The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1896-10-23
UPPER MARLBOR UGH, FRIDAY,

you w oCiCh il'iii Il S"oi "
thrust in your check and a gun-shot in
your leg, he brought You here. You
have been very iii but now your recov-
cry is certain. Wearc all in a conspir-
acy to take care of you, my DEAR she
concluded with motherly touch that
brought tears to his eyes.
SO the entire household, white and
black, turned to entertain ''Marse Cum
mel" and they found him very CRATE
ful and pleasant invalid indeed. But
Julia took little part in amusing and
curing the Union officer. beyond polite
inquiries as to his health, though he
heard her voice everywhere, and look
ell after her wistfully as she fitted
away. Mrs. Carr saw this and expos
tuated with her.
Julia, really you carry your dislike
for the North to ridiculous extremes.
You are young and bright and ought
to talk to Colonel Gray. He has to
pass many hours suffering every day
Your kind heart ought to tell YOU that
my dear. and at any rate, do it for
Georges sake" said Mrs. Carr, as a
final argument from which there could
be no appeal.
"All right, Aunty,' said Julia slow
ly; II will for Georges sake and yours
but | hate them all, and | hate him
worst of ALL" she added vehemently
under her breath
But the time came when she enjoyed
this enforced companionship, and it
came to he understood that Miss Julia
could keep Marse Cunnel from getting
lonesome. They ignored the subject
of the war rs far as possible. Rumors
of the conflicts and movements ofgreat
armies came to the remote plantation
and they read the few newspapers with.
at comment, for discussion on these
topics made Johl Gray's eyes harden
into steel and Julia's flash fire.
She still sang of Maryland and he
grew to love the melody with its stir
ring words and to long for it as the
sign of her presence. He often hum
med the refrain with light in his eyes
that was not all in keeping with the
sentiments Of this MarSeillaise of the
rebellion.
"You're very fond of your little song
Miss Julia" he said one afternoon, as
they sat in a quiet corner of the Yer
by a curtain of vines. The wind made
little eddies of dust in the white road
beyond and brought them the myriat
sounds of drowsy summer afternoon
| Otherwise there were no signs of life
the plantation seemed waiting quietly
for something that was coming to cal
it from its stiffness. Julia's hands
were busy. She was always sewing
garments that John knew were for the
Southern soldiers. Her rich, dark
beauty, and the suggestion ofabnndant
life in her quick, free movements form
ed vivid contrast to the pale, worn
man. His right foot was carefully
propped on chair and dull red seal
showed plainly on his palid cheek
He was cutting little ring out of 4
black rubber button, and his thin hands
moved ftebly and slowly and often
stopped altogether.
"You're very fond ofyour little song
Miss Julia" he said, smiling at her.
Yes" she smiled back; "Maryland
is my native State and that is my IA
vorite song" and she sang:
| ..llark to a wandering sons appeal,
Mary land, my Maryland!
My mother state, to thee kneel
| Mary and, my Maryand!''
''Ill never sing anything else until
/ 90 back home," she said passionately
and the tears were in her eyes.
4 curious idea shot into his mind
There came to him the remembrance
of Il summer ight not long ago-a
band of light-a voice singing the same
air. With this came the vision Of s
face of radiant beauty that shone OF
him above Il drapery of STARS an(
Bars" She looked up suddenly. an(
met his startled face.
You are
"Yes," The said composedly, though
her hands trembled II am The JUL:
Lawrence YOU saw in Baltimore an(
whom YOU banished.'
And never knew, nor could tel
what fancy haunted me every time
heard your voice or SAW you,' he sale
in Il low tone.
IL knew you the moment they
brought YOU to the house, even through
the blood and dust and powder" sh'
went on with the same composed voice
her hands trembling more and more
Il suppose it was 50 common an eXper
ience that you soon forgot. but | dc
not forget such Il hard and cruel ant
unnecessary order" Yes, that wa
the same scorntul, defiant gaze. Th'
red scar on his cheek throbbed painful
ly and the earth and sky reeled before
him. The little ring dropped from hi
nerveless hand and rolled to her feet
she picked it up and he took it, thank
ing her mechanically.
when | saw you wounded and per
haps dead that night, | was almos