Iron County register., 1893-10-19
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CHAPTER nI-CoNTINUED.
As the major hustled out Of the tent,
Miss Clay said, rather anxiously:
II can give you all the details now,
sir. The troopers will prove my state
ment."
"Um! doubtless" the general an
swered, slowly. "Will they also dis
close to me what was in"-he turned on
Evan like fash-''that paper you swal-
lowed?"
Fine cut, sir" the boy answered,
quickly but meekly; and even the grav-
ity of his peril could not restrain the
twinkle in his eye as he grimaced with
affected nausea.
A challenge without, a low reply,
and the orderly stood in tho entrance,
saluting:
1.-The guide, sir"
'Send him in at once"
A tall figure, wrapped in 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
carefully betrayed its roots scanned by
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, sir?"
The guide raised his eyes, meeting
full the mingled surprise, contempt and
hatred shot into them by the blazing
glance of Carolyn Clay. And even her
best-trained tact lost itself In the cry:
"Peyton Fitzhughr'
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 filling that tent:
''Oh, Lord! it's all out!'
But his cousins face was dark with
wrath that swept before it thought,
prudence-al save the deep contempt
quivering in each word of her retort:
ITO her own people, yes! Miss Clay
to the branded traitor Peyton Fitz-
hugh"
Rapidly the generals glance moved
from man to woman, resting sternly on
the guides face as he said:
what does all this mean? Explain,
SIR"
For a space In which one might have
told ten, no answer came. The thin,
sensitive lips twitched spasmodically;
the nervous brown hand slid beneath
the cloak, as though to grasp a 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
name?"
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,
quivering inwardly, but In calm voice,
he answered.:
"Yes, sir; know her."
''She is this lady's first cousin? Their
aunt lives in this neighborhood?" the
general querled rapidly-'lives close to
Harper's Ferry?"
''Yes, 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, Evanl Let the traitor lie
for himself"
Enough Of this! I am satisfied, Miss
Clay" the general said, decisively. II
have heard of you before. You are in
our lines under assumed name; your
escort swallowed some papers. 1
would not use rough terms, but you are
suspected as a spy. 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-Fitzhugh re-
main here"
A moment later and the cousins had
passed into the now furiously-driving
snowstorm without, Evan hustled with