The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1896-11-07

its dewy wings. he turned away ana
liz a candle on the table. As he was
rcbucIkling his sword belt he saw
piece OF paper lying 1t the foot Of the
bed from which nc had just risen. TAX
ing il 20 the candle he read in rough
ly scrawled hand:
"You are asleep when you should DE
on the march. You have no time TO lose.
Before daybreak the supports OF the
column you have been foolishly resist
ing will be upon you. From one who
would save you, but hates your cause.
For moment he was transfiNed. The
handwriting was unknown, and evident
w disguised. IL was not the purport OF
the message that alarmed him, but the
terrible suspicion that flashed upon him
that IL came from Miss Faulkner! She
had failed in her attempt TO pass
through the enemy's lines-or she had
never tried to- She had deceived him,
or she had thought better of her chiy-
alrous impulse and now tried TO miti-
gate her second treachery by this sec
ond warning, and he had let her mes
senger escape himl
He hurriedly descended the stairs. The
sound Of voices was approaching him.
lie halted and recognized the faces OF
the brigade surgeon and one OF his
aids-de- camp.
''Wc were hesitating whether TO dis
turb you. general, but IL may be an at
| fnir OF some importance. Under your
| orders negro woman was just now
| challenged stealing out of the lines. At
| tempting 10 escape, she was chased
| there was "a struggle and scramble over
the wall, and she fell, striking her head
She was brought into the guard house
unconscious"
"very good. will see her. said
Brant, with feeling of relief.
zone moment. general. We thought
you would perhaps prefer TO see her
alone" said the surgeon. "For when l
endeavored TO bring her 10 and was
sponging her face and head TO discover
her injuries her color came or! she
was n white woman, stained and diS-
guised rs mulatto."
For an instant Brant'B heart sank
1t was Miss Faulkner.
''Did you recognize herr he said
glancing from the one to the other
"IIad YOU seen her here before?
NO, sir" replied the aid-de-camp
"But she seemed to be quite a superior
woman-a lady, / should say
Brant breathed more freely. Where
is she now?" he asked.
'In the guardhouse. We thought i
better not to bring her into the hos
pital among the men, until we had your
orders"
"You have done wen" returned Bran
rravelv. "And you will keep this t'
: Yourselves for the present, but sec tina
She is brought here quietly and with a
little publicity as possible. Put her Il
M. room above, which l give up TO her
p and any necessary attendant. But yo'
5 win look carefully after her, doctor,
! he turned to the surgeon, "and whel
!. she RECEIVERS consciousness let m
know"
4 lie moved away. Although attaching
+ little Importance TO the mysteriou
message whether sent by Miss Faux
a ner or emanating from the strange
I herseIf-which he had reasoned wa
}. bnsed only upon a knowledge OF Tn
e original plan of nttack-he never
e theless quickly dispatched sma
! scouting party in the direction fror
Y which the attack might come, wit
Z orders TO fall back and report at once
y With certain half irony of recollc'
G ton he had selected Jim Hooker TO ~
, company the party as "A volunteer. III
d done he returned to the gallery. III
g surgeon met him at the door. THE II
: dications of conclusion are passin
Is nNvny." he said, "but she seems to
IL suffering from the exhaustion follow
z ing some great nervous eNcitemen
a You may 90 in--she may rally from
n any moment.
p With the artificial step and myst
n rious hush of the ordinary visitor 10
rs sickbed, Brant entered the room. III
" some instinct greater than this cor
IL mon expression Of humanity held In
D. suddenly in awe. The room seemed
IL longer his--it had slipped back in
"a that austcre conventual privacy while
1t had first impressed him. Yet he he's
NJ tated; another strange suggestion
NJ seemed almost vague recollection
ne overcame him like some lingering pc
in fume, faint, far off and pathetic, in
II, dying familiarity. He turned his cy
N almost timidly towards the bed. II
ne coverct was drawn up near the thro
es Of the figure 20 replace the striped &C
IS. ton gown, stained with blood and dul
ed which had been hurriedly torn of n
thrown aside. The pale face cleans
mt OF flood and Disgusting color, the 10
lis hair still damp from the surgeon
20 sponge lay rigidly back on the pillo
It's Suddenly this man OF iron nerves
es tered faint cry. and with n face
al white as the upturned one before hi
ty fell on his knees beside the bed. i
as the face that lay there was his wife's
m Yesl hers. But the beautiful hi
IN. that she had gloried in-the hair Il
en- in his youth he had thought had OF