Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-06-03

Harry NTenn, the Y08EeeI lIeuten
ant of the company. lie was only
a boy, fnll of dash an enthusiasm
and entire belief in tIs6 South and
its cause. His expe1ience was as
callow as his mustaohe, the dark
shade of down over his upper lip.
that was merely an ascent on his
handsome face, brineing out the
fash Of his white teeth When Rose
argued the cause ST the Union, and
flung jeers at the south. Wrenn
thought she disliked him. lie was
gentle in his replies because she
was Rosie's friend, and with Rosie
he was-agresdyAiz 80 Z ssosfsssaia
talk of other things than war. He
told her of his home in Georgia,
and before long the tale was one of
personal interest to both.
Perhaps it was shyness, or the
birth of JOY at having a new world
OF her own, which made Rosie keep
her secret to herself. The box
bordered, syringia. shaded walks
of the garden became a veritable
lovers lane, but Rose did not sus-
pect. Her mother was jealous of
the Miller influence, and kept her
daughter with her as much as pos
sible. But one night Rose ran away.
She had been riding until dusk,
and had slipped from the stables
into the old Miller garden through
the hole in the fence There was
an arbor covered with honeysuckle
and heavy headed hermosas by the
syringia walk, and Rose sat here
for a moment to tie her shoe. Her
head was bent, and the big feather
ed beaver hat hid her face and hair.
The walks were covered with tan
bark, ard soundless. 1t was dark
in the arbor, except where a beam
of theyoung moon trembled through
the leaves.
Suddenly Rose felt a pair Of arms
round her, and her head pulled
gently back.
Rose a voice said, Rose =
1t was voice she knew, and her
heart gave choking sob, while her
head went against Wrenn's jacket.
4 knew | should find you here ;
and he stopped and lightly kissed
her. Then, laughing, he gently
pushed her face into the moonlight
which lay in bar across his sleeve.
AS the light struck Roses happy
eyes, the boy let her go almost
rudely, and sprang to his feet.
Miss Allen, IL beg your par
DON he began, but Rose was on
her feet.
How dare you! How dare you |,
she cried, and, lifting her lashed
whip, struck him a singing blow
across the face. Then, with a sob
of the bitterest modification, she
ran, lost in the shadows of the
trees, while Wrenn stood cursing
his stupidity.
A day or two later, Mrs. Miller
asked what had become of Rose.
Nobody knew. They heard the
next day that she was visiting in
the neighboring county.
Rosie's life was so full that she
forgot the comrade of her girlhood, =,
as many girl has done before.
Wrenn explained his cut face as a
camp accident Meanwhile Rose,
in a frenzy of nurt pride, thought
Of him telling Rosie of what had
happened-thought of them jesting
over it, perhaps, until her heart
was black with anger at her humili-
alton.
Not long after this the Southern
regiment was hastily moved. The
Yankees were coming in force, and
the Georgians were obliged to re-
treat. Lieutenant Wrenn came to
say good by to, his sweetheart.
There were tears shed on his braid
ed jacket, as they sat together on
the old haircloth sofa in the dusky
sitting room, and / am afraid that
there were some which fell upon
Rosie's fair cheeks from a pair oi
black, boyish eyes. The chances
of war might mean that this was a
last good by, although they told
each other that it would all be over
in few months, and-then
In week the Vermont regiment
was firmly established, and the col.
onel was the constan. guest OF Dir.
Allen. Rose would ride and walk
by with never a glance toward her
old friend. 1t would have cut 10.