The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-17

on the French cadence); T am feenish' An indeed in the thieh Take zis friend from rneNes only stun and will leeve.' When got back hours after up with your hat band Luckily it was within reach, pistol' -''
 I looked at my friend the Captain with fresh gm gong o and h had that could see his pale face lighted up with Hurried tooss 90s as paused omenf M the gravel walk and eYen at that distance could discern while she watched him from under her long curved grace of measured movement-and, apparently. not without serene conscousness of power in the pres they drifted rustic seat into which the wounded shadow fell softly almost caressingy, his pale lures.
 padd yo- who t2t it gss asked after few mo
 "They say she's visitor at this 'ouse-some sort of relative MayhaP her folks in Virginia, proud but fashion. All women natural Jacobites-at least that's hour hezperience xp in the Hold World ri Southern relatives who are endurin' hunger, wounds in for empire-and es eard hall this before 'e left Francei Look, shes made GonfedeFate flag out of her red shawl and white handkerchief
 looked Sure enough, whether by accident or de sign, the red, white, and red of foe draped her myself Regarding the seductve non-eombatant with curious interest and uncomfortable of fore
 See i'm will you?" cried the old hospital steward the @ scout %t the 4 lndIn a WI Th wss whom he had kept & s9 closely and agna11tly 1t i' of is and; a and that's why ates ' i'm SC so' W l'si
 This rather sweeping elision of aspirates being
 SWhy you see, sir,swhen General Reno fell at South Mountain, mortally wounded. who should come ridin along but the young Frenehr1an bringin prisoner the that the Captain had caught skulkin', and diishaFmed i'm supposin i'm to be rolled of i'm, and is teeth an is knees was how it was along . some nervous disorder es sub ject to- But it was the worst fright see The think ike See that this don't appen again But it was in ali e French @ t so eGHd M } be I t suFs so But gon' to get Feyenged on the Captain someoV1--and girl An it looks though 'e's jealous Q the French man. too"
 sketches which s9livensd the house heTs was sphinx of our garden who might even then be n1ak ing prisoner of my friend. But in vain. She had however, was spoken of as a hotbed of rebels who held their heads very high and who scorned all traf erences so few and her bearing. serene and ture. Her name was Agnes Dawson said one of my informants, adding, She's mighty proud and ambi-
 When next saw the Captain he was plainly pre- occupied With the sorrowful philosophy traditional among men when the love of woman comes between them rseognzgd it's sppremac At At that time between us few days later the order came to join our corps at Harpers Ferryat least, all convales- they The will close over place to- morrow-that is, the rebels will be in possession soon as our troops are withdrawn. This gathered from the old hospital steward sand furthermore that the Captains wound having broken out afresh, he could accompany
 hurried to my friends room The Captain lay on his bed partly dressed. He seemed deeply troubled and was evidently suffering. I observed that his sabre hung the wall in such fashion that his eyes would fall naturally it he sank sleep,
 neh as f9e M gaze 9I dsvotee night rest upon Rndiin on lis cheek m svH ne19 Sa, no fOr your own country, and not for another"
 Brownng's Court Lady" He shook his head His s'I would 1t for La Belle Francel' riding with Captain Magrath, provost marshal along the banks of the Shenandoah. It was an en- had gone wrong with the provost marshal. knew 1t not only by the expression of his face, but the Captains mustache, usually waxed to degree that imparted look of Napoleon III. to somewhat wooden countenance, was this morning in dropping disorder; and he had only spur, which gave sidewise motion to his horse from his jab- ping There's 3 despatch from the War Department another one, began the troubled officer; "ts about that confounded Mosby, the guerilla They say that the audacity and ipunty of these partisan rangers argue ineficiency in my Q ce I don't know what sure # Plerson' our chief of scouts who has been haul them, nobody can. All very well to sit on a sofa Tn Washington and telegraph recklessly Catch Mosbyr Kill Mosby r-but how is. that to be done when the rascas we're after are plain farmers by day and .Johnnies by night?"
 Magrath continued for while to fume the encountered struggling group of uncouth mounted It Lieutenant Pierson, chief of scouts. Aside from the oensively familiar fashion of his greeting his reputation, which that of a renegade from the Confederate Army, and spy occasion. Be