San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-01-13

utand1ng Gne paper uacK, Une neu-
'tenanS advanced and raised his cap
,courteously.
II am Liezt Greene, til North Caro-
lima, of Hampton's division, Miss Clay"
he SAID. "AAl the army of northern Vir-
,ginia 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-"
He stopped abruptly; but Evan broke
in with merry laugh:
Finish it! Yes, 1 am, Fool Fauntle-
roy; but, hope, not such a fool as I
look, sir. This is my cousin, Miss Clay
and we Virginians are always proud to
know Hamptons 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 I 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 nc
passes going south. We are to have no
fires or lights; men not even to smoke"
he added to Fauntleroy.
Something's up; then, beyond doubt"
the scout answered. "Marse Bob don't
play freeze with his boys, this time O.
year, for fun. I'll hunt it up on my own
account, when / drop you at the river.
Cousin Caro-"
THE river! You are bound across,
Miss Clay?" the Carolinian asked anx-
iously,-adding, quickly: Pardon my
unsoldierly question"
Il am trying to make Beckley's Land
ing in time to catch the boat across, to-
night" the girl answered, frankly. Il
have a young brother slowly dying in
Richmond for want of medicine and
tonics; and 1 am Going to bring them
over to him, if God lets me!'
mount, Mr.. Fauntleroy," the officer
ordered, briefly. 81 am but delaying
you, Miss Clay; and you have many
mile to cover in the next two hours. l
said l knew nothing beyond my orders;
all a soldier has the right to know. But
any reasoning creature may think, l
suppose; and / do think, Mr.. Scout, you
had best be very watchful as you near
the Ferry My piclzetsrun to Grantley's;
one at the fork roads; the other-the
advance-at Gresham's farm. That far"
he paused and whispered word in the
scouts ear this parole will pass you
safely. After that, your own eyes and
horses legs must do the rest. Good
night and good fortune, Miss Clay"
He hesitated an instant. MAY l
shake hands with you? All our corps
honors your bravery and regards you
as comrade
"Surely you may And Carolyn Clay
frankly extended the little gauntlet
over the neck of her paving roam. 1--WE
regard the Palmetto boys as comrades,
known or not. Thank you sincerely
for your warning, too. Well keep our
eyes well front, rest assured. Good-by."
Lposing the taut rein, Miss Clay let
the eager roam bound forward, as Mum
son gloomily stepped out of the road
and came to a carry, like spectral SEN
try through the mist.
Mice fellow, that, Cousin Caro-"
Evan said. chirpily, as he ranged along
side. "All those Legion fellows are, l
guess. Hello! that is snow, sure enough.
Felt it on my nose"
81 hope it is" the lady answered,
briefly.
"You do? Well that's charitable to
the poor devils on dark picket, Miss
Clay"
II had forgotten Them" the girl re-
piled. 81 was only thinking that it
would moderate in snow, and then the
river would not freeze before l could
get back Yes; that is snow; one-two
-three-a dozen flakes have struck my
check"
"Enviable.snow!" laughed her COM
panion. "Would | were a flake upon
that nose, if l might touch that cheek!
That's as pretty paraphrase as Capt.
Charlton-my superior Officer-could
make. Hello!" he suddenly interrupted
himself, as his quick right hand whipped
a revolver from its holster and his left
pulled the black down to a slow canter;
we're followed! Lieut.. Greene said he
didn't know"
He turned in his saddle, bending low
over the crup to listen intently, the
click of the pistol lock sounding sharp
on the air. The girl steadied her horses
stride with easy pull of her left hand,
and her right also slipped revolver
from the holster at her pommel.
Pursuing hoofs certainly rang out
from the frozen road behind, drawing
nearer and nearer.
There's only one" Evan whispered,
quietly. eff he's Yank, he's not after
us But fnre1Narned is fnrearmed -