News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1901-11-13

| up and give her parting kiss. | cast
| Il glance at Helen. There was intense
/ interest in her face, but among so
many emotions l could not discover
which predominated l went with the
| soldiers down to the gate, where L
! found my horse, and mounting, a cav
| alryman on each side of me, rode away
with the troop.
! We proceeded up the pike for a short
distance, then, crossing the railroad
track, struck a road which bent to the
| east.
Captain" l said, 81 don't like the
direction you are going. If your i'll
| tentions were not murderOus, you
would take me to Huntsville and exam
| inc into the charge against me. 1t APP
pears that you are taking me into the
country to dispose Of me-"
81 am on my way to join my squad
ron near Brownsborough, sir, where
yo' will have an opportunity to face
yo'r accuser. If yo' are innocent, yoll
have no trouble. Yo' can enlist in my
company"
THANK you. Do look like a man
who would go begging for commits
! sion?"
81 beg yo'r pardon, sir" And he lift
ed his hat apologetically.
had retained my GOODNESS thus far,
but 1 confess l did not like the situa-
ton. As a southern man, used to
southern people, | felt a certain conf
dence, yet if it were known that l was
a Union officer l would be put out of
the way without benefit Of clergy.
Who was the man who had informed
against me? What did he know? The
more l thought about it the more in
tense became my anxiety. Suddenly l
looked up and saw white tents. l
knew at once by the looks of the camp
that it contained one or two companies
! of cavalry. There was a railroad brid
near by, crossing what | knew to be
Flint river, and judged that the cav
airy was guarding this bridge.
| had forgotten my unlucky wound
| and was intent on the camp when,
passing under overhanging branches,
n stiff bough scraped my arm. and |
! felt at once that it had been injured. l
told the captain Of my fears, and we
! halted to make an examination. TAX
| ing off my coat, there, as | expected,
was a stain of fresh blood on my shirt
sleeve.
you needn't trouble yourself to MUIR
der me-" | remarked. That wound is
better enemy than all my others to-
gether."
The captain cast glances about him
| for a house He had no intention of
numbering me or being a party indi-
rectly to my death. While he was
making a survey of the surrounding
country | was twisting my handker-
chief above the wound.
Can you get TO that plantations" he
asked
| looked up and saw large manor
house about half mile distant, with
its 1anEing rows of negro huts.
II can try it,
We mounted and rode on and in a
few minutes passed into the gateway
between imposing stone posts, proceed
ing by a winding way to the house. |
was glad to dismount and get inside
the spacious hall out of the sun. There
| sat down on an old fashioned hair
cloth mahogany sofa.
A number of white and negro chill
dren, who were playing together as
contentedly as if the pickaninnies were
not the property Of their fair skinned
playmates, stood gaping at me. a slim
man with a determined mouth, at the
corners of which were marks of to-
bacco juice--he turned out to be an
Overseer-an equally thin elderly wo-
man, whom | had heard addressed as
, Miss Pinkley, and a quadroon girl
made up the group. | was sitting with
my head resting against the sofa back,
weak and Respondent. Suddenly down
the great winding staircase came a
young girl with shapely petite figure,
pretty oval face and an olive COM
plexion, from which two almond shap-
ed eyes flashed at me and the group
about me with the quintessence of as
constituent. Running her words to-
gether in a way peculiar to herself, she
asked
"What's the matterW
"The gentleman's bleeding from 8
wound in the arm, Miss Jack" said the
luadroon girl.
"Who is he? What is he? Is he go
Ing to die" She fired the words as il
: they were bullets.
"Jaqueline." put in the elderly lady
called Miss Pinkley, don't ask so many
I questions at once" Then she went up
l stairs. remarking that she would bring
|, her smelling salts.
. 81 don't think I'm going to die just
+ yet" l said. smiling encouragingly at
0 the young girl whose interest had ex-
o cited. 81 received wound few days
: ago and have had very bad luck with
l it. Anything that hits me never fails
c to strike the tender spot"
"Why don't you lie down? Cynthia,
g 60 get pillows"
Cynthia, the quadroon girl, was en-.
l. gagged at that moment trying to driv
: away the children and did not at ono
n obey.
It Cynthia, 20 get pillowsw repeats