The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-11-23
Eyes, sir; close to Harper's Ferry"

mo, no; not near the" Evan broke
in, hastily; but the cold, hard ring of
Miss Clay's voice cut his disclaimer
short:
"Silence, Evani Let the traitor lie
for himself"
Enough Of thisl am satisfied, Miss
Clay" the general said, decisively. 81
have heard Of you before. You are in
our lines under assumed name; your
escort swallowed some papers.
would not use rough terms, but you are
suspected as spy. will send you to
Washington at dawn. This soldier is
In uniform. He will go, too; and he
may save himself by telling the truth.
Provost, separate these prisoners and
guard them securely-Fitzhugh, re-
main here"
A moment later and the cousins had
passed into the now furiously-driving
snowstorm without, Evan hustled with
scant ceremony to the guard-fre, Miss
Clay guided by the provost-marshal
himself to a solitary hut across the
road, half hidden in trees, but fast
whitening under soft flakes caught by
It into drift. The major hustled about
the mouldy little room with the politico-
military punctilio Of fresh soldier,
swinging his lantern up to the one win
dow to inspect its security, trying the
creaking wooden latch Of the door, and
swearing, not inaudibly, at the nimble
soldier trying to blow the wet and
smoking brush, piled upon the crazy
hearth, into blaze.
Rather an awkward fix you're in,
fear, miss" he said, at length, turning
to Miss Clay. circumstances certainly
seem dead against you. OF course /
can't answer certainly for the general
but should have this matter fully in
vestigated. l should send you to the
old capitol for court martial. We are in
the enemy's country, you see; and the
safety Of the whole command, no less
than the honor of the flag, demands full
investigation of your reasons for assum.
ing name. AS for your young man,
he certainly swallowed something; and l
can testify, in person, that he almost
assaulted me in his effort to prevent
capture Of dangerous dispatches. You
will be under close guard until daylight,
miss; but will await further instruc-
tions before disposing of you finally.
should try and make yourself perfectly
comfortable. Confound you, Lynch
you've filed the room with smokep'
A fit of coughing cut off the military
stump-speaker, and he stepped outside
for lengthy instructions to the sentry,
already pacing his post before the hut.
The girl had dropped listlessly on the
one rickety stool in the room, seemingly
as oblivious to cold and to danger as to
the majors stream Of talk She was
very pale, but two red disks burned in
the rounded cheeks, her lissome figure
dropping and her gauntleted hands
resting carelessly in her lap. Only the
face moved, its gray eyes intent on va
cancy, but deepening in color as swift
thoughts chased each other through her
brain. Sometimes the lips moved
soundlessly, the color deepening in her
cheeks and her head half erecting, only
TO droop again upon her bosom.
Not one word of reply came to the
busting majors rigmarole, and If the
girl even heard his words they con-
veyed no sense to her. Only did she
start from deep revery when the Irish
trooper, rising from his knees, said,
cheerily:
"Bedadl but there's n darlin' av a
blazel Bad luck to the broosh, but it's
blowed me out enthierlyl Kape up yer
sperrits, missl Theirs tn blanket TO
ldver ye from tn cowld an ye'd better
catch wink Of shape, fur yen be
called early, Dim belavin'. Niver fear,
darlin'," he added, lower, "oi'm fey
ther myself, an OF know tn failin's av
q dochter. Bad cess TO the majors
tonguep - his voice fell TO a whisper
"he's maxim av II woorse fur We, whin
It's hard enough, shurel Good night,
miss; an don't lit the fire go low.
Plisant dhrames!"
THANK your the girl answered, with
deep breath, that was less sigh than
half-awakening. "You are very good.
Who is the generals guide"
"'Tention, Lynchl" sounded the ma
jor's voice from without cease talk
ing with the prisoner! | cannot inn
press you men with the fact that no
soldier should talk, under any circum-
stances, And you should learn from me
that"
Then the voice died away on the night
wind, leaving the snow-mufiled tramp
of the sentry for sole companion TO the
girls thoughts