Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1905-09-07

rolled until exchanged, but McKinnon,
by Jove, released with Stuart's compli-
ments, and it's my candid belief, damn
him, that Mac would a heap rather be
in Washington on parole than out here
on duty. Shouldn't wonder if Stuart
took his measure before he let him
slide" Manifestly Haskell didn't
fancy McKinnon.
One thing for Benton to ponder over,
therefore, was the question how on
earth had McKinnon in so short a time
been able to persuade that usually
clear-sighted girl to the belief that he
had used such powerful influence in
their behalf.
But there was still another thing to
add to his chagrin and perpleXity.
Col. Kennard, one of the paroled pair,
told Haskell all he had seen of Stuart
and his Gavil-may-care' command, and
much about this young confederate
oticer-Chilton, Because said Ken
nard, Il heard Chiffon say to McIXin-
MN AC NiO pay lis llldJ ~ lllISHL StL
meet Capt. Benton. There was a
union man he'd shoot ON sight. And
Winston said Amen" Now, Fred"
said Haskell, as he called for his horse,
I've got to ride the lines and get the
reports; but, we've got McKinnon up
with the army at last, and soon as
we're through with this business we'll
nail him." But evidently it was bust
ness first in Haskell's eyes.
So Fred Benton had two burning de-
sires as he threaded his way through
the swarm of arriving batteries and
rode slowly back to Wadsworth; one
was to meet McKinron and brand him
as the author of the ISLANDERS and the
other was in some way to wiring from
Chiffon an explanation of his violent
threat. Little did he dream how soon
he should be spared the need-and
through what sad, strange circum-
stance.
Between the twilight of the second
of July that witnessed Ewell's bloody
assault and the dawning of that black
Friday OF the Lost Cause.-The third
day--something had happened to give
new heart to Jackson's old men. The
"Stonewall' brigade was there still in
the woods in the low ground between
the rocky point, where crouched the
survivors of Wadsworth's division, and
the ~forest-cogered heights off 20 the
eastward, whfrs cava.r5 guidor5-
union cavalry-had been flashing IN thu
last rays OF the settine s:n. SQ.ne.
where in the dim fields there was still
and excitement even in the wearied
bivouacs of Ewell; and, under the
starlight, eager to satisfy his generals
restless desire to know what it all
meant, Fred Benton had crept out Ii
the front.
The word has gone the rounds, u
the joy Of every soldier heart, tina,
the new commander meant to stant
and fight, and il Lee could muster M
more men than these already thrown
in, he might hammer the lines in vain
NoW, ~ oHiS oluuIL duu LIS pei UTI-
gades would but stay lost, SO that ne
fear need be felt for the far right
flank. all would indeed be well!
Bur would Stuart stay lost? Coult
he have got so far away as not tt
be found and by this time returned tt
the army; and when he came, woult
it not be from the north, and thu.
bring him in on the very flank the.
were defending? Tired as he wal
Benton could not sleep for thinking
Of the disclosures made through Has
kell.
Aloue and afoot. after a word VII,
his gray-haired chief, he slipped on
and away to the Baltimore pike. Thi
he followed ~soutneasterly nearly hal
q mile. greeted nnrasjoualIv bv lnw,