The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1911-10-18

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of which was concealed beneath the
folds of the long brown coat he wore.
As Mrs. Brennan burst through the
doorway he stepped eagerly forward.
his eyes Frightening. and they met
with clasped hands.
as it possible-Edith? he cried. as
l. the recognition could scarcely be
credited
'Oh. Frank" she exclaimed, eager
ly, ''it seems all too good to be true
How came you here?"
Hunting after you, my fair lady.
Did you suppose you could disappear
as mysteriously as you did last night
without my being early on the trail?
Have these people injured you in any
way?" And he glanced about him
with a threat in his gesture.
''Oh, no. Frank" hastily; every one
has been most kind. 1t was mere
mistake. But how strangely you are
dressed, how very rough you look"
He laughed. but still retained his
warm clasp of her hands.
Not the pomp and circumstance of
glorious war which you expected.
girl?" he asked lightly. But we have
all sorts of conditions to meet down
here. and soon learn in Rome to do as
the Romans do
AS he finished speaking he per-
ceived me for the first time. and his
face changed instantly into cold stern
ness. l saw him sweep one hasty
glance around, as though he suspected
that I might not be alone. and his
land fell once more upon his sword
hilt. In posture suggestive of readi-
ness for action.
who have we here?" he asked.
staring at me In amazement. "A John
ny Reb?"
Whatever | am" retored, my
gorge rising suddenly at his contempt
uous term. and stepping out into the
room before him. Il at least wear the
uniform of my service and rank. and
not the nondescript uniform of a
guerilla"
The scornful words stung him;
noticed the quick flush OF anger In his
eyes. and was not sorry.
You are insolent, sir. Moreover.
you go too far, for as It chances you
are well within our lines, and we will
see to what extent honor is consistent
with the work Of a spy. The uniform
of your service. indeed" he echoed
hotly. pointing as he spoke across the
room: that cavalry cloak over yonder
tells its own story. Peters. Steele, ar
rest this fellow
Frank. don't do that" she urged
earnestly. You mistake: that was
the cloak l wore"
II he heard her he gave no sign.
Bind him." was the stern order. as
the two men advanced Use your
belts II you have nothing else handy"
Angry as / most assuredly was.
swept also by 4 new emotion which
did not In the least comprehend,
yet fully realized the utter helpless
ness OF my position in point Of re-
sistance. They were twenty to one.
However much l longed to grapple
with him who Knocked me. the very
thought was insanity: my only pos
sible chance Of escape lay In flight.
To realize this was to act. I leapsd
backward. trusting for a clear field in
my rear. and an opportunity to run for
II, but the door by which I had Just
entered was now closed and barred
Bungay had made sure his retreat.
The man. watching my every move
ment. with sword half drawn In his
hand. saw instantly that was secure
ly trapped. and laughed In scorn.
You are not making war on women
now" he said with q cutting sneer.
You will not find me SO easy q VIC
tim
The taunt stung me, but more the
tone and manner Of the speaker. and
the hot blood of youth cast all caution
to the winds. With a single spring.
fo-getful of my own wound. ! was at
his throat. dashed aside his uplifted
hand. and by the sheer audacity of my
sudden. unexpected onset. bore him
back crashing to the floor. He strug-
gled gamely. yet | possessed the ad-
vantage of position. and would have
punished him severely. but for the
dozen strong hands which instantly
laid hold upon me. and dragged me
off. still fighting madly. although as
helpless as child
My opponent instantly leaped to his
feet and started forward. drawing a