Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-22

All this passed before his minds eye as he stood pretending to study the com munication before him, not this bare statement of it, but each detail, each feeling of hope, fear, despair, as they rapidly succeeded each other from the moment of his capture till his escape and safe return to the Union lines.
 Looking upat last with an expression of commiseration which surprised the prisoner, he said:
 Madam, will you please accept my heartfelt sympathies?"
 Miss Bags, who had already recog- nized Colonel Maynard, simply bowed b,r head in acknowledgment without speaking, but fixing her large dark eyes upon his. When placed in a similar position, Maynard had met his enemy's glance with affected coolness in a vain hope of deception. Not so the woman before him. The time for deception had passed with her. She was Charlotte Corday, knowing that the guillotine awaited her, a martyr in whose eyes gleamed the divine light of n willing sacrifice to . cause she believed to be sacred.
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 Madam, he said, ''it is my duty to report your case to my commanding officer for transmission to the headquar- ters of this army. There is n little house across the road. If you are able to go there, you will be more comfortable while we are awaiting the reply"
 "As you like, colonel"
 Perhaps it would be better to use the ambulance.
 ''I can walk would prefer it."
 "Will you accept my assistanceP"
 She took his offered arm, and the two walked slowly toward q farmhouse . few hundred yards distant. As the colo mel passed a sentry he directed him to have the officer of the guard summoned and sent to him. On reaching the house and mounting tho few steps that led up to the door, they were received by c farmers wife aud ushered into small sitting room. Rowing to the prisoner, Colonel Maynard stepped outside to in struct the guard. It was not essential that he should hasten, but he did not feel equal to an interview. After seeing asentinel posted on each side of the house Maynard turned to go to his tent. He was drawn by some un- accountable instinct to look once more at the abode of his prisoner. She was gazing out at him with pair of eyes melancholy, unresisting, full of rosigna- tion.
 What fienl had suddenly thrown this beautiful woman, this queen of mar tyrs, into his keeping, with death star ing her ill the face, and he perhaps to infiict the penalty? Why, if, he must suffer this turning of the tables by fate, could not the victim have been man. l some coarse creature who would die like brute? And why had it not come upon him before love had introduced him to that instinctivc delicacy, that geneeness, those finer heart impulses of woman?
 70 Godn' he murmured, Suppose ! suppose sho werc-Laura?''
 He could not bear to look and could not turn away. For a few moments the two gazod upon each other, while the woman $ natural feminine discernmcnt told her that sho was pitied; told her something of what Maynard suffered; that her enemy was really her friend. She gave him faint smile in recogni- tion.
 There was something ill tho smile that was even harder for him to endEEe than had she shed a tear Hers was a winning smil", and her position was so desperate. She was so brave, so ready to sacrifice for her struggling people. | She bore her trial with such gentleness, yet with such firmncss. She was a woman. and she must die. | He turned almost fiCrcCly and strode back to his tent Reaching it, he found the man who had brought tho prisoner 1 waiting for him. Tho soldier saluted and handed him another envelope.
 Why did you not give me this with the other?" asked Maynard, surprised.
 II handed it to you, colonel. but you did not sec it. :"
 Maynard stared at the man without making any reply. He had been preoc- cupied, deprived of his ordinary facul- ties, Opening tho envelope, he took out n small bundle of papers, on the back of which was indorsed, "Inter- cepted dispatches found on tho person of Elizabeth Baggs, captured Sept -, 1863.
 Without looking at their contents he dismissed the man who had brought them, and turning went into his tent
 Itwas noQa before tho courier sent to announce the capture of Miss Bagga rode up to Colonel Maynard's headquar-