Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1893-03-16

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 the
women, as news of the merciful order
spread Mrs. Gray and Miss Westchester
already near the line.
Poor young devil! He looks so
deuced coId,'' 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 him-danger-
Gus paper-extreme 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 loyaist
| alike, We're close at the long line OF
captives, eager for warm drink and
| food-more eager still for kindly word
| and touch of gentle hand; and bring back
-homei
| Strong food and stearning 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-
yond their line.
THANK you, miss, from my hearth
Evan Fauntleroy said, cheerily, as he
drained his second cup of coffee and
munched rapidly on third buttermilk
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 Westchester forget her COM
| pletely," the girl retorted with a
bright smile and mock courtesy
! that brought a 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 eau
ton to his sense trained in peril of the
border. He knew some meaning would
underie her words, and his brain grew
alert to unravel it.
Your pretty cousin Carolyn is so close
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. Eve We're
talking of you, only this morning. She
is looking so well-so contented-now., /
would not let her come out; there was
too much risl1-from the cold. But,
had she dreamed you were here, she
| would have sent-indeed, you may really
occept-her messages of love and cheer
through me. She leaves for the north,
ceyy soon, to visit her mother and broth
er. He has been very sick, but is better
now. I know that you are glad that
i she took no rislz-from the weather
even if you miss seeing her. Perhaps"
again 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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