The San Francisco call., 1898-06-19

terfly in one long day of sunshine.
 Strange, was 1t not, that she should turn from all this to brave dangers the thought of which might well cause stout-hearted men to hesitate before facing them? That she should of her own free choice give up her career, her luxuries, her f1atterino friends, all per sonal comfort and all real assurance of personal safety, to become scout and spy for the Union forces, for the simple but to her sufficient reason that she felt that her country needed just the special work that she could do better than any one else who could, at that time, be secured?
 She knew that in entering this work she braved more than the possibility of shameful death, for the Southern CTS, though chivalrous, were never mer- ciful to spies, but her patriot soul look ed above all this at the starry banner that she loved, and so gazing she for got all but the fact that she was needed to help hold it aloft.
 There are those alive to-day who re- member well the night when Pauline Cushman made her dramatic exit from the scene of her many triumphs. She had been playing a long engagement in Woods Theater, Louisville and had had a brilliantly successful season, both socially and professionally. The city was full of carefully repressed Se- cession sentiment, and Pauline was the center of attraction to the large con- tingent of paroled Confederate officers who made the place their temporary home. One of these gentlemen, with a view to making o sensation and anger ing the loyal residents, dared the popu- lar actress to drink a toast to Jefferson Davis in one of the scenes of the Seven Sisters" the play then on the boards, and she gave him her word that she would.
 All over the town the news spread, and on the appointed night the theater was packed with both friends and foes of the Confederacy, all eager to see if the programme would be carried out The audience was a strange one, and the atmosphere of the crowded hall was like that which precedes a tropi- cal thunderstorm-dea still, and full of foreboding which is almost a promise of tragedy.
 The play went on smoothly and quiet ly until the fateful moment came. Then, with brilliantly flashing eyes and a smile that was scornfully triumphant albeit she was more than a trifle pale behind the rouge that she had thought best to wear for this one night, Miss Cushman advanced to the front of the stage and raising a wine glass on high in her slender hand, said clearly, de- nDerately ana denantly: Heres to Jefferson Davis and the Southern Con- federacy. May the South always main- tain her honor and her rights"
 The house became pandemonium on the instant, and the terrified manager who had never believed that the dash ing actress would carry out what he considered an idle boast intended to advertise herself, rang down the cur tain before the wine glass touched the laughing lips.
 That night Pauline was discharged from the company. and the next day she was the idol of every Southerner who heard the story. Every door and every heart was open to her, and when, after being loniZed for some time in Louisville, she was sent beyond the lines on account of her openly express ed disloyalty. the people of Nashville, considering her a victim of Yankee tyranny, welcomed her enthusiastically and lauded her to the skies.
 Not for many months was the truth even suspected. No one save the ac- tress herself and those under whose or ders she was working knew that pre- vious to that sensational episode in Louisville she had made a confidant of Colonel Moore, the provost marshal of the district, convinced him of her stanch loyalty, taken the oath of al-