Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-21

critical moment, touched responsive Irish chord in his Irish heart and brought him to terms.
 "For your sake, darlin, Oi'n do it." he said in n despairing voice.
 There was scarcely time for him to speak the words-indeed they were whispered with his lips touching her ear-when the three cavalrymen rode up to where the two were.
 Whats it all about, corporal?" ask ed one of them.
 ''I found this-this lady-lying here Her buggy is broken. She is badly hurt" The corporal spoke the words haltingly, and drops of sweat stood out on his forehead.
 "Who is she?''
 Well, that's to be found out some other time. One of ye'd better ride back for an ambulance and surgeon"
 Viewer mind the surgeon,'' said Miss Baggs faintly.
 Well, bring the ambulance any way" said Ratigan. "Ye can all go back if ye like Oi'll stay with her. She's me own prisoner.
 "There's no need of all going" said the man who had spoken. "I'll go my self "
 He turned and rode away, while the others dismounted and threw the reins of their bridles over fence rail. One of them caught Bobby Lee, who was cropping the grass near by, occasionally looking up as though suspicious that something had happened. The men loi- tered about, now and then approaching to take a look at the prisoner, but soon turning away again, quite willing to be free from the responsibility which Cor poral Ratigan seemed disposed to take upon himself.
 Rats, said Miss Baggs, who was now rapidly recovering strength and coolneSs, lit will not be long before I shall be separated from you. Before then wish to thank you for the kind ness, the interest, even the tenderness, with which you have treated a fallen enemy. And Iwish to ask your forgive ness for tho deception I practiced on you once when you were deputed to see mo through the lines"
 What was that compared with what Olive done?" he moaned.
 Do you forigve mel"
 "Oi do. But Dive nothin to for give"
 And, Rats, you have unconsciously let me know that you-you feel more kind ly toward me than"-
 "You've robbed me of me heart in. tirely."
 Well, I'm both glad and sorry. It is delightful to Do loved, but sad to think that your very love must make you grievc. Our meetings have been few and strange-vcry strange" she added musingly. Who arc you, Rats? know you arc well born. can see it in every word and motion. "Oi'm second son of Sir Thomas Rat igan. Esq. of County Cavan, Oireland. At his death mo older brother succeeded to tho estate. So Came to America to shift for mCSelf. A year ago Oi enlisted i'll tho Union ranks, and here Oi am. Oi wish to God mo brother was ill his coffin and Oi in possession of the es- tates, that Oi could give them all to save your life. "
 "No. no, Rats. You are a soldier and an honorable man. Remember what l have told you. Eou will do your duty hereafter as you have done it heretofore. Your words in that respect arc meaningless Your sense of houor will always triumph over your sym pathy when that sympathy is alloyed with diShOnur. For this I have con- coiycd for you an unbounded respect. Perhaps were not so soon to be- Don't speak it. for Gods sake don't speak it, -
 "Well, Rats, we will try for the | brief time we shall be together to fix our minds on pleasant picture. Let us think of that day when the south will be independent, or mt least when north and south will be at peace. This region, now trodden by soldiers wear ing the blue and the gray, will be given up to those simple people who till the soil Instead of the sound of shotted guns there will be the lowing of cattle. | Instead of tho singing of mimic balls there will be the songs of birds. There will be peace, blessed peace. Oh, if could only live to see it! Then perhaps may take you by the hand, say to you But, Rats, this can never be for us. It is only a fancy picture I've drawn to relieve that terrible suffering I sec in your face You've aged ten years in as many minutes. Don't look at me in that dreadful way. I cant bear it. ''
 Tho two Cavalrymen's backs were turned. They were strolling toward tho woods Ratigan put his arms about her, and both yielded to long embrace. Thcro wcro no moro words spoken. Words would have added nothing to what both felt Thero was moro pain md more pleasure concentrated ill the bosom of each than had been there in all the years they had lived.