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no parting in anger an at Robes; II
should be with tenderness that would
blot cut their past in their separate
memories-GodlS knows! IL might be even
n parting that at that moment was a
Joining of them in eternity. In his mo-
that il was duty, no less sacred, no
less unselfish than the one 10 which he
had devoted his life. The light was
growing stronger; he could hear voices
in the nearest picket line, and the
sound of cough In the invading mist.
He made hurried sign TO the oncom-
ing figure TO follow him. ran ahead and
halted at last in the cover of hack
mn-tack bush. Still gazing forward
over the marsh, he steadily held out
his hand behind him, as the rustling
skirt came nearer. At last his hand
was touched--but even at that touch
he started, and turned quickly.
IL was not his wife. but Rosel--her
mulatto doublel Her face was rigid
with fright, her beady eyes staring in
their china sockets; her white teeth
chattering. Yet she would have spoken.
"Hushl" he said. clutching her hand.
in fierce whisper. Not n word!" She
was holding something white in her
fingers; he snatched itquickly. twas
note from his wife-not in the dis
guised hand of her first warning, but
in one that he remembered as IL itwere
a voice from their past.
Forgive my disobeying you to save
you from capture, disgrace or death
which would have come 10 you where
you were going! l have taken Roses
pass. You need not fear that your
honor will suffer by IL, for il l am
stopped / shall confess that / took IL
from her. Think no more OF me, Clar-
ence, but only for yourself. You arc in
danger"
He crushed the letter in his hand.
"Tell me-" he said, in fierce whisper,
Selling her arm, and speak low. When
did you leave her?"
"Sho'ly-just now!" gasped the
frightened woman.
He flung her aside. There might be
still time 10 overtalIe and save her be-
fore she reached the picket lines. He
ran up the gully and out on 20 the slope
towards the first guard post. But fn-
miliar challenge reached his ear, and
his heart stopped beating.
"Who goes there?"
There was n pause, a rattle of arms,
voices, another pause--and Brant stood
rooted to the spot. Then the voice rose
again, slowly and clearly: Pass the
mulatto womanl"
Thank God! she was saved! But the
thought had scarcely crossed his mind
before il seemed TO him that binding
craclSle of sparks burst out along the
whole slope below the wall, chnrac-
teristic yell, which he knew too well.
rang in his ears, and an undulating
line Of dusty soldiers came leaping like
gray wolves out of the mist upon his
piclScts. He heard the shouts of his
men falling back "a they fired; the
harsh commands OF a few officers hur-
rying TO their posts, and knew that he
was hopelessly surprised and sur
rounded.
He ran forward among his disorgan-
lied men. To his CONSERVATION no one
seemed 10 heed him! Then the remem-
brance of his disguise flashed upon
him. But he had only time 10 throw
away his hat and snatch sword from
n falling lieutenant before a scorching
fash seemed to pass before his eyes
and burn through his hair, and he
dropped like a log beside his subaltern