Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1903-03-05
DAILY SHORT STORY
When They Met Again.

from the cold wind that forced its way
through the loose windows.
Yes" replied his wife, throwing
more covering over her sleeping babe.
81 should dread to be out in such q
night
at will go hard with the revolution
lists. 1 hope this winter will freeze
them out entirely"
'If it doesn't, we will go back to
Spain in the spring"
There was Il quick rap at the door.
Garez sprang up and opened it. There
stood woman, with the dark eyes, IA
ven hair and olive complexion of a
Cuban, bearing in her arms a little
child. Garez drew back.
81 am Sonora Garnet" said the wo-
man. For heavens sake, give me shell
ter, at least for the night. The Span
ish soldiers have burned our house and
taken my husband to jail"
Il know you well, sonora. You are
one of the few rich Cuban revolution
lists. You have lived in Il great house
in the midst of your sugar plantation.
Now you have no home over your head
and ask shelter under the lowly roof of
loyal Spaniard. Go on in the rain
till you find one of your own kind to
take you in And he shut the door in
her face
With a moan the woman turned
away. a dim light shone far away,
and she made toward it, the rain beat
ing down on her already drenched gar
ments. the wind chilling her to the
bone Holding the child close to her
70 II no esfO Shn
dered on till she at last reached a hut,
through the window of which came the
light of u candle, and fell exhausted
against the door. In another moment
a man lifted her and her child into the
hut. His hair and beard were white,
but he had the erect bearing of one
who had been a soldier.
For heavens sake, sonora" said
the man in broken Spanish, what do
you out on such n night?''
II am the wife of Senior Garnet. The
Spanish soldiers have burned our house
and taken my husband to Jail"
"Garnet?' said the man." II served
under q Major Garnet in the States.
We were Confederates. But he would
be now too old to be your husband"
my husband is much older than l.
He was in the Confederate army and
came here when the southern people
gave up the unequal contest"
"You are welcome, sonora, to what
have, but it is not much. l was with
your husband through many a cam
paign and loved and admired him for
brave man."
The old man helped her to a rude
lounge before the fire, heated some
liquor, which he induced her to drink,
and warmed some milk for her child.
Then he went out to a neighboring
house and brought back dry clothing,
after which he left her for the night.
Sonora Garnet spent months in the
abode of Antoine Cavillac, Louisiana
creole who had drifted to Cuba, where
he had been employed in Il tobacco
| house The old man was happy in min
| istering to her comfort. During the
day he was busy securing food and
other necessarieS for his guests, and in
| the evening he would sit and tell the
sonora incidents of his campaigns with
her husband-how they had passed
| through the same battles, experienced
the same hunger, faced the same wind
and rain and mt last suffered the same
keen disappointment in having strug-
| gled so long in cause that was lost
ct left the major on the day after the
surrender" said Antoine, land l have
never since seen him. 'GoOdby,' he
said. If you ever see me again, it will
be as q soldier in foreign army Al
that time he expected TO offer his serv-
ices to the khedive of Egypt"
One afternoon firing was heard near
the railroad which lay about a mile
from the hut, and soon a number of
Spanish soldiers came flying down the
road They We're followed by troops
wearing a uniform unfamiliar to both
the sonora and the ex-Confederate.
They were United States troops of 1898.
Among them was an old man who,
though weak and emaciated, kept pace
with the rest, on his face look of in
tense fierceness, in his hands Krag-
Jorgensen rifle. from which he was
pouring shots at the Spaniards.
at is Senior Garnetr the woman
called to CavilIac. Call him."
''Majorw called Cavillac. 'Stop!
Herer
"Who are you, and what do you
want" asked Garnet.
81 am your former orderly, Antoine
Cavillac, and 1 have your young wife
and babe here in my house"
Garnet flung down his rifle. In an
Nther moment he was locked in the
arms of his wife.
major" said Cavillac, when ]
parted with you in Virginia more than
thirty years ago you told me that if
ever saw you again it would be in for
eign service. The next time see you
you are chasing Spaniards and in COM
pany of the men you chased at Bull
Run"
Antoine has told me-" said the seno-
ra to her husband, "of many a gallant
deed of yours that makes me more
proud of you than ever"
Ibid he tell you that he once saved
my life from a Yankee saber cut by
substituting his own skull?"
mo"