The Portland daily press., 1892-09-29
The Thread of the story.

room in the Fashionable home OF Mrs! Ginoul'
Gray. who in the winter of 1868, was an active
! but discreet Southern sympabhizer. Carolyn
Gray, beautiful Virgjnian girl. has arrived at
| the Gray mansion from General Stllart's Con-
| federate headquarters, after IL thrilling expert
ence in which Peyton Fitzhugh Virginian in
| lected and despised lover, saved her from being
held as Il spy. Carolyn has obtained medicine
able moment to pass the blockade and get
| South. Peyton Fitzhugh is in Baltimore, much
| distrasted.
IA. While Carolyn is still detained, rebel
! prisoners are marched through Baltimore.
| rs. Carolyn's cousin, Evan Fauntleroy is
| discovered among them.
| 16. Mrs. Gray's daughter, Bessie Westches-
| ter, carries food to Evan, and Pcyton Fitzhugh
| gives him awarm coat with mysterious paper
| init.
II. Between the lines; Carroll Meredith re-
| ceiveS a letter OF warning.
| 10. Visit to Carolyn Clay in prison; the con-
| tents of the mystic letter.
10. Major Bond gives Mr.. Mckee pass for
| Mary Clonan and daughter. Mckee DISCUSSES
| himself
| 20. The midnight ride and the strange guide
| 21. midnight surprise; arrival of Mckee
| and Miss Clay at Pete's cabin.
| %. Visit of Evan Fauntleroy to Miss Clay.
| 20. Preparations for escape from the prison
| pen.
| "a. Evan Fauntleroy and Carolyn Clay once
| more together and preparing to cross the
| creek.
%. Pete and his passengers discovered while
drifting noiselessly along
rs. Pursued by eight sailors, but the light
craft shot through overhanging foliage and
reached the shore in safety.
"Why, there's no one but Sweeny in
SIDE" Stuart said, taking the letter
carelessiy; but the instant his eyes fell
upon the writing his brows contracted,
and he slipped the paper into his glove,
as he called: y
sounded"
Then, as the generals banjo player
passed, staring at the scouts strange
clothes, the chief beckoned him into the
tent, dropped the fly, and turned full
upon him:
"You know the writer of this letter."
81 do, sir"
"You know it's contentsT
"Only in part, general; in case was
forced to destroy it."
when did you get it3 Go on, sir.s
L Ills lapdGicAtly.
From him, generals yesterday; at
Havre-de-grace."
Stuart showed no surprise. Strange
news came often by strange routes.
But he asked, sternly:
"You know the orders, Fauntleroy.
What were you doing with-with the
writer?'
Running for the Ferry sir. He
got me out of Camp Morton, at risk Of
his life, brought me to the Ferry and
-" The boy hesitated
$50 on, STRIP Numbered the general
''Teu your story in full, and quickly"
HE said, sir, he had imperative duty
in-in Washington, sir" Evan went on;
and he briefly narrated his capture, i'm
prisonment and escape.
The general had seated himself, the
packet unopened in his hand; but the
shadow Of the broad hat hid his bent
face, save for the twitch of his brown
mustache from time to time.
Sand no news of Miss Clay since your
capture?'' he queried, suddenly.
'sShe crossed with me, sir. She will
be in with Lieut.. Barron's picket and
make her own report"
Ibid you bring her to the Ferry'?"
"No, sir; think her escape was
planned by"
''That will do. Watt" the general
broke in abruptly. He opened the pack
ct, smoothed out the paper, and read
rapidly, his lips moving in accompani-
ment to the words. The sheet was close
ly written, with many figures and &C.
casional rough maps. Finishing the
scroll, he sat silent and still, his head
resting on his hand and his lips still
moving soundlessiy, for several min
utes. Suddenly he looked up, quaint
CLEAN in his blue eyes, fixed on the
scout, as he asked: j.
'Had any BREAKFAST"
Coffee, sir"
"Report at the scouts mess for din
ner."
Under arrest, sir?"
'sThe dewitt No. sir; for duty!'' thun-
dered thereby. "Select the best horse
among the scouts; have him well fed,
and report here at five o'clock. Get
some sleep; you may have hard nights
work"
The scout, saluting, turned to the
door without reply. As he raised the
fly Stuart's voice added, quietly:
Recommendation will go to Rich
mond after the-after tomorrow.
Meantime, you are attached to my staff.
Lieut.. Fauntleroy."
With crimson cheeks and an audible
gasp, the boy stared at his idolized lead
er one instant. The next, he saluted
and strobe away without one word.
Sitting quite still, Stuart spread ont
the secret dispatch before him and re-
read it word by word. While he did so
swift changes swept over his face, set
Ting at length into satisfied smile, as
he folded the paper and put it in his
shirt pocket. Then, calling his orderly,
he sent for his adjutant general, that
officers prompt report finding the beau
sabreur again striding post before the
tent
Colonel" he said at once, show many
sabres can Fitz-Lee report for im1nedi-
ate duty?"
"Not over six hundred and fifty. gen.