Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1893-01-19

better come an git it ye'self.' And the
click of the gun lock sounded clear in
the frosty air.
STEADY, Munson!' called the lieu
tenant, advancing out of the shadows
at the roadside. Thunder, q woman
on q night like this!'' he muttered
under his breath; adding aloud: s'Who
are you, friends?"
''Private, b company, til Virginia
cavalry; attached to Gen. Stuart's
scouts Evan replied, promptly, sure of
his man.
Have you passes?''
The cayalryman for reply extended 4
paper, which the officer, swinging his
pocket lantern, scanned curioUsly, read
| ing half aloud:
Miss Carolyn Clay, Of my staff and her
escort, have permission to pass all posts and
! pclsets in this military district.
u. E. 3. STUART, Major General"
Handing the paper back, the lieu
| tenant advanced and raised his cap
| courteously.
81 am Lieut.. Greene, til North Caro-
| lima, of Hampton's division, Miss Clay
he said. ''All the army of northern Vir-
| ginia knows your name and brave deeds.
| And, if I 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, l am, Fool Fauntle-
| roy; but, l hope, not such q fool as
look, sir This is my cousin, Miss Clay;
| and we Virginians are always proud to
know Hampton's 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
Averil1?''
Possibly, for aught 1 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 no
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 I drop you at the river,
Cousin Caro-
| 1.-THE river! You are bound across,
Miss Clay?" the Carolinian asked anx-
bodybuilding, quickly: Pardon my
unsoldierly question"
81 am trying to make Beckley's Land
| ing in time to catch the boat across, to-
| night" the girl answered, frankly. Il
have young brother slowly dying in
Richmond for want of medicine and
tonics; and l am going to bring them
over to him, if God lets mer'
| mount. Mr.. Fauntleroy,' the officer
ordered, briefly. Il am but delaying
you, Miss Clay; and You have many a
| mile to cover in the next two hours. l
said knew nothing beyond my orders;
all soldier has the right to know. But
any reasoning creature may think,
i suppose; and / do think, Mr. Scout, you
had best be very watchful as you near
the Ferry My picAets run to Grantley's;
one at the fork roads; the othe--the
| advance-at Gresham's farm. That far
he paused and whispered a 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
shake hands with you? All our corps
honors your bravery and regards you
as conrade
| Surely you may And Carolyn Clay
| frankly extended the little gauntlet
over the neck OF her paving roam. 1--WE