Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-04-10

'Oh, no, no! The word of a lady Is amply sufficient. Perhaps he took the other road. Sergeant, reform the men in the highway
 CHAPTER TX.
 When the troop had disappeared up the dusty highway, Kenton returned to the house to say goodby to its inmates, and halt an hour later he had turned his face sOuthward, satisfied that he had secured all information possibl for a scout to pick up. The farmer posted him as to where he would likely strike the Confederate outposts and warned him what highways to avoid, but on that very day Mcclellan was pushing his cavalry forward and seizing new territory. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon as Kenton, who had been travelling in the fields and under cover of the forest, was about to cross highway he heard the click, click of a carbine, and voice called to him:
 Halt where you are, or you are a dead man.
 It was a Federal vidette, dismounted and posted among the bushes which fringed the highway. Kenton looked up to find himself covered by carbine. Both were on the same side of the road. He had approached the videtta in rear, and had he exercised more vigilance would have detected his presence in time to avoid him. The men were not over 30 feet apart when Kenton got the summons to halt.
 Many of the Federal troops were still dressed in the gray uniforms supplied by their respective states, while the Confederates had variety of uniforms, and 1t was difficult to detect one side from the other. The vidette had done his duty in halting the prowler, but he was not sure what sort of game he had bagged.
 Throw up your hands!" he com manded as he advanced.
 Kenton obeyed. He was armed only with a revolver, and as that was hidden from sight he appeared defenseless.
 Now, then, who are you?" asked the Federal as he came to halt scarce six feet away.
 II might ask you the same question, :" replied the scout, making a great effort to appear cool and indifferent.
 Il know you might, but I guess you won't! Answer my question:"
 II have information to give."
 What is it?''
 (Which side arc you on?"
 ''Oh, it makes difference, docs it? We'll, I'm Confederate. Whats your news"'
 Kenton looked about him in an un- k,, fo1 trap and contemplated making bolt to escape.
 Say, you look like reb. but act like Tank, laughed the man as he low cred his carbine. II guess you've got news, and l guess you want to go to headquarters.
 Twill you kindly tell me which way to go to strike headquarters?'
 I'll do better'n that-I'll go with you to the picket post and see that you are passed along. Have you been scout ing?"
 Yes"
 Seen any Iebs?"
 Plenty of them."
 Well, come along, and I'll ride down the road with you to the post. We are posted along here in hopes to catch a reb scout who's been sneaking along our front for two or three days. What did you say your name was?"
 "Kenton.
 And mine is Fisher. Hear anything about when we are going to move?'
 Not word, though the army seems to be all ready"
 Ut is ready, and why Mcclellan 1oesn't push down and walk all over the ~Unfeoerare army IS puzzle to me. Seems as if he was waiting to let them get good ready. Everybody is giving him hail Columbia, but I suppose he knows what he's about. What com- mand do you belong to?"
 The pair had been slowly walking side by side down to where the cavalry mans horse was hitched to the limb of tree. The Federal had quite accepted Kenton as belonging to his side and was planning to do him a good turn by guiding him to the reserve. Kenton must avoid that. He had hoped to do 1t by strategem, and he had excuses al- ready on his tongue when asked for his command. Answer he must, but as he did not know the exact location of single Federal regiment his answer would probably betray him. He was hesitating when the trooper repeated;