The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1901-03-29

aloud at such q poor kind OF ghost
that would run at the first fire.
"What on earth are you laughing
at?" demanded the girl~from the horse s
back
awoke with jerk and replied:
SAT your gratitude. -
But ! was on the verge of sleep again
in five minutes, and the trees and the
hills and the bushes were playing new
tricks with me. The bushes were espe-
cially impudent, nodding to me and
then to each other and then saying
aloud:
"Here he goes Look at him-making
fool of himself and wasting his time
over all English girl who hates him
and all his countrymenl'
picked up a stone, threw it at one
excessively impudent bush and shouted
at the top of my voice:
cts liel''
For heavens sake, Mr.. Marcel, +"
cried the girl. whats the matter?
Have you fever?''
81 was dreaming" said confused
ly, and made no further explanation,
for she asked no more, merely saying
that she hoped it was no worse than
that
The trees and bushes did not cease to
nod at me and waggle their heads at
each other and make jeering remarks
about me, but | paid no further atten-
tion to them, treating them with the
lofty scorn of silence, which is supposed
to be the most effective of all replies
The road led into billy country, but !
tramped on i'll E:y dream, becoming
dimly conscious that it was growing
light SAf.,r off there in the east, just
where the sky touched the earth, was a
bar of light shining like silver. AS
looked it broadened and began to roll
up like great wave of molten silver
On the horizon the hills and trees rose
out of the darkness
Old Put turned his face to the day
light and whinnied approval. An an
swering whinny came as 20 cavalry
men galloped around hill, opening in
two lines and closing up again, with us
in the center
"Wake up! Wake up, mani Why,
you II walk into river or over cliff
if you sleep on in this way" said one
of the cavalrymen, leaning over and
slapping me vigorously Oh the shoulder
awoke and looked up at his be-
whiskered English face and his bestrip-
cd English coat and was filled with con-
fusion and dismay,
"Why, he isn't awake even yeti"
said the officer, with a laugh. Are you
from Cornwallis?'
His tone, though eager, was friendly,
and the reason for his question flashed
upon me. 1t was the red coat that
wore, Crowder's coat, which had served
me one good turn already.
eyes. | said, my names Hinkle
and I'm from CORVALLIS with an i'm
portant message for Tarleton. was
pursued last night by gang of rebels,
who shot my horse, but escaped them
in the wood An hour ago overlook
Miss Howard here, who also has an i'm
portant dispatch for Tarleton, and am
trying to pilot myself and her to him
Mt the same time,
The officer raised his hat to Miss
Howard and regarded her with open ad-
miration
"Your bravery and LOYALTY equal
your beauty, Miss Howard" he said.
England can never suffer when we
have such as you. Don't you remember
me? I'm Lieutenant George Cuthbert,
and had the honor of an introduction
to you at Lord Corvallis ball il
Charleston some months ago."
Indeed do" she said in tone oi
recognition, land hope that we shall
meet again soon under such peaceful
circumstances, but now must hasten
on, for my message will not wait, and 81
must this kind soldier, who has beer
such an assistance and protection to me-
Can you direct us by the best road tt
Tarleton?'
keep straight on the way you art
going" said the officer, "and if yor
hurry you ought to overtake Tarletor
before noon. Have no fear of the rebels
for Tarleton is driving them all aheat
of him, except one small party to thu
south of here, for which we are look
ing. I'd give you an escort into Tarle
toms camp, but l need all my trooper
for the task have in hand.
II thank you for your courtesy anC
information, Lieutenant Cuthbert, sh'
replied, land hope that we will NEE
again soon in Charleston when all thes
rebels are taken.
"And that will not be long, Mis-
Howard" he said, with gallant bow
He gave the word to his troopers, ant
they galloped on.
During this ordeal the behavior O
/ Old Put was something wonderful t,
see. Though he hated redcoat as
cat hates n snake, he seemed to under
stand that he had part to act and tina
he must act it we'll. All his true char
acter disappeared. He was a shambling
dropping horse. with his head dow
and ready to submit to anything, jus
an ordinary, oppressed British horse O
the lower classes, not proud spirite,
American horse, conscious of the Dec
laration of Independence and the trutl
that all men and horses are born fre
and equal.
But when the last of the Britisl
troops had disappeared around the hill
and the gallop of their horses had sun
into a mere echo Old Put resumed hi
former and true character-his figur