The Washington times., 1894-12-30

As he was rebuckling his sword-belt he saw a
piece of paper lying on the foot of the he'd
from which he had Just risen. Taking 1t to
the candle, he read in roughly ecrawled
hand:
"You are asleep when you should be on the
march. You have no time to lose. Before
daybreak the supports of the column you
have been foolshly resisting will be upon
you. From one who would seve you, but
hates your cause"
For a moment he was trans1xed- The
handwriting was unknown, and evidently
disguised. 1t was not the purport of the
message that alarmed him, but the terrible
suspicion that flashed upon him that 1t came
from Miss Faulkner! She had failed In her
attempt to pass through the enemy's lines.
or she had never tried tol She had deceived
him. or she had thought better Of her chival-
rous impulse. and now tried to mitigate her
second treachery by this second warningi
And he had let her messenger escape him!
He hurriedly descended the stairs. The
sound of voices was approaching him. He
halted and recognized the faces OF the brigade
surgeon and one of his aides-de-camp.
1--WE were hes1tating whether to disturb
you, general. but it may be an affair OF some
Importance. Under your orders negro
woman was just now challenged stealing out
of the lines. Attempting to escape she was
chased, there was a struggle and scramble
over the wall, and she fell, striking her head.
She was brought into the guardhouse uncon-
scious. !"
Very good. 1 will see her." said Branr,
with feeling of relief.
'One moment, general We thought you
would perhaps prefer to see her alone," said
the surgeon Ss'For when endeaypred to
bring her to, and was sponging her lace and
head to discover her injuries, her color came
of She was a white woman-stained and
disguised as mulatto."
For an instant Brant's hear sank 1t was
Miss Faulkner
IBID you recogn ze he- p he said, glaneIng
from the one to the other. "Had you seen
her here before?"
''No, SIR replied the aide-de-camp. "But
she seemed to be quite superior woman-a
lady, 1 should say
Brant breathed more freely. "Where is
she now ?" he asked.
''In the guardhouse. We thought 1t better
not to bring her into the hospital, among the
men, until we had your orders"
''You have done well,' returned Brant,
grayely. "And you will keep this to your
selves for the present, but see that sne is
brought here quietly and with as little pub
lichy as possible. Put her in my room above,
which give up to her. and any necessary at
rendant. But you will look carefully after
her, doctor" he turned TO the surgeon, land
when she RECEIVERS Consciousness let me
know"
He moved away. Although attaching lit
tie importance to the mysterious message
whether sent by Misst or emAnating
from the stranger herself-which he had rea-
soned was based only upon a knowledge OF
the original plan of attack-he nevertheless
quickly despatched small scouting party in
the direction from which the attack might
come with orders to fall back aud report at
once. With certain half irony OF recolleo-
tion he had selected Jim Hooker to accom-
pany the party as a volunteer. This done
he returned to the gallery. The surgeon met
him at the door. "The indications of ooncus-
seems to be suffering from the exhaustion
following some great nervous excitement.
You may go in-she may rally from It any
moment"
With the artihoial step and mysterious hush
OF the ordinary visitor to sick bed Brant
entered the room. But some instinct greater