Barbour County index., 1905-11-15

wondering what he would do If ordered
searched at the moment, for both
those little tell-tale notes were now
crumpled together in his hand.
breakfast is ordered at $40, butt
am entirely at your service" Then
placidly he turned and resumed his
seat and pen. Once more the doctor
ushered his visitor to the front door,
tremendously bowed him out, regret
ting, he said, inability to offer him the
hospitalities of his roof, for every
room was taken, and then, tremulous
with wrath, returned to Benton.
Il cannot fathom this, suh," said he.
THAT man gave me to understand he
would be at Gawd'nsville tonight, and
here at midnight comes prowling
around my place like he was layin' a
trap, sub. Mr.. Benton, if there were
any way in my power, sub, to get you
out of that fella's clutches, believe I'd
do it-hyuh an now!" and the gray
haired physician sank into a chair.
You can best serve me, doctor, by
getting to bed and resting was Ben
tons reply. You need it, SIR" And
then, to the surprise of both, Rosalie's
door opened and forth she came, candle
in hand, her lustrous hair falling in
ebony waves all down her back, her
face pale but beautiful, and with quiet
force she led the passive doctor from
his seat to the stairway; escorted him
to his room; talked with him quietly,
soothingly moment, and then, bidding
him affectionate good night, came trip
ping lightly up the stairs.
But it was transmogrified face th at
now met BentOn's gaze. Flushed, eag-
er, brimful~ of wrath and determina-
ton, she came straight to his side,
for one moment too excited to speak,
again the girl who had dared every
peril the night she donned confederate
uniform for the sake of-what?
Il owe everything to your quickness
of wit Benton began. 81 should never
have thought of this. 1 was going to
jump into my blankets"
And spoil everything!" said she,
in deep disdain of such stupidity. He
would have seen and suspected at once.
You, with your boots-in1 Listen,
now. They are riding away and as
she spoke the clanking of sabres and
the squashing of hoofs in the soft,
muddy side street told that Louns-
berry's aggressive party was really on
the move. She ran to a window and
glanced out after them. Then, when
they were surely out of earshot and
the sound had died away on the night,
once more she came to him, her eyes
ablaze, her cheeks afire.
"And now if had any compunction,"
she murmured fast, cit is gone! OF
course l had striven that you should
never suspect we aided you; and, had
you gone at once, you never could have
known. No, don't!" For here, with
protestation on his lips and eager, out
stretched hand, he stepped impulsively
forward. Mono! Listen, for there
is no second to spare. The horses
your horses-will be back in moment.
Go without question! You should have
been miles up toward the mountains
now. 1 simply took leaf out of that
mans book. He planned to lure you
to attempt to escape, with creatures of
his own waiting back of the barn.
Then he was to overtake and arrest
you, or they might have shot-I do
not know But they would have been
badly fooled. They bribed Pomp to
bring you his-her note, and he had
to give it first to me. They were to
horses right under your window. Then
you delayed. They became impatient.
Pomp gave warning in time to get the
horses away. You know the rest.
Now, are you ready?" And the brave
eyes looked one instant gloriously
into his.
"Ready?" he cried. Ready but for
one thing" and again and with burn
ing eargerness he sprang forward, and
again she recoiled, her hand uplifted;
but he would not be denied. ''You
shall hear me, Rosalie," he murmured,
hoarsely. You must hear!" and one
strong hand had seized the white.
slender wrist. 81 bless you and thank
you, but more than all love-
'Hush! Silence!" she cried, adding
imperative stamp of her little foot
From the window of his room there
came a pleading voice. In the soft
glow Of the candle light two rolling
eyeballs and double row of cleaning
teeth were seen. 1t was Pomp, simian-
like scaler of the lightning "rawd."
Miss Rosalie," he painted, ''the horses
is hyuh! The sojers done gone!"
Now, Lieut.. Benton" she cried.
though her voiee-her very form-was
shaking. "If you mean to make try
for freedom, it's now or never!"
And when at dawn Lounsberry's s
guard came hammering at the door.
they came too late-the bird had flown.
ITO Be Continued
Friday Dinner with LOnEfel1Ow.
The story is told by Boston man
that on one occasion Mr.. Longfellow
brought a guest home to dine without