The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-02
By RANDALL PARRISH
A Fifaieeh Anniversary War s

A C McCLURG & CO.
 mediately grant you divorce on the ground of fraud. I even doubt if such | a marriage would be held legal.' 1 "But-but you do not understand" :"
 her words almost sobs. 'FI have ridden away with you. I am here alone with
 you now"
 1 My purpose is to leave you at Fair 1 view. It will require no. more than
 two hours from the time we left your | people before we arrive, there. No one need ever know the truth, except
 ing those anxious to protect your good | name. You may trust me implicitly"
 'Trust you-you! What. after all this? After your lies. your eavesdrop- ping, your spying, your tricking of me into this awful situation? God forgive me! Married to a Yankee! Release my rein"
 I hesitated, the fierce flaming up of
 her anger so suddenly paralyzing my senses. There was a swift uplifting of her arm 70 level with my head. l q mean 1t. You thought me help less and-and in your power, but am
 not. You drop that rein or I'll fire. | Oh, I can do it, you-you miserable | Yankee spy! I hate and despise you!" She drew back her horse, wheeling the animal about, yet turning in the saddle herself so as to keep me in view.
 'I do not know why I do not kill you!' she exclaimed. her voice grow | ing bitter with anger. Tt is what I should do. You deserve it by your own confession, and the one shot
 would release me. Married to a Yan- keew every syllable hissing from her lips. ''The very thought crazes me and puts. murder in my heart I am going to Fairview alone-alone! Do you hear that? If you dare attempt to follow me will shoot you in your tracks as I would dog, you low i down Yankee cur.' ! With single swift leap forward
 both horse and rider disappeared in the gloom.
 Surprised I certainly was by this unexpected outburst. Scarcely realiz- l ing previously the indomitable spirit of the girl, before the sound of her l mares flying hoofs had ceased to echo along the hard road had given my roan the rein and was spurring speed fly after. We, were between the lines of two hostile armies, in a debatable country, where bands of irresponsible guerrillas, deserters and fleeing con- | ScripfS roamod upobooEod bx ,,,tbo,.; 1 ty, where no woman alone in the night could be considered safe for an | instant -yf
 It seemed to me we must have fully 1 covered that quarter of a mile back to where she had indicated the branch road as leading down toward Fair view, yet there was no turning or | pause in the swift pace. There was an opening between the walls of rocks to my left, visible even in that dark | ness, and I drew up the >roan sharply, swinging myself instantly to the ground and feeling about hastily with my feet for the ruts of a travelled roadway. There could be no other
 road branching off at this point. Yet the girl was riding directly westward,
 riding at full speed. her horses hoofs sounding fainter each moment l stood there an instant, puzzled, un-
 certain. Then the truth came to me in a flash. She suspected I had over
 heard more than had confessed; that
 I knew of the projected movement of the gray army and that it was now my | purpose to warn the blue That was why she had called me spy" that was why she was now riding straight on at top speed, desperately, through the night, bearing a message of warning to Johnston. With a single bound I was back in the saddle. bent forward over the roan's neck and driving in the spur. I must overtake her, and 1 could do it. I was astride of far the better horse, stronger, longer limbed, and I must ride as recklessly as she. Slowly, steadily, remorselessly, began drawing in on the chase. I could see nothing, but my ears evidence That she also realized what was occur ring behind became sufficiently clear a moment later. Out of that shroud- ing blackness in my front winked two red spits of fire. and I heard a bullet whistle shrilly as it dipped past my head. But I thundered on regardless !. merely extending my body along tke rOan'S neck.
 I must have been still fully a hun dred feet in her rear. speeding like a whirlwind, my horse running with belly low and neck extended the foam from his nostrils blowing back in my face, when there was a stumble. cry, the dull shock of fall. I reined up with suddenness that almost unseat-