Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-12
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provelnent She was a true English rose, I could see that-a rose of Devon or Warwick or Kent, or whatever is fair est among their roses, a girl with vel low hair that shone like fresh gold ill the sun, tinted with red in the freight, and a brow of white and cheeks of the warm pink that is the heart of the pink 1 rose. Oh, we'll, as I said twice before, everybody knows that the most beauti- ful women are the most dangerous, and l wondered if these Saxon maidens of old England were ever an exception. For moment felt feeling of warmth and kinship to old England, but then this England, which is so kind to herself and so appreciative of her own merits, has never been anything but an enemy to us.
 What are you thinking of, Mr. Marcel:'' she said suddenly as she looked up. "Why are you so serious?'' 1T am astonished that you should ad- dress me as MT. Marcel and not as rebel, with q rope around his neck.''
 She patted the floor meditatively 1 with her foot and looked away from me and at the fire.
 It was 8 mistake due to forgetfu1- l ness," she said, with an air of resent ment. "1 will not do it again. "I would not forget epithets when you speak of us, "I said. "You will get out of practice, and then you will be unlike the remainder of your country men and countrywomen Do you want another quarrel?" she asked pointedly. "I should think that we had enough to do to carry on our quarrel with those men outside.'' She went to the window and took a long look.
 "They are still by the. fire,'' she said, land see your horse too. He is dining like the rest of us.' "Where?'' cried, for I was some- what surprised at the early reappear- ance of Old Put.
 There's another crack here. Use it,' she said. Don't you see him grazing over there to the left in that field, sur rounded by tumble down fence, or rather the rails of what used to be fence?''
 In truth, it was Old Put, about 50 yards to the left of the cavalrymen and grazing with supreme horse content, as if no enemy were within 50 miles of
 
 he stood, and I suppose some blades of grass had retained their freshness and tenderness despite the wintry winds. It was these that Old Put sought, with the assiduous attention to detail and keen eye for grist characteristic of him.
 There was a fine, full moon, she'd ding silver gray light over the earth Old Put was clothed in its radiance, and we could see him as distinctly as if he stood at the window-the long, taper ing head; the velvety nose, which slid here and there over the grass in search of the tender stems; the sinewy neck and the long. powerful body, marked often, it is true, by wear and war, but i'll the prime and zenith of its strength My saddle was still upon his back, but that was trifle to which he had long since grown accustomed in his life with q cavalryman.
 How rash of him, I thought, to come so near the British! The old doubt which had of Old Put when he allow ed himself to be deceived by the girl came back to me. Perhaps he was real ly growing old, falling into his dotage. Surely nothing else could account for his taking such a risk! Iwould have shouted to him to go away had I thought he could hear me, but knew my voice could not reach him, and in suspense and anxiety merely watched that old horse as he continued to graze almost within the light of his enemy's campfire
 (To Be Continued,