Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-11-13

ing service of the yesterday; the officers
with pale, serious, yet determined faces;
many Emping or bandaged.
The chaplain paused by the opening.
Drums gave their muff1ed refrain, and all
was ready for the service, never more ex-
presSiveiy simple.
Suddenly out of the comparative still
ness was the deafening roar of artillery.
A ball tore the upturned earth at the chap
lain's feet. casting dirt over his vestments.
yet he kept on impassively, as If he were
IN a church Several persons fell.
The sergeant. who was still at my side,
cried '-D-n 'emi They'll not let US bury
our general On emf
But suddenly the firing stopped to be
followed by the low booming of a gun at
minute intervals, adding to the solemnity
do you see, Sergeant White you are
mistaken! General Gates has found that,
after all. it's not a movement of your
troopsr / said eXultantly.
The miEute-gunS continued as the enc
my's tribute Nor. think. could anything
be finer from those who had known this
brave man opposed to them, and who ap-
preciated his qualities as commander and
gentleman and the sorrow of the soldiery
and officers who had served and fought and
messed with him.
Now, sergeant" 1 whispered again-for
1t seemed sacrilege to speak too loudly at
the guns when was heard only the chap
1ain's voice--Will you damn us,''
Il was wrong" said he: they're men,
By the time the box had been lowered it al
ready was dark: and in the retreat to the
works lost sight Of Kate Essex and Lady
Ackland. 1 had trembled for them in that
rapid firing: for, though the girl was preju-
diced against me, felt could wish her no
hurt.
The meantime, many fires were lighted
rather more. / thought, at once than the
camp required: but 1 was not long in see
Ing that these were feints to cover retreat
less-weartness and despair lay on nearly
every face and yet. I was amused to see
TWO young officers. apparently oblivious, at
cards by the freight. The enemys line
had ceased firing. as II they still were apol-
ogetic for the unseemly shots the requiem
OF minute-guns had followed
The ensign who had taken me brought an
order for me to report to Gen. Burgoyne
found him in spot rather apart from
the preparations with Mr.. Brudenell, the
chaplain. who just had said the service;
speaking earnestly. As came up with the
little officer, Kate Essex faced me with
that same utter lack of recognition, but
Gen Burgoyne extended his hand.
Mr.. Sedley. I'll restore you the dispatch
you brought from Gen. Washington TO Gen
Arnold Here are all your papers,
must nave looked my amazement. for
he explained. bitterly. This Is unusual,
and the prisoner may become the friend.
Lady Ackland Is insistent on going down
the river to the enemy, where her husband,
Maj Ackland. Is wounded. Mr.. Brudeneli
and Miss Essex are for ACCOMPANYING her.
Its dangerous attempt to make, I've told
her. Into whose hands she may fall il un-
certain
He paused. walking up and down,
Being an officer Of Gen. Washington,
you can bring them into the camp more
safely than another. i have consented out
Of common humanity"
But my foe, Kate Essex. interrupted:
Cen. Burgoyne. I'd prefer not to have
this man with u.s."
IT'S necessary" Lady Ackland cried.
viii you let prejudice stand in the wayr'
Leave me, then." cried the other. pas
sfonately. Il prefer not to CO."
II can't. dear" Lady AckIand said, IT
went: butt must get to my husband -
she added.
Here the chaplain interrupted with a bow
30 me. II know Miss Essex has prejudice
against Mr.. sedley's politics. in which. we
must confess. we all share, but
Gen. Burgoyne." said /. stopping him,
Il thank you for your good offer-much
w33id wish TO DO any slight service may
The girl seemed silly.
You did US much kindness at Gen. Fra
seTs bedside last night" said the general
ceurteously.
your exceiIency, chance has brough,
about some curious events" said. bending
hYou can do a service" said the chaplain;
believe. with Gen. Burgoyns."
IF may will go gladly" I said "And
privilege"
~ despise your favor. as you, sir" she
cried, looking me full In the face, 'beins
with the rebels, when your family should
have left you loyal" This was woman left
hysterical by the roll OF the guns, / de.
cffed,
II know; expect nothing clse But IT,:
no pleasure to be In your camp, nor did
make this chance" said I'm q low voice t.
her.
"Ah. Nj. sedley." Lady Ackland cried