The bee., 1902-06-05
CHAPTER III.

The raid had no particular object
in view that he could discover, ex.
cept to forage, and take what they
could find from the citizens, and
many piece of meat, if it had not
been put In ashes-fine bed quilts
dresses, watches and pieces OF
iewelry, besides numerous other
things, were carried back with them
to camps. From one library, where
the owner was not at home, were
taken twenty six volumes; anything
to annoy the rebels.
Paul looked on and said nothing.
He felt it was wIsest, as he was
powerless to do anything, but it was
a constant struggle.
After a two days raid, the COM
mand turned back to their winter
quarters near Memphis. Paul tried
to be cheerful, and to make himself
useful. He couldn't bear to be idle.
He wanted to drive away thoughts
of home, and friends, as much as
possible by being employed.
The Col. was very kind, and treat
ed him more like a younger brother
than prisoner, and the men were
all kind to him, and respected him
as their commanders friend and
companion.
He took off his gray and put oil
the union blue uniform, with its
gilt braid and buttons. He was al
lowed to keep his horse, or rather
the horse of his bachelor friend
which he was riding, and Col. Ste
phens had him trained every day,
till he sat his horse and held him
self as erect as the best trained
soldier in the army.
He had his sleeping quarters near
his friend, and soon formed fond
attachment for him. Occasionally
he was permitted to visit the city
at night with one of the officers
Sometimes to a concert, sometimes
to the theatre. His visits by day
light came oftener. He was known
to many of the officers and privates
of the army encamped there, and
was quite q favorite with the Pro-
vost Marshal.
Thus winter passed, and spring
was approaching. Paul was getting
quite homesIck. Anxiety to hear
from father, mother and home was
growing stronger every day. He
had written to q school mate, be-
cause he feared to address a. letter
to one of his own name. >Befor that
schoolmate wrote in answered, an
other, who had heard of the letter,
but who had not learned that he
was known by the name Of Jimmie
Adkins, wrote and addressed Paul
Andrews. One morning while the
sutler was sorting out the mail,
Paul was standing near, deep look
of anxiety on his features. paul
Andrews" the sutler read, "Why
we have no such man here" he said,
"Oh, yes we have" said Paul, COM
ing hastily forward, II saw him a
short while ago, going over the hill
Give the letter to me, can over
take him." The letter was handed
to him, without the least suspicion,
and Paul hastened away, with the
precious letter clasped IN both
hands, and held over his loudly
throbbing heart, and all the time
the words, "news from home! News
from home," were ringing through
his mind as he ran.
Over the hill he was all alone, and
he sat down to hastily devour the
contents of his letter. 1t told OF
how his mother grieved for him,
and his father, until his father was
exchanged, and sent home. How
she was still grieving for him; and
would grieve until she could clasp
him in her arms again safe at home
1t told all the news of the neighbor-
hood, and Paul brave as he was,
could not help the tears from falling
on the paper as he read.
Obi how homesick 1T made him to
read that letter. He read it care
fully twice over, then struck match
and saw letrer and envelope in ashes
before he went back to his tent
He complained of headache-he
should have said heartache, and lay
quietly on his couch all the fore.
noon, thinking of loved ones al
home.
"Did you find your man?" asked
the sutler, putting his head in at the
tent door q moment. "Oh yes, easy
enough" said Paul. He doesn't