Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1893-02-09
BY T. c. DE LEON.

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BY T. c. DE LEON.
fcspyrisht, 1881. by Lppincott Co. and Published
by Special Arrangement
CHAPTER III--CONTINUED.
As the major hustled out of the tent,
Miss Clay said, rather anxiously:
81 can give you all the details now.
sir. The troopers viii prove my state
ment.''
'@Uni doubtless" the general an
swered, slowly. ''Will they also dis
close to me what was in''-he turned on
Evan like fs;sh-''that paper you swal-
Iowel?''
Fine cut, SIR the boy answered,
quickly but meelzly; and even the grav-
ity of his peril could not restrain the
twinkle in his eye as he grinaced with
affected nausea.
A challenge without, q low reply,
and the orderly stood III the entrance,
saluting:
1.-The guide, SIR
Send him in az once
A tall figure, wrapped in a long cloak,
that showed beneath it only muddy
riding boots, entered the tent. The
plain felt hat he removed showed fine
black hair on his broad white forehead;
but the slim hand that smoothed it
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the red track of {. recent bullet The
features below were clear cut and high
bred, though deeply tanned from expo
sure.
The newcomer saluted. as the gen.
eral asked, quickly:
do you know any Fauntleroys here
abouts, STRIP
The guide raised his eyes, meeting
hatred shot into them by the blazing
glance of Carolyn Clay. And even her
best-trained tact lost itself in the cry:
--Pcyton Fitzhugh.''
The mans tanned face grew almost
purple in its flush, and his eyes fell be-
fore hers; but, equally surprised as her
self, he exclaimed:
Carolyn Clay!''
If ever human face spoke plain words,
that of Evan Fauntleroy cried to the
silence now filing that tent:
t'Oh, Lord! it's all out!''
But his cousins face was dark with
wrath that swept before it thought,
prndence-all save the deep contempt
quivering in each word of her retort:
Ito her own people, yesi Miss Clay
TO the branded traitor Peyton Fitz-
hughr'
Rapidly the generals glance moved
from man to woman, resting sternly on
the guides face as he said:
@sWhat does all this mean? Explain,
sir"
For space in which one might have
told ten, no answer came. The thin,
sensitive lips twitched systematically;
the nervous brown hand slid beneath
the cloak, as though to grasp weapon;
but all the while the guides flushed
face was raised full to his chiefs, his
eyes never wavering, though his breast
labored heavily once, twice.
ANSWER, sir, what is this woman's
Nance
The guide was himself again. Calmly,
respectfully, he answered, with least
possible emphasis upon the title:
This lady is Miss Carolyn Clay. OF
the Beeches, James River
do You know Miss Carrie Faunt-
leroy?''
Fitzhugh's quick glance showed him
the girl erect, with folded arms and
coldly defiant mien, Evan with down
cast face, helpless to invent aught to
stem this rushing tide of emergency.
So, ignorant of what had gone before,
quivcring inwardly, but in calm voice,
he answered:
Eyes, sir; know her.
-'.Shc is this lady's first cousin? Their
amt lives in this neighborhood?'' the
general querled rapidly-''lives close to
Harper's Ferry?'
ayes, sir; close to Harper's Ferry
mo, no: not near the" Evan broke
in, hastily; but the cold, hard ring of
Miss Clay's voice cut his disclaimer
short:
''Silence, Evan! Let the traitor lie
for himself"
Enough of this! 1 am satisfied, Miss
Clay" the general said, decisively. 81
have heard of you before. You are in
orr lines under assumed name; your
escort swallowed some papers.
would not use rough terms, but you are
suspected as spy. 1 will send you to
Washington at dawn. This soldier is
IN uniform. He will go, too; and he
may save himself by telling the truth.
Provost, separate these prisoners and
guard them securely-Eitzhugh re-
main here
A moment later and the cousins had
passed into the now DEMONSTRATING
SnOwstorm without, Evan hustled with