The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1893-01-05

/ Wy "dIIlllS sections.
Less marked in outer seeming. Will.
no less type, was her COMPANION.
young vigorous and gallant of mien
ABOVE his rough gray coat and coarse
Drown shirt. For Evan Fauntlerov
IKE many another, had left the luxury
Oh the old homestead, to cast his lot as
private soldier under the guidon Of
the Black Horse" Goodness in peril
punctuated by two bad wounds before
ms nineteenth birthday had gained the
boy no higher promotion than favorite
scout to that blond-bearded cavalier
who was his idol, Jeb Stuart.
1T is going 10 snow. Evan" the GIRL
SAID abruptly. Il have felt three stray
makes strike my nose already. If it
! should"
III 1t should, III ordera camp, Cousin
caro- the boy broke in. with a laugh.
You shant get your little feet wet.
even for ! promised Gen. Jeb I'd see
/ You safe at the Ferry or never claim n
chevron! But it can't snow! U-urh,
it's too deuced cold" the youngster add
ed throwing his cape higher about his
ears. Don't You mind it, Cousin Caro?"
Not bit.' the girl responded, cheer
ily But we seem to 60 so slowly. Oh,
Evan, if daybreali catch us before we
make the landing, what will | do?
| lhey expect me, over there; and if I
miss this trip, there's no knowing ,rhen
| 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 n,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 Yank popped
cap he'd be"
Your superior officer still, Private
Fauntlcroy," 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
l
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-naturcdly.
Nothing could induce me to say one
word about your friend; not even that
l,n'e hN
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, 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 Yanks!
None of ours So high up" The horses
were at a dead stand, paving.
"Who be We 'uns?" drawled the
sentry, now in mid-road, with musket
levelled. answer, quick! ie'd bet
terri
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 I'm 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.
s'Halt! again commanded the latter
ssI ,eftenant 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 a. H..
tenant, advancing out of the shadows
NJ the roadside. Thunder, woman
On a night like this" he muttered
under his breath; adding aloud: "Who
are you, friends?" With
"Private, B company, -th virginia
cavalry; attached to Gen. stuarts
scouts" Evan replied, promptly, eof
his man.
"Have you passesT
The cavalryman for reply extended a
,aner. which the officer, swinging his
Docket lantern, scanned curiously, read
ng half aloud; ,,
,soort have permission 20 pass all posts ana
tickets 40 this military district
~. Il. ID STUART Major General
Handing he paper back, the lieu
.snant advanced and raised his cap