The morning times., 1897-02-20

spy? heraggedclotheswe werep eprcof enough,
it was said; they had been put on so that
no one WHO passed him on the road might
recognize him as that traveller
You may imagine hIm disconSolate in
the guardhouse with the sentry's slow
steps sad chorus to his thoughts. He
thought Of the scene III the tavern, and Of
his servant. poor Briggs, who, perhaps, was
dead. Bu tins chicfesu thought was Of
Polly.
About sundOwn a note was brought,
and he read: BE of good cheer. l love
you, dear" That was all, indeed, but
it made him think that she always would
believe in him, as, in his moments of deep
est depression, he had fancied might Lot
be the case That good cheer helped
out the dark night, and in the morning
the guard who brought his breakfast, a
tall, straight young fellow, paused.
~ don't believe 1t, SIR
"what?'' asked Burton.
THAT you used a visit to your sweet
heart for spy's purpose"
They are talking about it, are they?"
Burton asked.
Yes; they are talking about it; news
spreads now; everybody is scared at every
body else. But IL have a sweetheart,
sir, and You are gentleman.
The kings captain stretched out his hand,
and, then and there, shook hands with the
rebel soldier; and from that moment Capt
Burton was comforted by knowing that he
had a friend in his prison, and that
certainly there was some talk in his favor.
Shortly after this talk with the guard,
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The girl was very pale, but now suddenly
she smiled ON her lover, and, her arms
about him, looked up into his face.
'I believe in you, dear" she said, simply.
why, of course you do he said, almost
gayly, and then he turnedtothe gray haired
| gentleman-who had been distinguished in
every great affair since Long Island-and
who was now a general.
II hope that you, too. sir, may not have
lost faith?''
''D'ye s'pose I'd let you court my daugh-
! ter, if / had?'' he said, testify. mo, not
/, captain War is war, said /. There
| are plenty of good men who believe in the
| king, and his taxes; plenty who don't. So
when PoIly's heart was set, and knowing
| you were of good family, let you have
! your way, and | am not man to change
in the tick of the clock"
you've heard the story-from PolIy?'
the captain asked.
Every word Of it, said the general
"Now, you didn't happen to hear any
names called when you were peeking e
down into that taproom? BY the way,
| we've had the hole cleaned out"
Yes said Burton, Il heard one
| 'Detchard' ] told your Lieut.. Ferguson. :
"Eh, Detchardn' said the general.
| You know he was our accuser, then?
DO you know why? Well, III tell you
That man was flogged out OF the army by
my ORDERS
Il understand said the prisoner
"He wanted TO bring disgrace on 1ou
/ through me. l have heard that j am c
Gen Arrold's height and figure, and this
| petchard saw it in minute
she is a cunning fellow" the genera
| replied; "but-we'll watch him.
And days passed when Major Andres
| fate became more certain; when tn
British authorities. as well, eXpostulate,
| in vain about Capt. Burton's detention
| when Polly grew thin and grave. Al
though the world were against Capt. Bur
ton, she, whose opinion he had best, a
| least. believed in hm, and suffered per
haps more than he himself. Her fathe
now commanded the post and she coul,
see the prisoner often. Under the circnm
stances of the charge, Capt Burton.
parole could not be taken. But he had n
lack of comforts. He had that good fcl
low. the synpathizing guard, who, TOO
had a sweetheart; and there We're letters
from New York by the score, deelarin,