People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-01-20

ut is going to snow, Evan" the girl
said, abruptly. Il have felt three stray
fakes strike my nose already. If it
should"
IF it should, I'll order camp, Cousin
Caro-" the boy broke in, with a laugh.
''You shan't get your little feet wet,
even; for l promised Gen. Jeb I'd see
you safe at the Ferry or never claim a
chevron! But it can't snow! U-ugh!
it's toodeuced cold!" the youngster add
ed, throwing his cape higher about his
| ears. Don't you mind it, Cousin Caro?"
Not a Bit" the girl responded, cheer
lily. But we seem to go so slowly! Oh,
Evan, if daybreak catch us before we
make the landing, what will l do?
They expect me, over there; and if l
miss this trip, there's no knowing uhen
l can get back. And poor little Fair
fax so needs morphia and quinine; and
many another, too. Capt. Charlton
warned me"
Capt. Charlton! He's a fine mentor,
too.' Fauntleroy broke in, with vicious
dig of spurs that sent the black ahead
with a great bound. And he asked
the general for the honor of escorting
you to the feray'!" he added, pulling
the horse down to even stride again.
"a nice escort he'd be! Don't know a
foot of the road; and if a Yank popped
cap he'd be"
Your superior officer still, Private
Fauntleroy," Carolyn Clay's voice cut
in, coldly. Discipline seems lax about
cavalry headquarters, to Judge by the
way your tongue ways"
Eyes; he's my superior officer" he
sneered. ''Um! woods full of such-su-
periors."
IF discipline cannot, pray let court
esy curb your tongue. Capt. Charlton is
my friend" Miss Clay retorted, quietly.
"All righ', coz; I'm dumb" Evan
answered, again good-naturedly.
Nothing could induce me to say one
word about your friend; not even that
he's the best friend Tom Charlton
Hello! pull up, quick!' And, suiting
action to word, the cavalryman threw
his rein into his right hand, reached
with his left for the lady's bit, as he
drew his own horse almost on its
launches. But the practised horse
woman was quicker than he; and the
first glimpse Of dark shadows looming
at the roadside frightened her pull on
the bit, and the strong stride of the
roam fell into canter, a trot, then a
walk, before the clear Halt! Who
goes thar?" rang out on the night, not
six yards ahead.
"'S-sh! Let me talk" Fauntleroy
whispered softly. They're Yanksl
None of ours so high up" The horses
were at dead stand, paving.
who be We 'uns?" drawled the
sentry, now in mid-road, with musket
levelled. Answer, quick Ye'd bet
teri"
Friends, with the countersign."
cheerily responded the cavalryman, add
ing lower to his companion: ''By Jove,
there's no Yank in that tongue. Nor
China, or Pm no scout"
"Wall, dismount one fren' and vance
with the count'sign," solemnly replied
the sentry.
Evan slung himself from saddle, as
lightly as the cramp from cold per-
mitted, and strobe briskly towards the
soldier.
HALT again commanded the latter.
Lieutenant Greene, as we 'uns amt got
no count'sign on this yere picket, ye'd
better come an git it ye'self!' And the
click of the gun lock sounded clear in
the frosty air.
Steady, Munson!" called the lieu
tenant, advancing out of the shadows
at the roadside Thunder, a woman
on night like this!' he muttered
under his breath; adding aloud: "Who
are you, friends?"
private, b company, til Virginia
cavalry; attached to Gen. Stuart's
scouts" Evan replied, promptly, sure of
his man.
Have you paSses?"
The cavalrYman for reply extended a
paper, which the officer, swinging his
pocket lantern, scanned curiously, read
ing half aloud:
Miss Carolyn Clay, Of my STAFF. and her
escort, have permission to pass all posts and
pickets in this military district
~. E. B. STUART, Major General
Handing the paper back, the lieu
tenant advanced and raised his cap
courteously.
Il am Lieut.. Greene, til North Caro-
lima, of Hampton's division, Miss Claw"
he said. "An the army of northern Viz
ginla knows your name and brave deeds.
And, if am not mistaken, this is a
young scout who has already won his
spurs and the title of Fo-"
de stopped abruptly; but Evan broke
IN with a merry laugh:
Finish it! Yes, am, Fool Fauntle-
roy; but, l hope, not such a fool as I
look, sir. This is my cousin, Miss CLAY:
and we Virginians are always proud to
know Hampton's men"
Always, Mr.. Greene" Carolyn Clay
added. But why are you down so
near the river? We had no idea of meet
ing one scout, far less picket, on this
trail Is any movement expected from
Averill?"
Possibly, for aught know to the
contrary, miss" the Carolinian an
swered, quietly. "All do know is that
we were ordered on advance picket-duty
at dawn, with strict orders to respect no
passes going south. We are to have no
fires or lights; men not even to smoke"
ne added to Fauntleroy.
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