The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-08-08

Suddenly the voice of Don Carlos,
her fathers valet, broke up her dream.
Missy, de cunnel done want yo'."
Who was it that went into the house
awhile ago, Carlos?" she asked, rising
slowly
I dunno, missy. But hear him say
somethin' or mother bout big battle
dat was fo't yest'dy up at de Mon
mouth dollhouse"
What, where?'
Miss Betty's cheeks were white
enough now.
The colonel awaited his daughter on
the piazza. He was a tall spare man
and walked with a limp.
Father, is it true what Carlos tells
me? Are you sure there has been
battle at Monmouth courthouse and
and that many of our men and officers
are-killed? Oh, fatheri"
Come here, Betty. Why do you lis
ten to the tales those lying negroes
tell. Fly, child: don't be foolish. A SOL
dier's sweetheart and frightened, be-
cause, Derchance, he has had to do a
little fighting. Lucky dog to have a
strong right hand with which TO strike
a blow for his country" And the
colonel looked ruefully at his own right
wrist from which the hand had been
severed.
"Oh. father, those horrible battles
but at q glance from her father she
stopped, compressed her lips and
Strengthened her shoulders. DO you
believe, sir" she continued in a calm
voice, yet with look Of intense anxi-
ETY. in her beautiful eyes, that many
of our men have been killed-do you
think
The colonel patted her cheek reas-
suringly. Don't fret, my love. We
have lost some brave men, / fear;
though for the brave man in whose
welfare you are particularly interested
fancy he is safe enough. But a gen
tleman arrived here 20 minutes ago
who saw the whole encounter. You
shall hear from his own lips what ne
has already told me-"
The colonel led the way into the
house. Father and daughter paused
at the drawing room door. The man
whom Betty had seen from the lawn
stood in one of the deep windows. His
back was toward them He still wore
his hat, and from beneath its brim a
shock of black hair struggled down
upon his shoulders. One arm was
raised and rested against the window
frame, and Betty noticed with sur
prise that the loose sleeve of his coarse |
gray jacket, which had fallen back at
the wrist, revealed a bit of what looked |
like a military coat sleeve underneath. |
my daughter
At the sound of his voice, the man at |
the window turned hastily.
My father" said Betty, and paused |
looking curiously at the SLOUGH hat, |
which he did not remove, though his |
hand sought it involuntarily. Something
in the strangers eyes was familiar and /
she proceeded in a puzzled tone, My !
father tells me that you bear tidings of |
bn l1nf a n
courthose. l am most anxious to hear
them; but methinks I could listen with
more comfort, sir, if you would remove
your hat"
Madam, 1 will" he responded. and
linging it off, along with a mass of
black hair, revealed the face of Frank
Balfour, q lieutenant in WashingtOn's
-ress Betty Winthrop.
Frank"
-Bettyl"
Colonel Winthrop chuckled: You see,
my love, there is still remnant of our
army left
Thank Cod" murmured Betty,
whose face was hidden against Bal
ours breast.
Amen" echoed her lover and the
colonel in a breath.
Then the colonel said: Il was right in
linking that you would prefer to hear
What this gentleman had to tell from
lis own lips, was I not?" and without
Waiting for a reply to this evidently
needless question, he continued: Il mean
o send Carlos out 10 watch, lest some
tragglers from the kings troops get
Wind of your presence here alone, and
axe it into their heads to pay us an
visit. We are not for out
f their line of march, if they are en-
QUITE for Sandy Hook" With a kindly
od TO the young people, the colonel
eft the room.
ITO think that I should not have
-nown you from the first. Frank"
And TO think what a struggle l had
o keep from running to you at once,
yhen I saw you on the lawn, instead of
evealing myself TO your father first
Sitting beside his sweetheart, her
and clasped in his, the young lieuten-
mt told her how Clinton's army with
s horde of campfollowers, had swept
own through New Jersey, with Wash
lgton close in their wake of the des-
crate battle fought the day before,
ear Monmouth courthouse. We f
ly'' said he, within earshot of the E
british lines; our sentries patrolled :
lose to their Outmost pickets: and yet,
hen day broke, and we looked across
} where the night before a great army c
ad been encamped. 10, il had disap g
cared as completely as if the earth +
ad opened and swallowed it up. Our
knew no bounds, for we :
ad gone to sleep with our hands on l
ur sword hilts, ready to finish carving +