Saint Mary's beacon., 1899-11-30

camp II Tou ware on Jour way q
rebel quarters?'
| Il refnse to answer that or am
other question ron put TO me.
Then, with childlike vehemeuce
4 bate you,. Lieutenant Yank I
all the bitterness offrustrated pur.
pose lit mp in her face and made
her whole frame dllate with anger.
The lieutenant dropped his glance
before her rage, and then lifted his
smiling eyes to her:
/ And do Jon think love you.
Miss Rebel p
3 ne sarcastic question took her
- sufpsise- She locked Il him,
and then dropped her erect lashes
at sight Of something that dwelt
in the dark depths Of the mans
eyes. She could have cried aloud,
but she shiverej, and then, run
ming over to the big sofa, threw
herself on it and hid her gray eyes
in the pillow. The lieutenant was
astoHished at her behavior, and
more than smszed ct himself; for
the question he asked her in irony
suddenly answered him so truly
that he almost reeled under the
blow.
He sat down again in the leather
srm chair. She lay still. sobbing
She was thinking Of something she
had often dreamed Of; she felt it
had come to her from q stranger,
an enemy-unasked-oh, shame !
She felt her rebel sword snap and
turn to molten steel. At that mo-
ment she felt she could have fol-
lywed him wherever he went, meek
lY. aye. gladly.
The lieutenant rose and walked
over to where the 1.-the figure made
white patch in the gathering
gloom of the oak parlor.
'Miss Judith, he said, 'look at
me-
She turned her pretty face, bali
smiling through the tear stains.
Little girl, am sorry these con-
ditions exist-sorry they exist be-
tween you and me. / am afraid
you will have to stay here until the
general sends other orders. | hate
to keep you' (did he?) but while
you are under my charge you will
receive every consideration. Won't
you try to forget that you are Q
prisoner? Think you are my guest.
| She did not answer for q time.
In that pause q vision Of Q long
dead Judith at the tent of her coun-
try's enemy came to her. She had
all the beauty of that Judith-did
she possess that power? Yes, why
not? She would fascinate this
man to his own deetruction-he
should not have power over her.
She put ont her white hand to his
brown one.
Il will try to forget the unpleas.
ant circumstances under which
am here, lieutenant. and content
myself as the guest of q gentleman.
There was much talk of the fair
young prisoner, among the men.
The privates worshiped her from
afar, rebel though she was. And
she was doing her best to creep into
their hearts. She took care of the
sick. read to them, soothed them.
The lieutenant was entertained in
the evenings by her singing, the
men hovering around within esr-
shot when sne opened the dusty pi-
ano. and, touching the ivory keys,
pealed forth her soft contralto TO
the summer air.
| One night they we're all singing
Q hymn TO the tune OF John
Browns Body She rested her
white fingers on the keys, and lis
tened. The suppressed volume of
fervor floated through the long
windows:
In the beauty OF the lilies Christ was born
across tie sea,
with q glory in bis bosom that transagures
you and me.
As he died to make men holy. let US die TO
make men free.
While God Il marching On.
| She turned to the lieutenant, who
sat over in q dark corner. IL that
the wav you Northerners, feel hon.
estly p
Yes he huskily replied. The
man was groaning in his heart at
its perversity. He loved the girl
with all the stored up love Of his
life. And she-she made ao sign,
when he came and went at her bid
/ dsnu Ike q h,u N.-f~ar.