New Ulm review., 1901-07-31
NY GA PTIV E.
By JOSEPH A. ALTsHELER,
Author of "a Soldier of Manhattan,"
1.-THE Sun of Sardtoga,n Etc
rCopyright, 1900 by Joseph A. Altaheier-l
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CHAPTER VIII
JUL1A's REVENGE.


straight to the northwest. in which di-
rection thought Morgan, with his lit
tie army, lay, or rather marched At
last the bush began to grow thinner
and the trees to stand farther apart |
inferred tha5 we were approaching the
end of the forest, and / was not sorry,
as the travelling was hard, and I believed
that we had lost our pursuers. Present
ly we came into the open, and let the
girls s hand drop.
Which way are we going now?" she
asked.
wait moment, y | said.
put two fingers to my lips and
blew between them whistle, soft and
long and penetrating.
why do you do that?'' asked the
girl in fright, coming toward me-
''You will bring them upon us again >
Watt repeated, and / blew the
whistle second time. We stood mo-
tionless for two minutes, and then /
heard faint crush, crush, as of ap-
preaching footsteps.
''They are comingl'' cried the girl,
seizing my arm .'Let us run into the
wood again. =
"Wait, y said for the third time.
The footsteps approached rapidly, and
figure, gigantic and formidable in the
gray light, appeared through the trees
The girl cried aloud in a panic Of terror
and gripped my arm
Don't be alarmed, Julia, dear. 2 l
said "See who it ISL
h
glad, familiar whinny and rubbed his
nose on my disengaged arm. Then he
started back, and his eyes famed with
wrath.
Don't be angry, old comrade, y l.
said. 1t is true wear red coat, but
it is only a disguise, a ruse, and will
get rid of it as soon as can. .
He wagged his head as a sign that
my apology was sufficient and made no
further protest. slipped the bride
over his head, and the girl broke into
nervous laugh of relief.
Did you think Old Put would desert
a comrade?' asked.
wait here just moment, - con-
tinued led Old Put little distance,
and gathering up some dry leaves wiped
the stains off his hoofs. Then returned
with him to her and told her to jump
upon his back, but the horse SHE'D away
from her, showing aversion and anger.
Never mind, Old Put. " / said "It
is all right. She won't beat you again.
She likes US both. y
It seems to me that you are rather
inclusive in your statements. !" she said
"Get up" I said, and, giving her
hand, assisted her to jump upon the
back of Old Put, who had received my
explanation with perfect confidence and
assumed a protecting air toward her.
And now once more for Morgan, =
I said
(which, of course, means Tarleton
in the end, she said. And want to
say, Mr.. Marcel, that when the rebel
army is taken I shall not forget the
service that you have done me at great
risk to yourself. My father has infu-
ence with Colonel Tarleton, and I shall
ask him to secure your good treatment
while in captivity.
She spoke with quite an English
that is to say, quite patronizing air
You are very kind, said, "but
Morgan has not been caught yet, has he,
Old Put?'
Women think it their right to abuse
man and receive nothing but chivalry
in return.
The old horse shook his head defiant
1y, and I felt encouraged. We had en-
tered good country for travelling and
at last came into something that was
meant evidently for a road, but it very
much more resembled a gully washed
out by the rains. It led in the right di-
rection, and l followed it, despite my
persuasion that we were now in terri
tory practically occupied by the British
and were much more likely to meet
them in the road than in the fields or
forest But was tired of such difficult
travelling, and, being extremely anxious
to rejoin Morgan, I chose the course
which promised the best speed.
Old Put carried the girl, and walked
on before, holding his bride in my
hand. / sank into kind of walking
doze-that is, slept on my feet and
with my feet moving. ] was but dimly
conscious, but / knew that could put
my trust in Old Put and that he would
warn me if she made any attempt to
escape. Whether the girl was asleep or
wide awake l knew not, for my brain
was too tired and dull then to tell me
but looking back once, she seemed to be
awake. She had slept well in the hut,
while only a short nap had fallen to me.
We We're in the darkest hours, those
that stretch out their length between
midnight and dawn, and walked on
over a dim and shadowy world Some
times was not conscious that my feet
touched anything but air. This queer
feeling that I was walking on nothing
lasted for more than half an hour and
then my half sleep took another phase
came back to earth, and the red clay
of the road took on for awhile the color
of blood. The trees by the roadside
raced past rows of phantoms, holding
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