The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1895-04-18
CHICkAMAUGA.

Stirring Story of Adventure Such
as All Lovers of Fiction
Like.
A War Story Written by an Author
thoroughly Flmilar With
War Scenes.
(By Capt. F. A. Mitchell, Late U. S. A. Copy
righted by American Press Association. All
rights reserved)
"Good graciousl If there isn't Miss
Baggsv'
They saw through the rain a horse
and buggy making rapid turn through
the gateway.
"Who's Miss Baggs?'' asked Laura
quickly.
II met her when coming from the
north. She got through the Union
lines by playing the part of a country
girl. I met her again on this side, and
she was lady. She's coming up to the
veranda."
Bobby Lee came up the driveway at
such rapid gait as to astonish the two
women looking out Of the window. The
horse had scarcely stopped in front of
the house when Miss Baggs, throwing
down the reins, rushed up the steps and
knocked loudly at the door.
''Go and see what she wants. Souri,.
You We met her before"
Souri, went quickly to the door.
When she opened it and Miss Baggs
saw the girl she had met between the
lines, for q moment her countenance
frightened. Then suddenly her express
sion changed on remembering that Sou
ri was Union girl.
''I've no time to explain anything.
Call some one, quick, to drive my bug
gy to the barn and hide me"
Now. Souri, knew we'll enough that
Miss Baggs was working in the cause
Of the Confederacy. But she saw q
woman in trouble, and this in her eyes
obscured all else. She ushered Miss
Baggs into the room where Laura sat.
''This girl wishes to rest with US
awhile. I'm going to take her horse to
the barn"
Without waiting for a reply she went
out, and jumping into the buggy drove
1t around to the barn. There she direct
ed Uncle Daniel who ruled the stables
Of the plantation. to put both horse and
buggy inside and shut the doors. Hav-
ing seen this attended to, she went back
to the house.
Meanwhile Miss Baggs stood face to
face with Laura Maynard.
''This is Confederate household, 1
believe" said tho fugitive.
''It isl
''Thank God, you are one of ours. -
"No."
"What, Federal?" She turned pale.
"No."
''Then for heaven 8 sake tell me what
you are. "
II am a Confederate married to a
Union officer"
There were quick successive flashes
Of hope and fear on Miss Baggs' counte-
nance.
"And you will not give me up?''
''Give you up? What do you mean?"
II am in the Confederate secret serv.
ice. I have just been recognized by a
Union soldier-a cavalryman. He was
not mounted, while was in my buggy.
I heard him cry halt. I gave my horse
the whip, and before the man could
mount was away and soon turned be-
hind a wood. There is fork in the
road. took the left road, leading here
He must have taken the other, which
leads nowhere. He will discover his
mistake, turn back and take the right
road This is the first house be will
pass, and he will surely come in to ask
if you have seen me.''
"Well?'
"You will not betray me?''
Laura thought Of the coming Of her
husband one night months ago, flying,
as this woman was flying, for his life.
'No, rest easy on that score will
do all can for you.
There was but little time for action,
for the words were scarcely spoken be-
fore cavalryman dashed past on the
road. He was throwing mud and water
behind him, his boots heavy with moist
Tennessee clay. Noticing the house,
as Miss Baggs predicted, he drew rein
and entered the gateway. Riding up to
the veranda, he shouted:
"Hello, therep'
"Get in there, quick, said Laura,
pushing the hunted woman into q closet.
Then going out onto the veranda she
sternly demanded Of the man what he
wanted.
did you see woman 60 by here
just now in an old farm buggy?"
mo such person has passed.
''Sure?"
'sSure."
''Are you people here Onion or Con-
federated
both.
. (To be continued.)