Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1912-06-06
A Tia5eGh Anniversary WAR Story
By RANDALL PARRISH
COPYRIGHT. 1909. BY A. c. mcclure & co.

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vert Dunn" Her voice chokcd, fer
handclasp Tightening. "And-and. Joe.
know I'll be miserable. for believe
I he is a cowardly brute. 1t has been
| little things that have SO prejudiced
me against him. Look how he dashed
You across the face with his riding
whip; how he shot that poor dog be-
cause it failed to retrieve to his liking;
how he sneered at me for binding up
man would insist on girls marrying
him when he knows she would almost
/ give Der life to escaped"
Does Massa Calvert know data"
II told him plainly enough. and he
only laughed He said was child
and didn't know my own mind; then
he endeavored to brighten me. Father
and George both think SO highly Of
him they will not hear word spoken
against him. simply had to talk
with some one, Joe, and let out my
heart. That's why came out here to
YOU. tell you, all the slaves in the
south are not black. and reckon it's
| just as hard to be born free and then
sold as any other way. might have
learned to like him if he had only come
to me as man should. But. no, he
ignored me entirely and appealed to
papa and George. telling them Of the
danger / was in here and Of how valu-
able the two estates would be If joined
together That's the way they have
forced me along to the sacrifice. I'm
J sold for the price Of the land"
She sprang to her feet. her cheeks
burning with swift Indignation. II
should have fought it. fought" it: but
all that is too late now. | an, going.
Joe: there's no use talking any longer.
and so am going to smile and LOOK
happy, and no one but you will ever
| know that am not ! am going to
! have you and Aunt Diana witt, me at
Fairview just as soon as can 1t
will be a comfort Just to have you there
to look at when my heart seems like
breaking And he'll break it. Joe: I
know he will"
! She was gone. vanishing almost as
shadow might.
Pore little lamb! Pore little lamb
the old negro kept on saying over
and over. AN she am right bout. it
| too; dat Massa Calvert ara not de kind
fer Miss Jean.n
| Then he passed out also. and was
left alone within the she'd.
My interest in the situation thus
oddly disclosed. awakened very largely.
must admit. by the extremely at
| tractiye personality of Miss Jean and
the deep, pathetic appeal in her soft
/ voice, left me nomentarily forgetful Of
my own unpleasant condition and re-
quirements. burst not follow the
retreating negro. nor did I feel. juds-
ing from the bitterness with which
both he and the girl had referred 20
the Yankees, that this particular color.
i ed brother would prove very much in.
| clined to assist one wearing my uni
! form. That could in any way aid
1 the young woman out Of her present
difficulty would have been q prepos-
| ferrous thought; interested was. yet
1 had sufficient trouble on hand OF
my own. My wounds by this time
gave mo very little concern. and my
| mind was sufficiently clear and active.
Except for some accident. escape ought
not to prove SO very difficult although
! It was true should be compelled ia
/ travel through the night. largely by
instinct. knowing almost nothing re-
j garding roads. direction or where
Confederate pickets might be encoun.
I tered. u only possessed some sem.
blance OF q Confederate uniform the
adventure would become much mors
simple. for in the confusion which
must have followed the late engage
ment there would be many scatferec
soldiers Of al arms wandering about
seeking their lost commands.
However. the iirst Important and "
] tai consideration was fond. but that
as well as oil. else must walt the com.
Ing of darkness The sun had alrssdy