The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1898-08-18

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Yes. ofte1 and often. At sixteen
she was as fair as the lils and as
sweet as the rose. was her senior
by ten year,. H-r people had lost
e,crgtbius by the war. | persuaded
o brother Of hers 70 accept or my
NE. ne and reud her 10 boarding. !
ecnorl,. IL und-rstood, and act d |
like msn. Wa.n't .h- mine a.
r. ads.
Ore day went L. TO the Read
II ,use IN Chatia1o"ga 10 buy a
cgar. AS ! stood there, smoking,
the proprietor OF the cigar stand
,aId 10 M:
al promised Northerre' this
morning t. take him out On Missi ~
ar9 Ridge. find | cant q. You
Tx. NY place. You know more
about that country than | do, any
way"
had leisure. 81 d | would &.
] ~ NDiuR nun = 2iIi' Iii anu VIC ot"E
ted. On the way Out, he said
My friend, III tell you what |
want to GO out for chased Goa
federate spy through that section one
day. ! was III the cavalry service.
We Let him near an old mans' or.
IL got away into the bush. The
sweetest i,.tls girl | ever laid my
/ eyes on showed US where he had run
across the yard. can see her yet,
stretching her little limbs to show
us how b.. ran. have often
wondered il she escaped the horrors
Of war. want to see if We can find
the old mansion"
NJ old enemy, 81 sy..'
A Jealous pang went through me
like shot.
"ls it really the old place you
want TO see.
said it in such an abrupt way
that he looked. A flush OverspreaC
his face.
at would be delightful to mee
her and recall that day"
He was frank enough about it. H'
was after me, then. Now, he wa
, aftc- my sweetheart. There are
stripes in peace as well AS in war. |
, he should see her now he would try t.
get her from me. | could keep hin
from finding the place. Should /
, No. l would be a man.
r "Deacribe the place." said !.
He did.
told him | knew where it was.
"Is the girl alive Do you know
herr"
, 81 know the family" said stithy
. Again he looked AT me in quee
= way.
We rode on in silence.
, Suddenly he exclaimed "By joye
D There's the place."
/ had been guiding him toward il
If he rode by | had determined tina
2 he should never be any the wiser.
r
;. One day l called upon my littl
Pearl. often did so.
"Whom do you think has been t
s me-" she said.
: couldn't guess, but there was
y pain in my heart.
"Your old cavalry friend" NJ
b old cavalry FREUD. He didn't nee
a guide any more
81 might have known it." Thel
was bitterness in my voice.
"Don't be cross. Here, let N
pin this rose in your lapel" A
u she did so | kissed her. 1t was a
IL right, o, what sweet afternoo
II We had.
But that Union fellow kept con
=" ing. | knew he would. | had a
'e ready begun to See that she locke
upon me as upon a father or eld'
l. brother. Her own father had bee
killed IN the war. With what bite
,e ness saw my sweetheart being stole
,e from me. How | repented me {
IL bringing him out on the Ridge th'
day. But he won her. They a.
!: now living in a Massachusetts, tow
| see them frequently. He
I never know how l love her. | new
h see her but what that swaet vision
Il the little face behind the lilac bus
as comes to me. He and | always qua
"a rel over politics. lie ia one of tho
At "mean Republicans" and he says
= still Butt;rnutt rebel" The
70 Pearl patches up truce. But
guess honors are about, even. 1t
m al right. Who am |, anyway?
j I'm only garrulous old bachel
If doctor. He's my brother-in-l la,
in I'm living with them.
es I've played ''high spy" wi;
n Pearls children around those san
II, old lilac bushes down there at Il
~ old mansion On the Ridge. v
n spend the winters there. Well, we
in well. Times works wonde,
h What's this? a tear. You-foolisf
to old-rascal. How happy l ami
10 PEARLS sake.
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