaps in after years we shall } meet simply as Americans only to re-
 call this terrible war as a huge blunder ) on the part of some one."
 "All right, my boy, but meantime what has become of Fred Ainslie? You } say he joined with you. did not think that Fred, though he was dear, . good fellow, would ever have voluntar- 7 fly run into danger"
 . Nevertheless he fought we'll in his very first battle. have told you how 7 he hunted me up after the Wilderness } fight. l have not seen him since t then, but hear that he has never yet , been wounded and is making a good record in his regiment"
 3 ''I am very glad to know it. 1 should : like to see Fred, and, after meeting you B so strangely to-day, should not be
 surprised to run against him, too, some. l time. His sister must be B brick-don't blush, old fellow, it was through nc . fault of yours that you happened tc l be placed in her ward. Just imagine that pretty little butterfly, Jessie Glynn . l howe mead fn o1T 2 into hospital as nurseI'' ' "Yet she has done that very thing
 Sydl was never so astonished in my '- life as when on furlough in New Yorl went to look her up one day ant l. found that she had entered the service o y the sanitary association. She is at thi d moment in Fredericksburg hospita 8 with Miss Ainslie. and all those othe blessed angels. We cannot always eS l. actly guess what merry little whole J. souled American girl aoW do when tn
 pinch comes."
 y "Bravol for Jessie, the flower c Is Dumblane,' as we used to call her. Sh o ought to have been a south, but IT Il getting upon dangerous ground agair y Anyway, it's a grand thing, Herber ,t that both sides can honestly glory i t. their womankind. Everything mus d come right in the end, if only for thei d sakes."
 " ''God grant it!" reverently replied tn n soldier of the north.
 @ And do you know, Leslie, wher le that hull1ing tyrant, Tom White, In now-you remember him?" " ''Ratherl and fancy that he is nc |? likely to forget you in a hurry. To- Id turned out as bullies generally d. Ii. About year ago he used to strl
 around among his cronies braggir II what he would do when he volunteere lg which was always to be next week
 and then when matters began to loo