Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 55, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 October 1912 — Page 3

My Lady bf the North

"’WHEN WILDERNESS WAS KING"

CHAPTER X. A Woman's Tenderness Youth Is never largely given to re« flection, which is the gift of years; and although my life had in a measure rendered me more thoughtful than I might have proven under ordinary conditions, yet it is to be frankly confessed, by one desirous of writing merely the truth, that I generally acted more tpon impulse than reason. As I stood forth In the sunlight of that lonely inopntain road, my hands securely bound behind my back, the end of the rope held by one of my captors, while his fellow leaned lazily upon his gun and patched us, I thought somewhat deeply over the situation and those peculiar circumstances leading up to it

Under other conditions I might have felt tempted to enter into conversation with my guards, who, as I now perceived, were far from being the rough banditti I had at first imagined. Judging from their faces and language they were intelligent enough young fellows, such as I had often found in the ranks of the Federal army. But I realized they could aid me little, if any, in tne one thing I most desired to know, and even if they could, a sense of delicacy would have caused me to hesitate in asking those personal questions that burned upon my lipa. My deep and abiding respect for this, woman whom I had so strangely met, and with whom I had attained some degree of intimacy, would never permit of my discussing her, even indirectly, with private soldiers behind, the back of their officer. Every sense of hbtyor revolted at such a thought Not through any curiosity of mine, however justified by the depth of my own feeling, should she be made the subject of idle gossip about the campfire.

For, in truth, at this time, unhappy as my own situation undeniably was, — and as a soldier I realized all its dangers,—l gave it but little consideration. Usually quick of wit, fertile in expedients, over ready to take advantage of each opportunity, I had taken stock of all my surroundings, yet discovered nowhere the slightest opening for escape. The vigilance of the guard, as well as the thorough manner in which I was bound, rendered any such attempt the merest madness. Realizing this, with the fatalism of a veteran I resigned myself in all patience to what must be. Then it was that other thoughts came surging upon me in a series of i interrogatories, which no knowledge I possessed could possibly answer. Who was this proud, womanly woman who called herself Edith Brennan? She had been at some pains to inform me that she was married, yet there was that about her —her bearing, her manner —which I could not in the least reconcile with that thought. Her extreme youthfulness made me feel it improbable, and the impression remained with me that she intended to make some explanation of her words, when the coming of Bungay interrupted us. How they might be explained I could not imagine; I merely struggled against accepting what I longed to believe untrue. And this san? this Federal major, bearing the same name, whom she called Frank, who was he? What manner of relationship existed between them? In their meeting and short intercourse I had noted several things which told me much —that she faired, respected, valued him, and that he was not only swayed by, but Intensely jealous of any rival in, her good opinion. Yet their unexpected meeting was scarcely that of husband and wife. Was he the one she sought in her nigbt ride from one Federal camp to another? If so, was he brother, friend, or husband? What was the bond of union existing between these two? Every word spoken made me fear the last must be the true solution.

Such were some # the queries 1 silently struggled with, and they were rendered more acute by that deepening Interest which I now confessed to myself I was feeling toward her who Inspired them. It may be fashionable nowadays to sneer at love, yet certain It is, the rare personality of this Edith Brennan had reached and influenced me in those few hours we had been thrown together as that of no other woman had ever done. Possibly this was so because the long years in camp and field had kept me isolated from all cultured and refined womanhood. This may, indeed, have caused me to be peculiarly susceptible to the beauty and purity of this one. I know not; I am content to give facts, and leave philosophy to others. My life has ever been one of action, of Intenee feeling; and ftiere in the road that day, standing bareheaded in the sun, I was clearly conscious of but one changeless fact, that I loved Edith Brennan with every throb of my heart, and that there was enmity, bitter and unforgiving, between me and the man within who bore her name. Whatever he might be to her I retalced to Know that he hated jnfi with

IBIIOVE STORY OF A GRAY JACKET

by RANDALL PARRISH

an the unreasoning hatred of jealousy. I had read it in his eyes, in his words in his manner; and the memory of its open manifestation caused me to i smile, as I hoped for an hour when we should meet alone and face tc face. How she regarded him I was unable as yet to tell, but his love for her was plainly apparent in every glance and word. As I was thus thinking, half in despair and half in hope, the two came out from the house together; and it pleased me to note how immediately her eyes sought for me, and how she lifted her hand to shade them from the glare of the sun, so that she might see more clearly. Her companion appeared to ignore my presence utterly, and gazed anxiously up and down the road as though searching for something. “Peters,” he asked sharply of the fellow on guard, “where are Sergeant Steele and the rest of the squad?” The soldier addressed saluted in a manner that convinced me he was oi the regular service. “They are resting out of the sun in that clump of bushes down the hill, sir.” Brennan glanced in the direction indicated. “Very well,” he said. “Take your prisoner down there, and tell the Sergeant to press on at once toward the lower road. We shall follow you, and the lady will ride his horse.” The man turned, and with peremptory gesture ordered me forward. As I drew closer to where the two waited beside the open door, I lifted my head proudly, determined that neither should perceive how deeply I felt the humiliation of my position. As I thus passed them, my eyes fixed upon the shining road ahead, my ears caught a word or two of Indignant expostula tion from her lips. “But, Frank, it is positively shame ful in this sun.”

