The Washington times., 1911-06-21
BIZ JOSEPH STARTS

these, and, as the requirement was, she
wrote upon 1t her name. Then she
looked up at her companion, who mean
| time had paused to exchange a few low
words with the infantryman.
Write" said Grigg, catching her look
| of inquiry, with man who will es-
! tablish my brothers innocence IL you
grant him a private interview
She scrubbed on the card what he
| dictated. The servant took II upstairs,
and, SOON returning, asked them to fol-
| low him.
While they were ascending the stairs,
Grigg covertly drew from his pocket his
revolver set 1t at the safety-notch, and
to reject 1t then, ashamed Of her for
mer suspicious, but, the negro turning
around at the faint click, she hurriedly
hid 1t in the folds of her gown.
Pausing at the office door. which the
Grigg whispered to her:
Remember. I trust you to warn me. "
L shall, she replied hotly. flushing at
the implied doubt.
He entered. The door closed behind
him. The colored servant, slowly with
drawing downstairs, looked back over
his shoulder at her as though he won
dered at her unusual conduct in wait
ing outside in the hall. She heard him
talking for a few minutes to the bald
headed sentinel below about 1t, and then
his easy football died away toward the
rear Of the house. Afterward all be-
came silent downstairs save for an &C.
casional quiet movement of the sentinel.
What was happening behind the closed
door? There was a murmurous sound
of the two voices, and once or twice
Jefferson Davis uttered a sharp excla-
nation, but only Of surprise. Their talk
seemed to flow smoothly on.
Della began to draw in joyous breaths
Of relief. Her spirits mounted with a
rush; she felt the hot blood glowing on
her cheeks, and wanted to sing and
clap her hands. Her dear brother was
The Yankee had kept his promise.
Through watch and ward the terrible
man had come at her appeal and saved
her brother.
century of common life. She shut her
eyes and turned them on her heart, and
drank, as it were wine, one draft Of the
delicious happiness yelling there. Gid
ingly, with little dancing steps, she be-
gan to go up and down the hall, to and
too elated to keep still. A child began
crying somewhere in the rooms above,
and then a nurses voice soothed II to
slumber again. Those homely sounds
how good they were to hear! Della
whispered a blessing upon the good
President and all his house.
But at the height of this delicious ex-
citation she stopped short. She stood
poised at IlplOS ana llSleHeu. ONeT HeT'
as unexpectedly as a serpent comes,
there crept something like a freezing
wind. She went to the railing Of the
staircase, leaned softly out, and look
Of cold air came up against her face.
The street door had been stealthily
opened
She looked down and perceived the
baldheaded sentinel whispering with
some one at the doorway whom she
could not see. But while she hung there
irresolute, doubling, fearing, the man
with whom the sentinel had whispered
steDped quickly inside under the chan
delier. He .flared upon her dismayed
vision like an apparition from the in
fernaI pit-a tall, grim man clad in a
complete uniform Of Union blue; she
saw the shoulder-straps glisten upon his
shoulders: she saw him turn toward
the door and beckon; she saw him reach
up toward the chandelier. Instantly
the lower house was plunged in dark
ness. But in the darkness she heard up
on the doorstep the sound Of many
we're stealing into the house.
Treachery! What elese could II be?
How else could that Union officer have
entered so? A plot against the Presi-
his own infamous ends! His promises
were all black. heartless lies! He had
brought her hither only that she might
gain for him admission to the Presi-
cent room. AI0 mere was HIS ohhCc
accomuIices stealing into the house.
admitted nv the sentinel! Aye. had she
not seen Grigg speak to that same SEN
tireI and nod in recognition?
Treachery! The whirling thought
ragged in her distracted heart. All her
passionate Southern blood boiled up
like fire. and in that awful moment
of faith betrayed. of hope shattered,
of love desecrated. she became trans
formed to a vengeful fury.
Lifting the revolver wildly over her
head she dashed open the door of the
Presidents office.
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