Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-11-23

covering her wonder if he had caught
her signals to Evan by directions to the
bearers of the coffee-tins.
There was general movement by tie
women, as news of the merciful order
spread, Mrs. Gray and Miss Westcheste,
already near the line.
|. Poor young devill He looks so
deuced cold" he said, distinctly.
stop, Miss Bessie. Here, give HIM
this"
AS she turned in surprise, Bessie
Westchester saw his tall figure clad in
a light wallzing-suit, his hand extend
ing to her the warm ulster, as he added,
meaningly: Not from me, of course;
from yourself. He will prize it more,
that way, and be more careful of it
than of his life and liberty"
Strangely enough, the graceful man
was SO awkward that he dropped the
heavy coat, as the girl hesitated; but
when he raised it her quick ear caught,
from lips that scarce moved, the hurried
whisper:
''Inside pocket-warn hin-danger-
Gus paper-eXtremc caution!'
With brain whirling from excitement
and conjecture, with no time to think,
the girl took the coat. And ere she could
form one word of query-not direct
enough for exposure if overheard-Fitz-
hugh had moved rapidly away.
A moment later, matron and maid,
rebel sympathizer and union loyalist
alike, were close at the long line of
captives, eager for warm drink and
food-more eager still for kindly word
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home!
Strong food and steaming coffee, del
icacies and warm wraps, were urged
upon the needy men, their guards stand.
ing grim but not unsympathetic, as they
warned back those pressing too far be-
You'd their line.
THANK you, miss, from my hearth
Evan Fauntleroy said, chcerily, as he
drained his second cup of coffee and
nunched rapidly on third buttermillz
biscuit. ''Ill never forget your face
your goodness to a stranger
''Flattering, that! I owe you one,
Mr.. Evan Fauntleroy! IT'S not often
that gentlemen who have danced with
Bessie Wcstchester forget her COM
pletely," the girl retorted' with a
bright smile and mock courtesy
that brought grin to the stolid
face Of the sentry at her elbow. But
the meaning in the eyes she fixed on the
youths belied her levity; and again the
dark arched eyebrows spoke almost as
plainly as words had done a quick cau-
ton to his sense trained in peril of the
border. He knew some meaning would
underlic her words, and his brain grew
alert to unravel it.
''Your pretty cousin Carolyn is so close
a friend to me, Mr.. Fauntleroy, that she
shall send you message to mend your
memory" Bessie ran on, glibly enough,
but with heart in her very throat, lest
she might say too much. ''We were
talking of you, only this morning. She
is looking so veI!-so contented-now.
would not let her come out; there was
too much risk-from the cold. But,
had she dreamed you were here, she
would have sent-indeed, you hay really
acccpt-her messages of love and cheer
me. She leaves for the north,
Gerry soon, to visit her mother and broth
err. He has been very sick, but is better
now. I know that you are glad that
she took no risk-fron the weather.
even if yon miss seeing her. Perhaps
the girls glance emphasized
her words strongly and her brows
moved slightly-"she may be looking
at you from some window, now"
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