The Portland daily press., 1892-09-15

GTdy, a DEdUJITUI VITgILIGU FIT,
the Gray mansion from General Stuart's Con-
federate headquarters, after q thrilling expert
ence in which Peyton Fitzhugh, Virginian in
the Federal service, therefore Carolyn's re-
jected and deSpised lover, saved her from being
held as Il spy. Carolyn has obtained medicine
for her sick brother, and is waiting the favor
able moment to pass the blockade and get
South. Peyton Fitzhugh is in Baltimore, much
distruSted.
IA. While Carolyn is still detained, rebel
prisoners are marched through Baltimore.
15. Carolyn's cousin, Evan Fauntleroy is
discovered among them.
The girl raised to his large, 1ustrous
! eyes, humid with piteous observation
as she said:
mot in reason, but in common hui
mainly, ask this one, Gen. Baldwin,
Never before had the petted belle
strfven to throw so much of glamour
into her glance on favored partner in
Che dance, or best parti at watering
place, as now was given that gray
haired, oldsoadier.
"Wel1, miss, think you may safely
ask" he answered, with kindly smile
and lifting his pluned hat. ''You do
not look as If you could asls anything
very dreadful"
"Then can we not have permission to
give these poor fellows bread and
coffee during their halt9" Spite Of her
trained tact, the woman'sshps trembled
with anxiety as they formed thephea.
''Umi There should be no conmuni-
cation between prisoners and citizens, -
the soldier answered, gravely. s'Lseui-
ency has been SO often abused Of hate,
that + issued verystrict orders"
/ 'But you can stretch them g. little,
sjnst .ti1issonce," shepleaded. eagerly.
+! ''My dear young lady," the answer
came seriously, almost stern1y-"who
can tell but the simple kindness might
Fbeabused again? fear Z must"
t'But' were I your daughter, instead Cd
yor old comrades" she urged, quick.
~. 'Tf you had arson-therea''
II had one son." the veteran said,
SLOWLY, but hisaips trembled-'+a gallana
boy, who saeeps.at Cemetery Hill"
| he turned his face aside; but the
Eca1ance shot had gone to his heart.
Turning calmly to the girl, he added,
gently:
'sFor his memory-for that 81, Mexico
i win grant your request. Eieuten.
ant, order the captain of the guard"
'eHeis here, SIR" The juninrspassed
to . the rear as the captain halted,
.satutihg grimIy, with a scowf with any
thing but kindness in IL towards his
charges, asthe general saids
''Captain, instruct your guand, detail
to perrnitfhe 'ladies-only the 1adtes-
to sewe.food to the MISUNDERSTANDING the
halt"
''My orders ase very strfct, general, =
the officer demurred, ''from my ooAunea,
in writing
"Let meseethems sf," Very. differ
lent was the tone from tha4 the veteran
Ehadsused to the girl. (Which is your
;;reginent, STRIP
| llHundred and til Indiana, SIR
Col. Funliitttt, - the captain answered,
extending a paper drawn from. his belt.
! Casting his eye over it, the general
imnttered totliinself:
'.Af1.-I thoughtso; newer been.Ao the
'front.' 1Jnaa my own, ORDERS" Then, he
hastily .penciieds across tine paper: cab
srogated for thirty, minutes, st Baltimore
only, at Ga. m, December 8, 1861
Baldwin, max generaAe commanding. I"
! Handing IL back without a word 70
the guard connmsnder be turned again
10 the girl with lifted hat:
! # gfantsyourreques Miss Westcfes-
&erAfor memoryss sake and your own.
Thirty mffnutesmin be allowed, 10 the
ladies' only
| sOh, sthasz1asyoui thanlsyunsecm much,
generaIp' his girl cried; and fhepa7ttle
band went tus, warmly 10 the tall sol
aiersa Heatofe of his Eight, gauntlet
and took itggenSly ID his own. as he
tstooped from. thessaddle. and sdded,
towers sss}
"It isHscaroeay diycapaine, Miss Bessie;
hutis can do no harm, and your own
honest face, pour fetheres name, guar
antes ME thai it viii not be abusei."
A scarlet food dyed the girls face.
and eyesfeu beneath the grave, far
therly regard of the old soldier, as he
released her hand and moved slowly on.
Then shs flew to the sidewalk to give
the joyous tiidings tonotherend friends,
not emitting another meaning glance at
Evan Tauntleroy
As Gen. Bald~ip's eyes turned to that
group ofswaitfng men andwonen, they
encountered a glowing pair Of Black
ones fixed steadily upon him, their own
or standing directly behind Mrs. Gilmor
Gray, and wrapped in a heavy, dark
ulster. A light of recognition passed
over the generals face, and he made
movement to check his horse. seeming
about to speak. But the other man,
with very slightest shake of his head.
put his finger carelessly upon his lip,
and the federal communicable lool1of
recognition on his face changing to
one of contempt-turned his eyes
toward the prisoners once more, riding
slowly onward. AS he passed out Of
view, his mute interiocutor raised his
hat gracefully, saying over that lady's
shoulder.
"a very sad spectacle, my dear Mrs.
Gray!'
Turning quickly at the words, the
matron started as her glance encoun-
tered the placid one of Peyton Fitz-
hugh.
"a piteous spectacle, indeed" she be
ran. earnestly; but her younger Gaugh-