The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-04-25

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and tattered as they, but the man seem
ed to be Of another world The better
sort of women were visibly curious.
They had no sympathy with him. He
was can odiors Yankee" ga Lincoln
hireling," "a thieving abolitionist, +"
anyhow (the southern women were very
bitter against their northern enemies),
but he could not be such vile wretch
as the rest Of them. Who could give any
information about him?
Miss Virginia Peyton, who had come
down from Richmond that very day on
a visit to some Of her friends, and who,
as her name indicated, was Virginian
Of the Virginians, was much struck, as
she passed, by the young man s appear
ance and still more by his fellowship.
She was a secessionist to the core in
evitably and most passionate in her
hatred, as she put it, Of the invaders Of
her state. She was just 10, had great
local reputation for beauty and charm
and was without exaggeration a very
pretty. clever girl, exceedingly high
strung and 'aristocratic. " Her interest
in the hostile stranger was increased,
in spite of her sectional aversion, by
something in his face and manner that
seemed familiar. Where could she have
seen him? She glanced at him again ard
again as she stood there unobserved
and felt that she might have liked him
if he had not been a detestable Yankee.
"Likei himr' her mind echoed back to
her. impossible, absurd. AS if could
do anything but loathe the barbarians
that are laying waste the proud homes
of my ancestors. " And she looked at
him once more with flash in her eye.
The thought that sympathy might have
suggested the feeling that she had seen
him before never occurred to her.
The object of all this curiosity and
comment meanwhile showed no sign of
shame or humiliation. He returned ev-
cry glance defantly, and mocking
smile played round his lips. His shac-
kles plainly could not fetter his proud
spirit. His mind dominated the situa-
ton. Such an expression as his was not
consistent with baseness or dishonor.
This thought was speedily conveyed to
the consciousness Of the Virginia girl,
who was resolved to learn something
about him. She asked in low tone a
Confederate lieutenant guarding the
prisoners about that particular man, in
dicating him, and learned that he was
Captain Barbour Of New York cavalry
regiment, who had a very bad record
and was suspected of being spy, though
sufficient evidence of his guilt was still
lacking 1t was believed that he had
robbed women, burned houses and com
mitted murder.
"That cannot be- exclaimed she in
dignantly. HE must have been con-
founded with somebody else Any one
of those other fellows might have done
those things. but he never Oh, never I"
The name of Barbour, not uncommon
in Virginia, had illuminated her brain
with the idea that the captain was re.
motely connected with her family. She
was perfectly acquainted, like so many
people of her state, with her genealog-
ical tree, having studied it often, and
she knew that there was branch of the
Barbours, who had intermarried with
the Peytons, in New York state as we'll
as in New Jersey. Clannish to the core
and believer in blood to point of su-
perstition, the mere similarity Of the
name explained to her the cause of her
mysterious 6ympathy with the prodiga1-
q accused captain. She would have
sworn that he was foully wronged.
While she was still gazing in his direc-
ton the band of prisoners was ordered