The Washington times., 1913-03-18

numbered by and the bugle sang out, the
girl stood upright on the fence and
waved her pink bonnet wildly.
Three cheers for Miss George Wash
ington." shouted one Of the soldiers.
who knew the girl. And up and down
the line ran a roar OF hurras that
seemed to thunder like distant battle.
George jumped down in her embarrass-
ment and sped toward the house. But
as she neared the barn she saw figure
in blue dash toward its open door and
disappear within.
"A Yankee soldier-and in our barn
that's awful. Mother would be fright
ened to death" gasped the child. whose
idea OF Yankees was about the same
as her belief in ogres and other wicked
creatures. a mad dog, fire. earth
quake and measles all rolled into one
could not be as terrible thing as a
Yankee" And not a soul at the house
but herself and her invalid mother. AT
the thought of her mother George took
courage. II am going into the barn
and see what he wants" she murmur-
! ed. bravely.
So, trembling in every limb. the girl
stole up the ladder to the loft There
| or the hay was the terrible Yankee.
but he did not look terrible a bit. He
was only big boy. and he was very
pale and some blood spots showed red
on the blue sleeve He did not move
| when Georges head appeared above the
| flooring.
Amt You a Yankee soldier and what
| are you doing in our barn. demanded
| in LII n.
| stole over the white face.
Yes, | am a Yankee" he admitted
II am scouting for General McClennan
But some of your rebels took a shot at
| me and hurt my arm a bit
As he finished he fell back on the hay
| from weakness.
| In 4 moment all Georges womanr,
heart was aroused. Poor boy, He wa.
| hunrt and hungry. Without word sh,
| flew into the house and returned with {
dozen biscuits. several slices of ham
some preserves and pitcher of COO
milk
| Eat something-youn feel better
| then" she said gently. II won't tell or
| you and the Confederate soldiers have
| all gone"
And he did eat. III fifteen minute:
there was nothing left but the empt
pitcher and n few crumbs on the hay
! Take long nap now, then [ will
bring you 4 hot supper at s o'clock
continued George. And If you want L
| get back to the Yankee lines | will lent
| you my Dixie"
| The Yankee felt pretty well now ant
let George Wash the blood from hi:
arm and bind up the wound.
II am glad it isn't a bad hurt" sh,
said smiling. What. glad a Yankee /!
not much hurt" he laughed in his boy
for little Virginia rebel 10 say
George FLUSHED. but she did not taxi
| ner words back.
| When she came again In the eyenins
the boy had slept well and was feelin.
| fine. George placed a note in his hands
MY father Is prisoner" she said
"and some of the Southern men are t,
he exchanged for Yankees. VIII yor
tell your general that little rebel gir
set Won free and expects him to Sc,
that her father is among the prIsoner
that are returned to their homes: DiXi,
| il in the stall just under you, so afte
| II is real dark you can saddle her anC
get away"
| And the child solemnly shook hands
| with the hoy in blue and crept into tn,
house. Lying awake In the dark tha
i night she heard the barn door flap. TIN
heat OF galloping hoofs and knew he
| Yankee was gone-and she had forgot
ten to ask him his name.
Continued tomorrow