Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1897-07-03

some good in the ranks just now, and
Washington has made him lieutenant
for bravery on the battlefield, and you
don't kill prisoners, believe"
sSir Henry Clinton might break the
rule in the bard's case,'' was the quick
rejoinder, and then Betty ran her fin
gers over the keys again and sang a
love dirty which put her guest in the
hest of humor.
The ballad ended, Betty Logan ex-
cused herself and left the parlor.
1T seems to me that she might be
tanned" passed through Capt. Lees
mind. 1.-The girl is real jewel and
would make an excellent wife. So her
friend Capt. James is enjoying the
delicacies of prison fare. suppose tina.
she doesn't know that 1 am, in part, re-
sponsible for his change of fortunes;
but all's fair in love and war, and if I
do not fail Miss Betty may sing none
but loyal songs in the near future. I
wonder if that fellow attended prompt
| ly to my horse?'
The British captain was on the eve
| of rising when Betty again appeared in
the doorway and announced dinner.
She had made a little change in her
toilet and looked prettier than ever,
and Capt. Lee, with an appetite sharp
|
| nothing of the wait in the parlor, rose
with alacrity.
The dining-room was tastefully
| trimmed with flowers and evergreen,
| the work of which Betty ascribed to her
maid, Polly, and Polly, blushing to the
| tips of her fingers, as it seemed, ac-
| knowledged the compliments with
| confused courtesy.
| Betty poured the tea as she chatted
away and Polly was near by to see
| that Capt. Lee as her mistress guest
wanted for nothing.
| The table was spread with the deli
cacies of the season, which told Capt.
Lee that the young girls larder had not
suffered much, if any, through the war.
| At last the young officer pushed aside
his plate and leaned back in his chair.
I'm sorry 1 cannot offer you des-
sert as fine you enjoy in the old-time
homes of Naw York. said the girl, apol-
| ogetically. ''Truth to tell, Capt. Lee,
we must pat up with just what we can
get in the country in war times and"
'Of course, begging pardon, Miss
Betty" broke in the officer. ''Your
dessert, I am sure, will be delightful
as your dinner has been, and am dis
posed to praise it beforehand
| At this moment Miss Betty Logan
waved her hand to Polly, who stood at
the door leading into the kitchen.
| sour guest is ready for the dessert,
Polly. You may bring it on"
| A deeper crimson came to the maid $
cheeks as she caught the subtle mean
ing OF the words artly spoken by
Betty and in another moment she left
| the room. closing the door behind her.
''Behold the dessert, Capt, Lee!" eX-
claimed Betty, when the door opened a
moment afterward, and the British Of
ficer staggered from the chair as his
gaze fell upon three men dressed in
continental uniform, each of whom COW
cred him with pistol.
sWhat's this, miss?' he cried. tWhat
treachery is afoot under your roof?''
'sIt is simply the fortunes of war,
Capt. Lee. You are prisoner subject
to exchange for another prisoner OF
equal rank. These gentlemen consti-
tute the only dessert I have to offer
with profuse apologies"
At first Capt. Lee thought of resist
ance, but sober second thought came
| to the rescue and in a little while he
was in the hands of the patriots.
"Your trick will fall short of its de
sign. nv little REBEL" he exclaimed
"Capt. James shall not be exchanged fol
Capt Lee. I promise you that
Betty made no reply and her late
guest was hustled from the premises
and escorted to the nearest American
camp where he was turned over to the
commander thereof.
l | Several weeks interviewed when one
S evening a young soldier rode up to the
Logan home and sprang lightly to Tho
ground.
He was met at the steps of the trel
l Used porch by young girl whose eye!
\ sparkled above flushed cheeks.
''They tell me that owe my exchange
5 to you, Betty he exclaimed. capt
: Lee was very obstreperous at first, bu
: he gave in at last and here am
81 don't know whether Capt. Lee viii
ever forgive me, but didn't know of ;
i better way to celebrate the Fourth O.
: July" was the reply, and the merry
laugh that followed told how happy wa.
! the Fair Rebel of the Neutral Ground.
] T. C. HARBAUGH.
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