The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1901-11-06


draw nearer cnn see Ginger. his broad
mouth stretched In grin of pleasure
mt sight of Yankee troops. A figure Is
sitting In II wicker chair on the vernn-
dn. dark eyes flashing In pale face.
IL Is Jnquellne.
Riding up to the gate, | am out of
my saddle almost before my horse has
stopped. Buck gives n cry and Jumps
into my arms. Ginger grasps my hand.
"By lingo. Mr. Brandystone." cried
Buck. I'm mighty glad to see you'll
Since got back after nghtin g'riljas
like
MARS. It's good TO de eyes Z see
yo'," interrupted Ginger enthuslastical-
ly.
"After fightin g'rillas like II man
"What! Mr.. Brnnderstane, and in the
uniform of Federal otlicerW
II was Mr.. Stnnforth. He looked at
me. surprised. then put out his hand.
But | always suspected the old man to
be at heart n Unlonist.
Buck kept on. After fghtin g'rillas
like n man | come back
Upon my word!'
Another of the family was express
ing surprise TO see former guest with
the Union troops. Mrs. Stanforth look
ed painrd. but she had nursDd me when
| was suffering. and her motherly feel
ings got the better of her prejudices.
took her hand, and she did not with
draw II.
II say. Mr.. Brandystone." Buck now
fairly shouted. after tightin g'rillas
like man | come back hyar to be fol.
Tered roun by that doggone old Lib!'
II was out at last, and the boy looked
relieved. | broke away and. advancing
toward Helen, put out my hand.
She turned away from me with con-
tempt.
Fortunately at that moment ! espied
little Ethel looking at me w!stfully
and. taking her up. hid my face and
my anguish In her tresses. Then. look
ing up. saw that Jack was waiting
for me. and. going upon the veranda,
took both her hands In mine.
"Yo'rr the only Yankee In the world
I want to see," she said enthusiastical-
! ly.
"Gollyw cried Buck behind me. Turn
! ing. | saw what had surprised him
| the guerrillas riding by as prisoners.
| They had been conducted to Shelby
| Vile by the company of cavalry which
had captured them and were now
| part of the procession Of men and
horses hurrying by. Captain Ringold
looked up ut us with melancholy
stare. He caught sight of Jack, and
shall remember to my dying day the
SAD look In his eyes as they rested for
moment upon hers.
The advancing army moved rapidly
! on and was soon mingled mass of
! guns and horses in the distance. The
sun touched bayonets and flags flashed
for an instant, then were lost in turn
in the road. The region which had 80
suddenly been enlivened relapsed into
the quiet of the country.
Jaqueline begged me to go into the
house. | declined. Mr.. Stanforth add.
ed his invitation.
THANK you, Mr.. Stanforth, but l
must rcjoin my regiment at once. This
Is no time for me to be absent"
you shall come In long enough to
drink one glass of wine to show that
you are our FREUD" l saw that he
would be not only hurt. but with his
strong southern impulse, angered II l
refused, and reluctantly consented to
spare few minutes to pledge my for
mer host.
l entered the house supporting Jack
and was turning into the library.
where | had passed my time while
wounded. when Jack guided me into
the parlor opposite. Helen left us and
went into the library. Lib came In
bearing decanter and glasses.
drank to the host and the assembled
company, promising that during the
occupation by the Union forces would
use my influence to gain them every
favor and protection. ! had drained
my glass and, setting 1t down, was
about to go out to mount my horse
when Helen came out of the library
and crossed the hall, hand In hand
with an officer In Confederate uni
form. His forehead was bound with a
handkerchief. he walked with Difficult.
ty and. ! judged. had been severely
wounded. Jack sprang forward and
seized the other hand.
Major Branderstane." said Helen
"my brother"
Great God! Before me stood-my en-
emy!
AS at night by fash of lightning
one may see for an instant a landscape
distinct in all its details. SO saw again
the events OF the night of the massa
ere. There were the flashing shotguns
the soldiers coming down the hill. O
figure with garments streaming in the
wind running to me for protection
And now before me stood the man will
the smoking pistol. Involuntarily pu
my hand to my revolver.
Il am your prisoner, SIR" he SAID
Ill. n