He laughed lightly, yet his answer came to me in all clearness of utterance. I believed he wished me tc overhear the words. "Oh, it will only prove of benefit to his brains, if by rare chance he possesses any.” I glanced aside, and saw her turn instantly and face him. her eyes aflame with indignation. "Then I will,! ” As she spoke, her voice fairly trembling with intense feeling, she stepped backward out of sight into the house. Another instant and she reappeared, sweeping past him without so much as a word, and bearing in her hand my old campaign hat, came directly iip to us. "Sentry,” she said in her old imperious manner, “I desire to place this hat on the head of your prisoner.” The fellow glanced uneasily over his shoulder at the seemingly unconscious officer, not knowing whether it were better to permit the act or not, but she waited for no permission. "Captain Wayne,” she said, her voice grown kindly in a moment, and her eyes frankly meeting mine, “you will pardon such liberty, I am sure, but it is not right that you should be compelled to march uncovered in this sun.” She placed the hat in position, asking as she did so: “Does that feel comfortable?” “The memory of your thoughtfulness,” I replied warmly, bowing as best I might, “will make the march pleasant, no matter what its end may mean to me.” Her eyes darkened with sudden emotion. “Do not deem me wholly ungrateful,” she said quickly and in a low tone. “The conditions are such that I am utterly helpless now to aid you. Major Brennan is a man not to be lightly disobeyed, but I shall tell my story to General Sheridan so soon as we reach his camp.” I would have spoken again, but at this moment Brennan came striding toward us. “Come, Edith,” he cried, almost roughly, "this foolishness has surely gone far enough. Peters, what are you waiting here for? I told you to take your prisoner down the road.” A few moments later, the centre of a little squad of heavily armed men, I was tramping along the rocky pathway, and when once I attempted to glance back to discover If the others followed us, the sergeant advised me, with an oath, to keep my eyes to the front. I obeyed him. It must have been nearly the end of the afternoon. We had certainly traversed several miles, and were then moving almost directly south upon a well-defined pike, the name of which I never knew. All the party were traveling close together, when the scout, who throughout the day had been kept a few hundred yards in advance, came back toward us on a run, hi* hand flung up in an urgent warning to halt. “What is it, Steele?" Brennan questioned, spurring forward to meet him. “Come, speak up, man!” "A squad of cavalry has just swung

onto the pike, sir, from the am roau that leads toward the White Briar,” was the soldier’s panting reply. “And I could get a glimpse through the trees down the valley, and there’s a hcjavy infantry column just behind them. They’re Reba, sir, or I don’t know them." “Rebs?” with an incredulous laugh. “Why, man, we’ve got the only Reb here who is east of the Briar.” “Well,” returned the scout, sullen-

“I Desire to Place This Hat on the Head of Your Prisoner."

ly, “they’re coming from the west, and I know they ain’t our fellows.” He was too old a soldier to have his judgment doubted, and he was evidently convinced Brennan glanced quickly about. However he may have sneered at the report, he was not rash enough to chance so grave a mistake. “Get back into those rocks there on the right,” he commanded sharply. "Hustle your prisoner along lively, men, and one of you stand over him with a cocked gun; if he so much as opens his mouth, let him have it/’ Rapidly as we moved, we were scarcely all under cover before the advance cavalry guard came in sight, the light fringe of troopers, dust-begrimed and weary, resting heavily in their saddles, and apparently thoughtless as to any possibility of meeting with the enemy. There were not more than a troop of them all told, yet their short gray jackets and. wide-brimmed light hats instantly told the story of their service. Their rear rank was yet in sight when we heard the heavy tread of the approaching column, together with the dull tinkle of steel which always accompanies marching troops. Peering forth as much as I dared from behind the thick brush where I had been roughly thrown face downward, I saw the head of that solid, sturdy column swing around the sharp bend in the road, and in double front, spreading from rock to rock, come sweeping down toward us. SUe upon file, company after company, regiment following regiment, they swung sternly by. Scarcely so much as a word reached us. excepting now and then some briefly muttered command to close up, or a half inaudible curse as a shuffling foot stumbled. I could distinguish no badge, no insignia of either corps or division; the circling dust enveloped them in a choking, disfiguring cloud. But they were Confederates! I marked them well; here and there along the toiling ranks I even noted a familiar face, and there could be no mistaking the gaunt North Carolina mountaineer, the sallow Georgian, or the jaunty Louisiana creole. They were Confederates—Packer’s Division of Hill’s corps, ■ I could have almost sworn—east-bound on forced march, and I doubted not that each cross-road to left and right of us would likewise show Its hurrying gray column, sturdily pressing forward. The veteran fighting men of the left wing of the Army of Northern Virginia were boldly pushing eastward to keep their tryst with Lee. The despatch intrusted to my care had been borne safely to Longstreet. The keen joy of it lighted up my face, and Brennan turning toward me as the last limping straggler disappeared over the ridge, saw it, and grew white with anger. “You Rebel cur!” he cried fiercely, in his sudden outburst of passion, “what does all this mean? Where is that division bound?” "Some change in Longstreet’s front, I should judge,” I answered coolly, too happy even to note his slur. "You know better,” he retorted hotly. “The way those fellows march tells plainly enough that they have covered all of fifteen miles since daybreak. It. is a general movement, and, by'Heaven! you shall answer Sheridan, even if you won’t me.” (Te be Continued, j

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