The Portland daily press., 1892-08-26
A FAIR BLOCKADE BREAKER.
BY T. G. De Leon.


,sneered. Gum! woods full of sucs-su-
periors."
+. '.If discipline cannot, pray let court
esq curb your tongue. Capt. Charlton is
my friend" Miss Clay retorted, quietly.
: Gan righ', coz; I'm 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, quiclzl'' And, suiting
action to word, the caTalryman threw
his rein into his right hand, reached
with his left for the lady's bit, as he
drew his own horse almost on it's
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 q canter, trot, then a
walk, before the clear s'Halt! Who
goes thar?' rang out on the night, not
six yards ahead.
"'S-shl Let me talk" Fauntleroy
whispered softly. They're Yanls!
None of ours so high up" The horses
were 6O d 0Cdu cubliNt, p6W1ASs
'sWho be We 'uns?" drawled the
sentry, now in mid-road, with musl<et
llevelled. ANSWER, quick! Yed bet
teri"
Friends, with the countersign, !"
cheerily responded the cavalryman, add
ing lower to his companion: 'tBy 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.
"Haltr'' again commanded the latter.
Lieutenant Greene, as we 'uns amt got
no count'sign on this yere picket, ye'd
better come an git it ye'self!' And the
click of the gun lock sounded clear in
the frosty air.
STEADY, Munson!'' called the leu
tenant, advancing out of the shadows
at the roadside Thunder. woman
on a night like this!'' he muttered
under his breath; adding aloud: ''Who
are you, friends9"
private, B company, til Virginia
cavalry; attached to Gen Stuart's
scouts" Evan replied, promptly. sure Of
his man.
Have you passes?
The caval1yman for reply extended
paper, which the officer, swinging his
pocket lantern, scanned curiously, read
ing half aloud:
'sMiss Carolyn Clay, Of my staff. and her
escort, have permission to pass all posts and
pickets In this military district
81. E. B. STUART, Major General"
Handing the paper back, the lieu
tenant advanced and raised his cap
courteously.
ST am Lieut. Greene, til North Caro-
lima, of Hampton's division, Miss Clay"
he said. Gail the army of northern Vir-
ginia knows your name and brave deeds.
And, if II am not mistaken, this is a
young scout who has already won his
spurs and the title of Fo-" =
He stopped abruptly; but Evan broke
in with merry laugh:
"Finish it! Yes, am, Fool Fauntle-
roy; but, hope. not such fool as I
look, sir. This is my cousin, Miss Clay;
and we virginians are always proud to
know Hampton's men"
always, Mr.. Greene" Carolyn Clay
added. ''But why are you down 30
near the river? We had no idea of meet
ing one scout, far less picket, on this
trail. Is any movement expected from
Averill?'
Possibly, for aught know to the
contrary, miss" the Carolinian an
swered, quietly. SAN I do know is that
we were ordered on advance piolret-duty
atdawn, with strict orders to respect no
passes going soysA We are to have no
fires or lights; men not even to smoke"
be added to Fauntleroy.
Something up; then, beyond doubt"
the scout answered. "Marse Bob don't
play freeze with his boys, this time O.
year, for fun. I'll hunt it up on my own
account, when drop you at the river,
Cousin Caro-"
1.-THE river! You are bound across,
Miss ClayP' the Carelinian asked anx-
iously,-adding, quickly: Pardon my
unsoldierly question"
ri am trying to make Beckley's Land
ing in time to catch the boat across, to-
night" the girl answered, frankly. II
have young brother slowly dying in
Richmond for want Of medicine and
tonics; and I am going to bring them
over to him. if God lets mel"
,. ITO BE CONTINUED