The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-03-30
Our Daily Sport Story

pulsively. He stared; but she waited for no answer, 'Can you walk |" she de- l manded.
 It was several. seconds before he spoke. ''I guess I'll not go to the house." Not come to- the house Why, of course. you will. If you can't walk. I'll send the boys for you" Her quick irsistence, her sweet South ern intonation, were both charming to 1 him, but he did not care to risk a rebuff by her people.
 You forget I'm a Tank" No. don't. When you are we'll I'll hate you.: because I hate all Tanks. But now you're sick. I reckon don't hate any sick people,
 But your people ?"5 he suggested.
 T reckon my people have got hearts, '' she said, indignantly.
 Come along. Yank." said. the boy. My names Willie Moseby. Hers is Ro- wena. Whats yours?" ae
 Robert Shively," returned the Tank, limping along with them toward the house.
 Rowena noted for a minute the dffficuI- ty with which he walked.
 You might lean on me-" she urged, presently.
 And so. with a hand on the shoulder of the friendly enemy, Shively Iimped to the house of Captain Moseby, of the Srd Arkansas Confederate volunteers.
 It is possible that Mrs. Moseby was not exactly delighted at first to have A wounded: Yankee foisted on her hospi- tality by her. impulsive daughter. but her motherly heart soon warmed to his forlornnness. She would not hear to his leaving next day, but with Southern
 h zf~ fad F.r, lAs.. was quite rested and; recovered. The war had denuded them of, many of the comforts of life.i but the best they had they lavished on him. In order to avoid the chance Of detection, they fitted out the young man with an old suit of Can tain Moseby,s.
 It was several days later that a young Confederate cavalry officer rode up to this house and swung from his horse with a shout. The negroes canle grim ming around him to relieve him of his morse and to appropriate his good hum ored jests at their expense. From the house Master Willie ran out with a rush. and Rowena atlfl her mother came in d more diypiAed fashion to the perch to welcome hifn .he .pt1Dor brushing very prettily. With the honsehol3 in general sunny Dick Efarvltla, lieutenant of scouts in Meiville's ;angers. was a decided fa- vorite; with Mss Rowona he was much more than bat,
 Robert Shiyety,. watching her from the rear, feared that 1t was all up with the hopes that had grown so rapidly in bis heart during the past week This dash ing young lieutenant of scouts had pres empted the claim he wanted to take up.
 Harville recognized in the other a more than possible rival, but he met him cor dialiy except for the swift challenge of his eyes
 Glad to know you. MT. shivel.. I see by your limp you've got a furIough" The Confederate was. referring to his wound.
 May ask what regiment you belong :"
 Ninth he Illinois Infantry replied shively, with prompt hostility. !, darvliie eid mot wink an eyelash at Got your nfHrlough. l suppose, in that lite tie ttissla we had with you down by the Walker mill last week7''
 [ The Yanls-:nodded.-' was heading for the hills .trfien Mss Moseby's Kindness captured SAe.liCh6s explained.
 II reckon you're not plning any about being prisoner, are, your" suggested the Confederate lieutenant.
 I'm tryingto bear up under it." agreed the other. srg
 well. Tithere are worse prisons, and JOd dAO liAcly tO AiClp one or them if you tell every gray uniform you see that you belong to the what-d'ye-call-- 'em Illinois infantry, HarvIlle told him, carelessly.
 That afternoon the four young people went out after oceans. Since Harvllle was to leave that evening, the Tank thought it only fair to draw Willie away from them in order to give the lieuten- ant chance to see her alone. Willie and he picked for an hour or more, then drtfted back toward where they had left the others.
 The young Northerner was some yards in advance, and as he picked his way through the brush he saw something that brought him to an abrupt halt. Har- vile held Rowena in his arms and was kissing her. The girls charming face was upturned to his in a rapture of love-
 Shively turned and made a .pretense of calling Willie, so as to apprise them of his approach. ..-.
 When they broke out of the thicket upon the lovers Rowena's long eyeIashes were cast shyly down over her happy black eyes. but Lieutenant Harville smil- ed boldly across at tbe union private in boyish triumph which had wiped out his dislike. He left that evening. an ac. cepted lover. and an hour later Shively said his good-byes and slipped away into the night.
 His heart wound was not by any means incurable, and some years later ShIveIy married a young woman from his own town. He moved to another State. and made a reputation as an able and com petent lawyer that soon became more than local, Political preferment came to him. He was successively congressman, governor, United States Senator and a member of the Presidents cabinet. His head grew gray with years and care, and except for very rafely no thought of Rowena Moseby ever came to his mind. He knew that she had married a Colo mel Harville. and he had no doubt that it was the lieutenant of that name whom he had known
 Forty years after the war had closed his memory was jolted into recollectioa In newspaper he came across a state ment that Mrs. Rowena Harville was an applicant for the place of postnistress of the town of Moseby. and that her an- plication was backed by nearly everv- body in the town. The item went nm to say that her husband was. now an Inva- -