People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-01-27
BY 7. C. DE LEON.


copyright, 1891, by J. B Lippncott Co. and Published
by Special Arrangement
CHAPTER I.-CoNTINUED
"And only reason" Miss Clay came
70 the rescue, that the general would
not have let me come, unwarned, had
ne really looked for a raid from the
river"
when did this scout Capers come IMP"
the Carolinian asked, suddenly.
Yesterday at six, sir" Fauntleroy
answered
And your pass is dated yesterday,
Miss Clay" Greene replied.
81 got it at noon," the girl answered;
adding quickly, as though to avoid
shadow of suspicion of her hero: 1.-THE
general was not in camp when we left.
He and his chief rode off with Capers an
hour after his return"
The snow was beginning to fall more
rapidly now, though not yet a decided
storm. They came suddenly round a
bend in the road; one misty shadow
crossed the gray-gleaming haze before
them, sudden change of arms,-and
the officer spurred ahead as the chal-
lenge rang out Greene bent over his
horses neck, quickly replied to the SER
geant, and next moment the little party
was gallOping by, the flakes falling
crisp and cold, but more rapidly now,
and Evan, soldier-like, again dropping
to the rear.
What sort of horse did General
Stuart ride?" Greene asked, suddenly,
breaking silence.
"A heavy chestnut with white name
and tail" Miss Clay answered.
And the chief of staff rode a big
bay" the Carolinian added. Those
horses were in front of Gen. Hampton's
tent when ! went for final instructions
from Col Fraser this morning. Faunt-
leroy, turned in his saddle as the
scout drew up, speaking less Familiarity,
and with authority in the tone, "a half
mile beyond is my advance post. How
many miles further lies your Ferry ?''
Seven, sir" the scout replied,
promptly.
"Uml not an hours spin. Keep your
eyes about you, then. There mag be
strangers on the road Miss Clay would
prefer not to meet"
''All right, sir" Evan replied, conf
IDENTITY. I'VE both have good eyes,
know every foot of the road, and both
horses have good wind. We're as good
at running as at fighting, sir. But
thank you all the same"
And again the scout fell to the rear:
and the silence of night was unbroken,
save by ftful gusts of river wind that
cracked the leaheSs trees. SO, for sew
eral minutes, the two dashed ahead.
the ground rising into higher bluffs,
and the road widening as the woods
opened more. And as the river wind
gained freer play about the chilled
riders it sent the snowfalles about their
heads softer, larger AID in dizzier whirl.
coating the ground lightly, though not
enough to muille the hoofs ringing in
unison on the hard clay.
'Pull up!" the officer cried, suddenly:
and, as the other horses fell into slow
canter at the command, he touched his
own with the spur and turned from the
open road into clump of trees on the
hilltop The quick ears behind him
caught the ring of arms brought to a
ready" then quickly back to a carry, ="
as he reappeared.
This ends my line" he said to Faun-
tleroy. But I'll ride bit further with
you, Miss Clay, and take look up the
road"
On again in silence for one mile-two
three. Then the Carolinian, with evil
dent reluctance, drew rein.
81 can 60 no further. " he said. Good
by, Miss Clay; and God speed your mis-
sion! | only hope | may be again on
picket when you come back with the
medicines and" he paused an instant,
adding, significantly 1.-The news.
Good-by, Mr.. Fauntlerov, and good luck
to you" Then, with parting grasp Of
the hand to each, the officer wheeled
his horse and galloped back, as the
venturesome cousins sped away, far be-
Yond the confederate lines.