Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-17

of that flag of truce.
 Joy rested over all the wide camps, but there was none in her heart. She was conscious only of a dreadful, numbing ache and a desperate neces- sity to see him once more-to tell him. She had no further plan. The note she carried from Henry brought her with out delay to the officer of the day, and the personal request it contained was 1 not to be denied. 1 The sun was low when she passed l the inner works and entered Yorktown 1 between battered walls and gouged 1 earth mounds which testified to the fierceness of the fire rained upon the British by Ferguson's and Machin's 1 batteries. All about her were honey combed streets cluttered with rich fur niture. empty knapsa cks. books. frag- ments Of shells, iron caltrops, carcasses of men and horses, and horrors beyond description.
 But she scarcely saw them. He was to die this night-this highland the i time was so pitifully short. The years l he had fought must count for naught- all vanished before the weight of that one long passed Philadelphia afternoon. l What should have been his hour of tri- umph had become his hour of shame. And it was by her act!
 The thought made her shudder as if with an ague. It seemed to her that God must have been plotted from the heavens--that there was no hope, no good nothing but colossal fate wheel which was rolling to crush Armand and her.
 Where were the prisoners kept2 She asked some one, who directed her to a barrack at the northern. end of the town. Thither she pushed her way over foul refuse heaps and fetid ditches, through crowds of soldiers shouting l loathsome doggerel,. who jeered and eI caught at her, and past gold braided officers who cursed them savagely and made place. She noted none of these. 1 At the barracks entrance she met her first rebuf when sentry barred her way.
 "You have prisoner" she explained, her breath futtering. His name IS {, Armand I would see him."
 He answered only with an uncom- pretending stare. As he turned sne tried to pass through, but he thrust hls musket across the door, with an angry Hessian grunt X knot of soldiers toss ed some German phrases to him from behind her. and he smiled at them stol- idly over her head. ...
 Then she became aware of more kindly military face in the opening be- hind him. A hand touched the Hes sian's shoulder; he faced about, saluted and moved off, and the knot of strag- glers, melted away.
 "I am Colonel Dundas," stated the of fcer in the doorway Have you per mission to see the prisonerT
 "No,s she replied pathetically. @
 s.This is special order. None save the commander in chief can give such leave"
 She sat down on the stone step, her eyes half closed shaken by dry sob. Not even to see him! It was ghastly!
 Colonel Dundas was struck with her pallor. He was a gentleman and hu- mane '",rhe prisoner who dies tonight is not under recent condemnation, mistress" he said not unkindly. And 'tis said he now holds the rank of colo nel in the American army. Mayhap the Continentals will yet make pro test" t
 She looked up with wide, miserable eyes, How could she explain it all to him? ''-There is no time-no time," she said with heavy lips.
 He had turned away, but her voice recalled him. Where is Cornwallis' headquarters? Tell me, quick"
 ho ed. "Hope not on that, though. Sur render is deliberated, and the earl is under great strain" B.
 "But he will at least see me"
 He shook his head doubtfully. "You have still an hour."
 Still an hour! How horrible to meas. ure a life by minutes! Colonel Dundas watched her go with frown of pity War seemed more than stern to him al that moment.
 Then he entered the door and sent for chaplain to hold himself in readi ness
 A sickness had climbed into Anne's throat before she reached the house For time she got no farther than the outer door. At length an officer, doubt lGSS Dy EGdSOu OL ASL CSAOcAt uAcLLSSS gave her chair in what had been the drawing room. Scores of times she had sat in that selfsame room as gay as any guest. That sine should be there now on such an errand seemed some hideorls rnockery of truth.
 The British commander had before him General Washington's ultimatun as to terms of surrender-could see nc one. So they told her, but she would not be satisfied. Her errand was g , matter of life and deat cerned ar execution within an hour. Twice the officer who had given her the chail went into the inner room. The second time he returned with flush of morH ication on his face.
 'I dare not ask again." he told her. She came out into the street at last when the sun was gathering crimson to it's fall, her whole mind numbed her body wrenching with nervous az ony and with bruised shadows beneath : her burning eyes. Instinctively she