The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-10-19


at is going to snow, Evan, the girl
said, abruptly. ~ have felt three stray
flakes strike my nose already. If it
should"
"If it should, I'll order a camp, Cousin
Caro-" the boy broke in, with laugh.
"You shan't get your little feet wet,
even; for l promised Gen. Jeb I'd see
you safe at the Ferry or never claim q
chevron! But it can't snowl U-ughl
it's too deuced coldp' the youngster add
ed, throwing his cape higher about his
ears. Don't you mind it, Cousin Caro%
mot bitr' the girl responded, cheer
lily. "But we seem to go so SLOWLY Oh,
Evan, if daybreak catch us before we
make the landing, what will / do?
They expect me, over there; and if
miss this trip, there's no knowing When
can get back. And poor little Fair
fax so needs morphia and quinfne; and
many another, too. Capt. Charlton
warned me"
"Capt. Charltonl He's fine mentor,
toor' Fauntleroy broke in, with a vicious
dig of spurs that sent the black ahead
with great bound. "And he asked
the general for the honor of escorting
you to the feray" he added, pulling
the horse down to even stride again.
"a nice escort he'd bel Don't know q
foot of tho road; and II Yanlk popped
a cap he'd be-"
"Your superior officer still, Private
Fauntleroy," Carolyn Clay's voice cut
in, coldly. Discipline seems lax about
cavalry headquarters, TO judge by the
way your tongue wags."
"Yes; he's my superior officer" he
sneered. "Uml woods full of 8uch-su-
periors."
'If discipline cannot, pray let court
esy curb your tongue. Capt Charlton is
my friend" Miss Clay retorted, quietly.
"All righ', COZ; Pm dumb" Evan
answered, again good-naturedly.
Nothing could induce me to say one
word about your friend; not even that
he's the best friend Tom Charlton
Hello! pull up, quick" And, suiting
action to word, the cavalryman threw
his rein into his right hand, reached
with his left for the lady's Bit as he
drew his own horse almost on its
launches. But the practised horse
woman was quicker than he; and the
first glimpse of dark shadows looming
at the roadside frightened her pull on
the bit, and the strong stride of the
roam fell into canter, a trot, then q
walk, before the clear "Haltl Who
goes thar?" rang out on the night, not
six yards ahead.
"S-shl Let me talk" Fauntleroy
whispered softly. They're Yanksl
None of ours so high up" Tho horses
were at n dead stand, paving.
who be ye 'uns?" drawled the
sentry, now in mid-road, with musket
levelled. Answer, quickl Ye'd bet
teri"
Friends, with the countersign, {"
checrily responded the cavalryman, add
ing lower to his companion: by Jove,
there's no Yank in that tongue. Nor
China, or I'm no scout"
"Wall, dismount one fren' and vance
with the count'sign," solemnly replied
the sentry.
Evan slung himself from saddle, as
lightly as the cramp from cold per-
mitted, and strobe briskly towards the
soldier.
"llaltl" again commanded the latter.
Lieutenant Greene, Us we 'uns amt got
no countsign on this yere picket, ye'd
better come an git II ye'selfl" And the
click Of the gun lock sounded clear in
the frosty air.
STEADY, Munsonl" called the lieu
tenant, advancing out Of the shadows
at the roadside. Thunder, q woman
on q night like thisW he muttered
under his breath; adding aloud: "Who
are you, friendsY'
"Private, b company, -th Virginia
cavalry; attached TO Gen. Stuart's
scouts" Evan replied, promptly, sure Of
his man.
Have you passes2"
The csvalryman for reply extended q
paper, which the officer, swinging his
pocket lantern, scanned curiously, read
ing half aloud: .
escort, have permission 10 pass all posts and
pickots In this military district
~. Il. h SrvAn1. Major Genoral.-
Handing the paper back, the Leu
tenant advanced End raised his cap
courteously.
81 am Lieut. Greene, --th North Caro-
lima, Of Hampton's division. Afiss Clay"
he said. "All the army Of northern Vir-
ginia knows your name and brave deeds.
And, II am not mistaken, this In o
young scout who has already won his
spurs and the title Of Fo--"
He stopped abruptly; but Evan broke
In with q merry laugh;
Finish Ill Yes, am, Fool Fauntle-
roy; but, hope, not suoh q fool as /
look, sir. This Is my cousin, Miss Clay;
and we virginians are always proud 10
know Hampton's mon"
"Always, Mr.. Greene" Carolyn Clay
added. "But why are you down so
near the river2 We had no idea Of meet
ing one scout, far less o picket, on this
trail Is any movement expected from
AverillP" .----.--.-,
Possibly, fos aught l know to the
contrary, miss" the carolinian an
swered, quietly. "AllI do know Is that
we were ordered on advance piclset-duty
atdawn, with strict orders 30 respect no
passes ootrg soutA We arc 70 have no
fires or lights; men not even 70 smoke"
he pdded,to Fauntloroy. ,sF
.'6omething'sup, then, beyond doubAr
the scout answered "Nfarse Bob don't
play freeze with his boys. this time q
year, for fun. I'll huntit upon my own