The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1911-09-08

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| to a place where his pursuer must sud-
denly appear around the trees. Rein
ing in his horse, he faced about and
stood still with his carbine at an aim.
As soon as the man appeared Mark
fred
The Confederate fell from his sad
die, and his horse made off into the
woods.
Mark turned and was soon again fly.
ing forward. He judged that he could
not be very far from the Union pick
cts between him and Altamont Look
ing ahead he saw horseman stand
ing in the road. Whether he was Un-
ion or Confederate he did not know,
but there was no way to escape the
remainder Of his pursuers except by
keeping right on and trusting to meet
ing friend. AS he rode on he noticed
that the horseman wore q forage cap.
This looked well. for the Confederates
nearly always wore hats Then he
could see that the mans body had a
dark hue. It must be blue. At last
he came near enough to discern yell
low facings.
There was a whistling Of bullets by
bis ears; he turned his head and saw
that his pursuers had halted. They
had evidently seen the Union picket
and fred a farewell volley at the fugi
tive.
Private Mark Malone was within the
Union lines; his mission was ended.
Mark was taken to the officer in
command at AItamont. On the way
from the picket line he was informed
that the place was occupied by Nc
Cooks division. When he reached
headquarters he made himself and his
mission known. and in few minutes
a cipher telegram was on it's way to
General Thomas at McMinnville:
Bragg at Dunlap yesterday with no force
except few cavalry. Cheatham and
Withers marching north. The main army
gone by rail from Chattanooga on the
twenty-eighth to Knoxville.
PRIVATE MARK MALONE.
Ten minutes later the spy was sound
asleep on a camp cot In a tent belong
ing to one of the staff.
Mark had had NO sleep for twenty
eight hours, and for much Of that time
he believed that he would be retaken
and hanged. Now he slept a deep
sleep. Hour after hour went by, and
though bugles called and drums rat
tied he slumbered on. He dreamed
that he was at Chattanooga. he was
standing on the scaffold Soldiers sur
rounded him. The moose was adjusted
about his neck. He heard the sound of
the ak as it cut the rope He awoke
with cry.
Laura Fa1n-no, Laura Maynard-his
wife-was standing beside him.
She sank down by the cot, and in a
moment they were In each others arms.
Neither spoke. Neither wished to do
aught but leave tears-tears Of an ex-
quisite happiness-to dow on silently.
For time Laura saw In Marks face
only reflection of her own happiness.
He was feasting his eyes upon her.
passing his fingers through her dark
hair or smoothing It back with his
hand, while he covered her face with
kisses
Suddenly thought seemed to come
between her and him.
What Ia 1t, darlingT' she asked anx.
iously.
II was thinking"-said Mark. "But
no; l will not think Of that"
''Ten me-"
II was wondering-Laura. Gid you
love himY'
Laura cast down her eyes.
Love? Was 1t lover" She asked
the question Of herself. ct was a
summer breeze, while this
'This?"
SIS tempest"
Drawing her to him. before imprint
ing kiss, Mark added to her simile:
"A wild west wind"
You are thinking Of your Shelley"
she said. 81 shall love him too. now,
since it was he who betrayed you to
me-"
"And / shall love him the more be-
cause he betrayed me-and made me-
He did not finish. he was thinking
of the morning in the garnet when
In her imperious way she had claimed
that saving his life had made her its
owner. She remembered it too. and
smiling finished for him:
land made you my slave. But who
made me your Tyre even as the forest |
Is to the west wind?"
Her caresses prevented reply for a
time. When there was pause Mark
exclaimed wonderingly:
"Oh, woman, why must you so often
deny to the worthy that which you
may give In such abundance to one
whose only recommendation is an abil
fty to catch your fancy"
Again there came into his face the
expression of thought which seemed
for the moment to carry, him away
from her.
what is it nowr' she queried anx-
1ously.
Mark smiled. "You win laugh at
me when tell you"
Then you must be laughed at"
81 was wondering If. when get back
to headquarters, the general will want
me to go right away on another mis-
sion"
Her arms were about him. She drew
a little away and fixed her black eyes
upon him. They shone like those OF
some savage but beautiful animal
about to be bereft Of her young.
IF you go again." she said fercely,
into the presence of such a death
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