The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-01-11

an shpeed yer thrick, Misther Will; but
kin niyver tech--thot"
Certainly you can'tl Forgive my
awlswardGess, Mary" Mckee cried,
with a deep blush, invisible under his
pigment But it YVES not intended for
pay only little present Anyway, |
shall remember your help and trust
your loyalty always"
| lie shook hands again with tho wom-
an, who paused in the doorway TO say:
"Thim pocl,its be dape, Masther Car
roll; an tn nights cowld. Ye'd bether
be putin flask O. summat in EN-. 1t
won't be the first, perhaps; an it'll be
naded, beyant."
Damned II she hasn't longer head
and truer heart than most men" Mer-
edith exclaimed, as the door closed.
"Mix for yourself, Willie. There are
TASKS and demijohns galore in the side
board; but yours truly has not even
peeped into it since he broke his word,
for old times, with Peyton Fitzhugh. By
the way, have you seen him siDce?"
Sunday morning, at the prisoners
line, but not later" Mckee answered.
81 suppose he's loahng about the club,
when he should be in Virginia, fighting"
Meredith growled
"No; he hasn't showed at the club
since that night. But don't abuse him,
Carroll. He'll turn up all right, | guess.
Something heard tonight makes me
think Fitzhugh is game"
81 hope So" the other retorted. But
Mosby and Stuart need men all the
same"
Then for two hours the men talked
earnestly over roads, routes and cut-offs
in the country, Mckee never once drop
ping into natural speech but using
Mary Clonan's brogue and manner,
eliciting his friends frequent praise on
his capital acting.
And just as the clock struck three,
Mr.. Carroll Merediths shooting trap,
drawn by his best horse, turned slowly
into Mr.. Gray's large yard, the host
himself-again swinging the key that
imprisoned the sleeping servants-open-
ing the gate. He stared with equal sur
prise and doubt at the buxom woman
handling the reins so like an expert.
"Aisy, darlin. Ye've no made TO looli
out. Th' shtrate's all clear" the driver
said, making an easy turn to face the
gate. "Be me sowl, l do be forgetthin
Here'sa note fur tn young miss Misthel
McKay's soft on"
Then dead silence reigned, as thu
master Of the house took the note in
soon reappearing with two shadowy
figures, one heavily mufled.
There was long, clinging embrace
and then Carolyn Clay whispered:
"Words cannot say what owe you
Bess-and himl Think Of it, dear
with Gods blessing, within three day
/ shall kiss mamma and my poor ittl
Fairfaxl''
"Good-by, darling Caro-. May II
watch over and take you safely to them
Willie says you can trust the womal
implicitly"
81 do, dear; tell him so! Good-by
\ God bless you and himl God bles
you alli''
Another straining Of the girl to he
heart, a long, sisterly kiss, and Caroly
Clay was on the seat by her strang
guide, and Mr. Gray tucldng in tn
heavy robes, needful that freezing night
Then out quietly into the still stree
slowly over echoing stones, throug
!, moonless, bitter cold, the hunting-tra
| ratified lightly, the pace mending q
! they neared the outskirts and the in
patient horse, given his head, broke int
his swinging trot.
Carolyn Clay, wrapped in close-clini
ing thought and once more joyous In he
n sense Of freedom gained, was as siler
for awhile as was the careful driver; bu
I as they left houses far behind an
bowled along the country road, sh
= turned TO her mute companion:
z "You seem to be good driver"
"Shure; I've druv him afore. ~
!. beastie knows the hand o. me-" was Ii
quiet reply.
"Is there any chance Of meeting p;
n trolls on this road?" the girl agai
s. queried, after pause.
s. "Divvil u guard" was the respons
eth addijjittint-gineril towld me-t
e tn same token, Misther McKay-thC
II tn road was clear"
n Halt! Who goes there?" rang out
l. challenge from the darkness directly
g front; and the drivers great fur glow
IS rested against the ample bust, as II
L. horse was pulled up short. who goo
there?" the challenger repeated, grufil.
u "An' who wad ye shuppose?" was IL
% answer, TO Miss Clay's great drea'
"An', by tn same token, it's not goin'
am, but comm"
e "Have you the countersign, womani
Have Ith' whddu But I'm not TO I
n shtopped by my wan! Gin'ril BON
Al beyant in tn town, sid I'd take n
dochther home free an ondisthurbe,
d sor."
10 "Have you the countersign2" aga
le came gruf1ly from the darkness.
"Shure I've some av IT," was the r
'e ply, and the driver nudged Miss Cla,
l. as the fur glove went deep into the ar
pie pocket and drew forth good
g flask. To the girls wonderment,
8 went straight TO the owners mouth,
4 gurgling swallow, q resounding smaC
and strong odor Of brandy filing u
m cold air on It's withdrawal.
u "Corp'ral-ga-adl Post number one
o called the impatient sentry, as his mu
Al ket ratified 10 Charge" ,,,.n /,
u There was sound Of feet approachir
2. at a run; then the thick voice growle
y "Vot fur vos you yelling, Shone
II HAT you found Something's, ain,d id2"
Challenged, and no countersign