The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-01-20

Mchees anu IN EoAcn1nB bn0 Yaitey
found myself in Frank Brent's hands.
My cousin had boen dead for month,
but Brent forged the letter so as to trap
me. But the end is not yet" And
Howard Scott's eyes flashed and he be-
gan biting his mustache.
felt too much Inundated to tell my
friend of the part believed this same
old Mckee played in my capture; but
did explain my own situation, and as
serted my belief that II Frank Brent
were hanged / should be treated In the
same way by the Confederate authori-
ties.
They've condemned Sawyer and
Flynn TO death, but the two men are
hero in Libby. Let them begin the re-
taliation, Captain Watts, and they'll
soon learn that that is game two can
play at"
"But what good will that do me after
1 am hangedP" asked.
Howard put both arms around my
neck and whispered:
Don't lose heart, old fellow; IL they
don't hang you mighty soon I'll show
you the road out of Libby and lead you
on the Trail 10 Ir6edOmp
The moro tried to get the Lieuten-
ant to explain the more mysterious he
became, till at length, TO avoid my i'm
portunities, he called stranger, intro
duoed me and turned away.
This stranger was Colonel di Cesncla,
of the Fourth New York Cavalry, q
handsome, dark-faced man. who was
distinguished from every other officer
in prison by the fact that he wore
warm, blue cavalry tunio trimmed with
fur. Tho Colonel was explaining to me
that this most desirable garment had
been received under flag OF truce, when
suddenly it seemed that every man in
prison began shouting my name.
Captain Wattsl Captain Wattsl Cap
tain Harry Wattsl''
sit Is evident you are wanted by the
prison authorities" explained Colonel
di Cesnola.
Acting on his direction, made my
way to the head of the stairs leading
down 20 the prison office. Here found
Little Ross, and on making myself
known, he said:
Captain, they want you downstairs. "
"Who wants me?" asked, and I felt
chill that was not produced by the
cold wind.
"All know, sir. is that Adjutant La
touche told me to find you," replied
Ross, and he trotted ahead, keeping
close behind.
At the foot Of the stairs found Adju-
tant Latouche, stout, middle-aged
man, with an air of good living about
him that was In striking contrast with
the faces of my friends upstairs.
"This way, Captain Watts, this way,
SIR" called out Latouche, as soon as
came In sight.
followed him into the prison office,
where / found Major Turner, cold and
severe looking, General Wtnder, old,
bearded and bluff. and handsome man
in citizens dress, who learned was the
private secretary of the Confederate
President.
General Winder motioned me to aseat
In front of the trio, then said:
I'VE send a flag of truce down the
river tomorrow, and with It goes de-
| mand Tor tho release Of Captain Frank
Brent. Now, an old acquaintance Of
yours, who Is on visit to the Presi-
dent, assures me that you will tell the
truth about Brent's case, and wish 10
| hear 1t"
"Who is the man who knows me so
well?" asked.
General John @. breckenridge, y re-
piled General Winder.
Without any hesitation / told my con-
neotion with Frank Brent's case, from
the time received his sisters letter
till the hour of my capture. Nor did
conceal from those present the great
secret Of my interest.
II believe your story" said General
Winder, when had concluded; "but.
under the circumstances, you are the
very best man to be held as Q hostage
for Brent, and Commissioner ould, with
whom talked about 1t this morning
agrees with me. For the present you
can remain with the other prisoners, but
the news OF Captain Brent's execution
will be followed by your Immediate re-
movnl. That is all.n
General Winder bowed, and Little
Ross led me back up the prison stairs.
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