Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-09-28

regard the Palmetto boys - comrades,
known or not. Thank you sincerely
for your warning, too. Wen keep our
eyes well front, rest assured. Good-by.s
Loosing the taut rein, Miss Clay Lea
the eager roam bound forward, as Nun
son gloomily stepped out of the road
and came to a carry, like . spectral sen
try through the mist
'sNice fellow, that, Cousin Caro-"
Evan said. chirpily, as he ranged along.
side. 'All those Legion fellows are, I
guess. Hellol that Is snow, sure enough.
Felt it on my nose"
81 hope it is" the lady answered,
briefly.
ssYou do? Well that's charitable to
the poor devils on dark picket, Miss
Clay"
81 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 INV
cheek
''Enviable snow!' laughed her COM
panion. Would were flake upon
that nose, if might touch that cheekl
That's as pretty a paraphrase as Capt.
| Charlton-my superior oficer-could
make. Hello!'' he suddenly interrupted
himself, as his quick right hand whipped
q revolver from it's 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, tho
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. IF he's Yank, he's not after
US. But forewarned is forearmed."
He wheeled his horse and halted be-
hind tree, as Miss Clay, with intuitive
tactics, turned hers into the unde-brush
opposite and faced the road.
asst! coz" called the scout, in stri-
dent whisper at the shadowy shape in
the haze opposite. There's only one
of him. If he's Yanl, leave him to
me. Don't You shoot! Mammals q
widow; and you might make her an or
phan, too!''
''An right, you goose" Miss Clay
whispered back, as quietly as though
consenting to give hiDa turn in the
i german. ''When we get back to head
quarters I'll make you shoot match
with me, before the STAFF"
Listen! He's calling.-yes, calling
mel" Evan broke in. 81 wonder
what's up! It's the ieutenant's voice."
and he drew into the road, as the hoof-
beats came clearer, and the legion OFF,
Ger galloped up.
81 thought I'd visit my advance pick.
et," he said to Evan, Carolyn Clay fam
| cied trifle anxiously, 80 spurred up
to overtake you. You're both better
mounted than I; and voice carries so,
feared to yell. They may have adj
vanced since
He stopped abruptly, but not before
the girls quick perception caught the
idea
$50 you are expecting Averill?" she
said, quietly. "Let me see: he would
he be out for a raid, ne would not force
| IUdrCN Ills aOTScS OV6V SUCH TOuuSs SO we
should make the Ferry long before his
scouts could meet US. Besides, he
would take the lower road. It is better
than this trail"
'You are good soldier, Miss Clay"
the Carolinian replied, gazing through
the gloom at the cool speaker, in some
wonderment. "But Ihave never men,
toned Gen. AverilIs name: nor do
really know anything beyond my own
orders at last dawn. Your idea is not
an impossible one, for do not suppose
| the general would have sent us on q
picnic; but whom, or what, he expects
| have no knowledge"
"Averill!'' the girl answered con
fdentiy. Hunter and fitzpatrick are
| watching West Virginia-we know that
at Stuart's headquarters; also that
| Averill was closeted with the secretary
of war at Washington last Wednesday,
| and cavalry was massing at Harpers
Ferry and above on Thursday Evan.
| the scout, who had fallen to the rear a