The Washington weekly post. (Washington, D.C.) 1878-1916, 1900-02-27
A Story of the Blue and the Gray.
c. 7. FERRIS-

Tgr soldier guard al Gen. Birth
fazes place which lay on the
pa~uukey River. iOitered on re
hank With a string of freshly
r--rnt sea trout In his hand. The
-.-.. a..rr, u cannon al the front roll
I'm -raagor. and Tom Wentworth =
%. -..E.E with discomfort. IL was epic
..- tsyI which he craved. He turned
b. head % rust.ing-
.s..s-no-u.ug. Miss Polly" raising his
-.- u have q mess Of FISH here Tor Aunt
-t.as frying pan
.ry-.r do become Miss Polly 10 the
y.-g.a guard % my grandfather's plan
...-rrr Doc girl flashed out as she step
... ...a taE view
~ eas charming spparitlon despite
..sr-t-.r.E straw hat. the faded gingh1In
-.rr an. the hideOusly cobbled shoes
sr.-sT.-a faithful Uncle Jonas. the fam
an sra-a-au. had stgiyen 10 exc out a
.esa,y wardrobe. This Federal cavalry
,-...- rot long out Of college. could
fr-E o. nothing but some fab.ed hama
s-..4 Just merged from the cloyen bark
G. o.. big oak,
A. hsy turned. each with a sense Of
s..g irritation. tht soldier picked Up
p.ry Hrlrlaue'S hat which had fallen.
s..alag countless notes OF gold to shin:
..-a..slke ON her silky tOpknot. She took
Pie straw m0ustr0sity with gingeTly little
esf AMI an arctic thank YOU" and sud
denly az lmp.sh fancy seized her. for this
ues maid OF moods, whose pride was
MI Br5of agalus, lTrepressibie bubbles Of
..r--E and mischief Not far away squat
I'D TWO half grown negro boys, frown.ng
F#h mclpient war over a half ripe water
melon.
"Pyompsy. Caesar. cyome heah right
now called Polly, and she placed them
In pose u combat. ?ompey, the bully Of
tae plantation Juveniles. had often ham
uer-d Caesar 90 submission. and Polly
lr.t sure Of her champion. Now, Pyom-
rey you stand for our brave Confederacy.
o. you must fight like a hero in a grea:
cyaIse. for Caesar is the Moth. an Il you
don't whip him'-the lads GuakinG soul
taIeUO1ed the unCOmpleted sentence The
clash OF the champions as they butted
md wrestled and thrsshed each other
with windmill strokes was scarcely HON.
erie 6ut pretty mill OF its kind. At last
P9mpey stumbled and went to grass,
WheTeupOn the unChivairOus Caesar, with
memories Of contumeiy and defeat tester
Mg in his black bosom, knelt on the
sguirmiHg body and pommeled il with a
tattoo OF thwacks. AT last Pompey, all
other thoughts blotted out by the play OF
those ruthless fists. bawled out, Il gives
b. Hlggah," and, once released, scuttled
sgsy over field and fence.
&. Il
Of Polly's spirit. All glimmer of humoI
faded is the battle waXed. while her wide
eyes were full of woe, and the absurd
was blown away in the terror OF a por-
tent. There was something pathetic in
her Quivering eagerness and the dismay
which darkened over the close Of the vi.
carlous strife Big drops swelled i'm POlly's
eyes. and she ragged with the suspicion
that this Northern invader was laughing
10 his sleeve. But all wagglsh impulse hal
fed from his sympathetic heart as h,
felt how sorely smitten a beautiful young
woman had been by the outcome Of stak.
ing the anxieties Of a great cause on the
soOthsaying of a bagatelle
Don't feel so about this frifie. Twas a
mere accident" said Tom his voice mel
lowed by an indescribable feeling.
She started as If a hornet had stung
her. Never speak to me again, you
wretchT she flung back at him over her
shoulder. Fastening toward the house
with as quick a pace as comported with
smarting dignity.
The soldier scowled at the back of the
offended young Diana. Don't fret your
self. Miss Brundage. 1 shan't weep over
H."