The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-01-25

CHAPTER XIV.
RUNNING THE BLOC"
Never. since othello made his to lis
tening Desdemona, had recital
.'of hair-b-eadth 'scapes T. the imminent dead
ly breach,
OF being taken by the insolent foe,'
so moved q maiden, as when Evan
Fauntleroy told the details of his story
TO Carolyn Clay. She sat motionless,
her eyes fixed upon the glowing Goals,
her ears catching every detail, which
bore such strange and double meaning
TO her.
Faithful to the pledge given Fitz-
hugh, Evan never limited at the name OF
his rescuer, though he wondered much
that his cousin expressed no curiosity
upon that point Her face was turned
partly from him, and the excitement Of
living over those stirring scenes pre-
vented close scrutiny Of It; but even In
full light he could have read little In.
those changes sweeping across IT.
doubt, wonder, pain, contempt, each in
turn dominated by admiration-as the
boy detailed the keen wit and dauntless
nerve Of the traitor she had loved.
Had loved? As she questioned her
own heart In the quiet Of that mid
night, Carolyn Clay could scarce re-
strain the impulse TO cry out aloud her
wrath, her contempt for herself For
over every mixed and warning element
within her breast-spite Of reason, OF
self-respect, Of certainty-swept the
memory of that past, when she had not
withdrawn her hand from his-when
her plighted pledge to trust him unto
death went softly TO his ear on the
rhythm Of Lanners "Romantiker."
''There's theme for novelistl" Evan
cried, as he ended his story-"danger
and romance enough for three volumes
only lacking the lovel We must have
the love, you know. Now, II | could
only imagine my rescuer TO be my 'su-
perior officer Capt. Charlton -"
"Silence, EvanI' the girl cried, sud
denly rising and striding to the door.
81 believe you would jest over q
gravel
Over hisP Possibly, fair coz" he
laughed. But beg pardon, humbly,
for selfshness preventing question
about your own escape
She turned full to him In the fire.
!, Light, wnrring elements within making
her face hard and stern, as she
answered, slowly, half absently:
"You have no need. You know all
that-checldng herself, as avivid blush
rose to her face, and adding, quickly
''from Bessie Westchester." 10
A puzzled, doubling expression came
TO the boys frank face, Then silence;
which she broke:
"But lookl The moon Is nearly
down. We must get TO the creek. II Is
doubly important now that we get
across"
sand doubly dangerous for you,
Caro-. Had known In time that you
were here, should have crossed
above"
''Nonsensel we have shared dangers
together before; and this Is not great
The riveris clean Coma" q aroror
And, collecting their light, but most
precious baggage, the pair moved swift
ly through the night--now grown In
tensely cold-to the rush-lined banks Of
the creek, where old Pete waited with
the boat
The negro stared at Evan only an In
slant, then said, calmly: '"r'.''" F
"Goin' cross long o. you, missy?"
Eyes; my cousin, Pete. Just escaped
from Prison"
"You's fort'nit, bossy, sholyr the
black said, gravely. "Does dem dress
yo' all alailse, up dar in dey's prisonY'
And. as Evans laugh atshis own absurd
costume ring out lightly, the negro
added; Times up, missy. You and
decirc us bdssy better git aboa'd."
He had dlied the boat deep, amid
ships, with clean hay; and, notioning
them to sit In II on either side, Pete
pulled his oil cloths well about them.