Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1912-04-03
CHAPTER xIII.-cOntlnusd.

CHAPTER xlll.-contlnusd
That he meant every word he smoke
felt convinced. and his enthusiasm
was contagious. My blood leaped
within me at this call to action; all
lethargy fled, and with II every dead
ening thought Of her who had so sud.
denly woven about me the meshes of
her power. False or true, r.aid, wife
or widow. my duty as a soldier to my
commander and the army to which
belonged, blctted out all else. Even
az this new rush of determination
swept over me. above us there
sounded Clearly the dashing music OF
a military hand In the strains OF a
STRAUSS waltz, and we could dis.
tinguish the muffled shuffling OF many
feet on the oaken floo. overhead.
Cations chance remark about the great
ball to be given that evening by Off
GERS of the headquarters staff recur-
red to my memory.
THAT dancing up there will help us,
Jed" l said quickly, my mind now
0SIlNO " grasp ever uHtdll. on
say there is a chance for escape from
your cell? Then give me your hand
and help me to crawl through that
hole"
II was a narrow squeeze for a man
OF my size, yet I crept through with
out great difficulty, al. found myself
r. the dense darkness of room
which, as | judged hastily from feel
ing about me, was similar in shape
and extent to the one Il. which had
been confined. Bungay, however, per
mitted me little time for exploration.
Grasping me firmly by the arm, and
feeling his way along the wall he
CROPPED across to the other side.
There's mighty big stone chimbly
comes down yere, Cap" he whispered.
An Their openin' ter take out SCOT an
ashes is up thar. jist blow Their
tluer. It's a sheet-iron pan, reckon.
Their way It feels an It must be thar
they put niger in ter clean Their
chimbly whin 1t gifts stuffed up. I
could git up thar alone, but I couldn't
% no work, but tibet thar pan ought
ter cum out all right Dew We think
w cud hop me up, Cap? I'm purity
darn heavy"
! smiled in the darkness at the III.
tic fellows egotism, and lifting him az
] might a child, poised him lightly
upon my shoulder He struggled a
moment to steady himself against the
wall, and then | could feel him tug.
ging eagerly at something which an
peared to yield slowly to his efforts
AS he worked, a dense shower of dust
and SCOT caused me to close my eyes.
She's a comm all right" he said.
cheerfully, putting with his exertions.
but reckon as how this chimbly
amt bin cleaned out since Their war
begun. Hold up yer right han. Cap,
an git blame good grip on her fer
she's almighty full, anil wanter 90
down sorter easy like"
| did as he suggested, bracing my.
self to meet his movements, as he
stood straining on my shoulders and
in another moment l had succeeded
in lowering the large sheet-iron pan
silently to the floor.
Room 'nough we're fer two men ter
oncet," chuckled my companion, in
rare delight. 1.-The chief in silence
strobe before Yere goes
His weight left my shoulders; there
was a slight scramble, another shower
of dirt then the sound of his voice
once more.
Lift up yer hans Cap; dig in yer
toes on Their stones, an we'll begin
our VICE"
He grasped my wrists with 9
strength which | had no conception
the little fellow possessed. There was
a moments breathless struggle, and
| sq'iirmed through the opening, and
lay painting on the flat slabs which
composed the foot of the great funnel
To afford me more room Bungay haC
gone up little. finding foot-lodgment
upon the uneven stones of which the
chimney was constructed. For a mo
ment we rested thus motlonless, botf
breathing heavily and listening to the
music and shuffling Of feet now almost
upoD level with our heads.
Tie noise, which was strong anC
continuous, rendered discovery from
any misstep highly improbable. and al
delay was dangerous neither of us wal
disposed to linger long.
BE We all ready, Cap?" questioned
Bungay, bending his head down. "Fe
u We be, I'm a goin' up"
IAN right" l answered, struggling
to my knees in the narrow space
'only take it slow, Jed. I'm a trifl
bigger man than you, and this i
rather close quarters"
wal, yes, maybe a matter of
pOun' er two" he retorted. and the mex
moment could hear him scrapin
his way upward, feeling for foothol
upon the irregular layers of stone,
followed, pressing my knees firml
against the rough wal, and trustin