The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-01-06

yond the beyond this cruel in
justicebut even as he recalled it he
knew that flight meant the worst of
AHA half concession. But she had
escaped. Thank God for that Again
and again in his hopeless perplexity
this comfort returned to him. He had
saved her. He had done his duty
And harping upon this in his strange
fatalisms 1t at last seemed to him
that this was for what he had lived,
fog what he had suffered, for what he
had fifty ended his career. Perhaps
it was left for him now to pass his.
remaining years in forgotten exile,
even as his father had, his father
his breath came quickly at the
thought-God knows, perhaps as
Wrongfully accused. 1t may have beeri
a. providence that she had borne no
child, to whom this dreadful heritage
could be transmitted
There was something of this strange
and fateful resi- gnation in his face, a.
few hours later, when he was able to
be helped again into the saddle. But
he could see in the eyes of the few
comrades who con1nliseratingly took
leave of him a vague half-repressed
awe of some indefinite weakness in
the man that mingled with their
heartfelt devotion TO q gallant soldier.
Yet even this touched him no longer.
He cast "a glance at the house and at
the room where he had parted from
her, at the slope from which she had
passed, and rode away.
And then, as his figure disappeared
down the road. the restrained COM
mentary of wonder, surmise and crit
icism broke out:
1t must have been something
mighty bad, for the old man, VINO
swears by him, looked rather troubled.
And it was duced queer, you know,
this changing clothes with somebody
just before the surprise.
NONSENSE It's something away
back OF that! Didn't you hear the
old man say that the orders for him
to report himself came from Washing
cred his voice '.Sstrangeways says
that he had regularly sold himself out
to one of them woman spiesl It's the
old Mark Antony business over
again"
NOW I think of it, said the younger
subaltern, he did seem nightly taken
with one Of those quadroons or mulat-
that was a blind for US. | remember
the first day he saw her; he was regu-
larry keen to know all about her.
Major Curtis gave short laugh
THAT mulatto, Martin, was white
woman. burnt corked, She was trying
to get through the lines last night
and fell off a wall or got q. knock on
the head by a sentTy'S caTbine When
she was brought in DR.. Simmons set
to washing the blood off her face; the
cork came off, and the whole thing
came out. Brant hushed it up-and
the woman too--in his own quartersi
It's supposed now that she got away
somehow in the rush,
cit goes back further than that,
gentlemen" said the Adjutant author
itatively. They say his wife was a
bowling Secesssionist four years ago
in California, was mixed up in a con-
spiTacy, and he had to leave on ac-
count of it. Look how thick he and
that Miss Faulkner became before he
helped her off,
That's your jealousy, Tommy; she
knew he was by all odds the biggest
man here, and a good deal more, too
land you had no shown
In the laugh that followed it would
seem that Bryant's eulogy had been
spoken and forgotten. But as Lieu
tenant Martin was turning away a
lingering corporal touched his cap.
You were speaking of those prowl-
ing mulattoes, sir. You know the
General passed one out this morning"
80 I have heard
'I reckon she didn't get very far.
It was just at the time that we were
driven in by their first fire, and 1
think she got her share of it, too. Do
you mind walking this way, sir?''