The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1898-07-13

, then turning with blanched checks. a
: wild terror in her eyes. In another mo.
, ment she had pushed me into closet
locked the door and taken out the kew,
Soon after l heard the tread OF men
and their voices in the room.
Standing bolt upright in my narrow
inclosure, my heart humping, was 1t
first too terror stricken to take heed of
what was passing on the other side of
the door, but presently becoming more
composed 1 listened and heard men'e
voices. | was too excited to take in all
that was said, nor could hear all, but
from certain words judged they were
confederate officers in consultation.
Then l heard them going out. l was
congratulating myself on the prospect
of speedy release, when a voice ex-
claimed:
There's a Yankee about here
At once l remembered that had left
my forage cap ON table in the room,
and doubtless it had been noticed by
one of the confederates. Then could
hear some one moving about, pulling
aside the furniture, and there was a
vigorous jerk at the closet door, fol-
lowed by a tremendous kick which
would have broken it through had it
not been of thick oak. After this l
could hear footsteps hurrying out of
| the room.
l knew that the man who was hunt
ing me had gone for some implement
with which to pry open the door, and
gave myself up for lost, but in twink
ling key was thrust into'the lock, the
door pulled open, and there stood Ma
mic. Motioning me to follow her she
led the way out by rear passage, and
| dashing across the yard, we hid in
clump of trees, her fingers pressed on
my lips to keep me silent. A man stand
ing near the front door, holding my
horse, had seen us and came toward
us. Mamie and 1 ran on and made our
way across field.
Halt, thar"
A ball stung the air close to our ears.
Drop, Mamie; I'll go on
81 must show you the ravine."
''Never mind the ravine; drop"
She would not drop, but ran ike
deer. Another bullet Missed by like an
angry serpent.
Drop, Mamie, for Heavens sake,
drop"
mo, once in the ravine they can't hit
you"
And this was the timid creature who
could not bear to hear how a man had
been killed-a coward.
For the first time in my life l, too,
was brave. placed myself directly in
line between Mamie and our pursuer.
l could not see the ground on which I
trod, and tripped on the root of tree.
Just then the weapon behind us
cracked again. Mamie staggered and
tossed her hands above her head, turned
partly round, then pitched forward and
fell on her face.
1 forgot everything but the tragedy
before me. Our pursuers ran ur, and
seeing Mamie lying on the ground
bleeding, and me bending over her,
hurried back to the house. People came
running out, some of them bearing
lights, among them Mamie's mother.
swooned. I took Mamie in my arms;
she looked up at me with faint smile.
Then suddenly my head swan. I lost
consciousness. I, too, had been hit. Far
from having felt fear, had not even
felt the bullet that wounded me.
Left by my captors at the house from
which I had vainly endeavored to es-
cana T WAC unread haoly m I;fa b,, NJ,
mics mother. AS l was in a critical
condition, everything of an exciting ma
ture was kept carefully from me. No |
one spoke to me of Mamie, and had no |
heart to mention her name. At the end |
of month | was pronounced out of |
danger and removed to a hospital. Be-
fore | was carried to the ambulance,
NAMES mother told me that was to |
receive visitor, and, leaving the room,
returned leading a girl whose dark
eyes stood out darker than ever in her
pale face.
why, Mamie! Thought you were
dead"
mo, only wounded and badly fright
ened."
l blushed crimson. Her modesty re-
minded me of my former boastfulness.
Mamie l said, hanging my head,
"they say that real Unborn genius is
1t must be so with cour-
age-that courage which is part of
your nature. You think yourself
coward. You have proved yourself
heroine"
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