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EHeBDD IHST A TALE OF CML STRIFE ft RANDALL PARPISH .fLUSTOTIONS /k-C.D RHODES cownfcjir I () . A.C.AT*C/.1/fiC UCO P— — 11 1 ' ' BVNOPBIB. ConMrritr Sergeant Wyatt of the Staunton artillery In sent as a spy to his natlT# fatuity on th« Own Hrlar by len eral Jackson Wyatt meets a mountaineer named Jem Taylor. They ride together tu a house neyond Hot Bprln*s. In the house Wyatt and Taylor meet Malor ITfirwood, father of Noretti and an old neighbor of Wyatt, who la Bent to bed while the two other m«*fi talk. Wyatt become* suspi cious, and And* that Taylor ha« murdered Harwood and escaped. Wyatt change* t> * the U, 8 cavalry uniform he hu* with him. and rides away In the night. running " Into a detachment of Federal cavalry, to whom he Identities himself an Ueutenant Raymond. Third 11. 8 cavalry, by means of papers with which he has been pro vided. Captain Fo* And* Harwood'a bodv and follows Taylor'a trail, Kox and Wyatt believe Taylor to be old Ned Cownn, The detachment la ambushed Wyatt. escapes to the Orecn Briar country and icne* to Harwood'a apparently deserted hernia. CHAPTER VI. The Mistress of ths House. I stood with ear pressed against the panel, fingers gripping the butt of my revolver An ordinary latch held the door closed, and I pressed this, open ing the barrier slightly. The move ment made not tjie slightest noise, and gave me a glimpse wltbln ' / In front of a small grate Are, her hack toward me, snuggled comfortably ,down In the depths of an easy chair, sat a woman reading. I could see little of her because of the high back of the ' chair rising between us—only a mass of dark brown hair, a smooth, rounded cheek, and the small Vhlte hand rest ing on the chair arm" T knew vaguely her waist was white, her skirt gray, and 1 saw the glimmer of a pearl handled pistol lying on a closed chest at her side. Still she was only a woman, a mere girl apparently, whom J htul no caUHc to fear. The sudden reaction caused me to smile with re •lief, and to return my revolver silent >ly to the belt. Her eyes remained on I the page of the book I think I would huve withdrawn without a word, ■\>ut, at that Instant a draft from the '•open door flickered her light, and she glanced about seeking the cause. I caught the startled expression In her eyes as she first perceived my shadow; ' the hpok fell to the door, her hand gripping the pistol, even as she aroae hastily to her feet. The light was 011 her face, and 1 knew her to bo .Noreen Harwood. "Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked tersely, a tremor In the voice, but no shrinking in those eyea that looked straight at me. I moved forward from out of the shadow Into the radius of light. It was only a step, but the girl recoiled slightly, the pearl handled pistol rls lng Instantly to a level with my eyes. "Stand where you are!" she ordered "What are you doing, creeping about this house In the dark?" "Not In the dark exactly," 1 an swered, seeking to relieve the strain, and holding my hat in one hand, aa, I bowed gravely, "for my lump the stairs." 1 marked the quick change of ex pression in her eyes as they swept over me. There was no evidence of recognition; scarcely more than a faint acknowledgment that my appearance was not entirely unfavorable. Yet surely that alone was all 1 could hope for Kxcept for that one chance en counter on the road we had never met since we were children, and'she would not likely associate the son of Judge Wyatt with the man now confronting her, attired in the wet and muddy uni form of a Federal lieutenant, lndeod it was better she should not; and a feeling of relief swept over me as 1 realized her failure to connect me with the past No memory of my features found expression lusher face, as her eyes fell from mine to the clothes I wore. "You are Union? an officer of—of cavalry? I—can scarcely comprehend why you should be here." Her atti tude no longer threatening, the gleam Ing pistol lowered "There are Federal troops at Lewisburg, but—but I do not recall your face." "My being here Is wholly au acci dent." 1 explained quietly. "I supposed the house deserted, and sought en trance to get away from the storm There was a broken window—" "Yes," she Interrupted, her eyes again on mine questionlngly. 'y found that when 1 came; someonfe had * broken In/' "Robbery, no doubt" "1 am not sure as to that. 1 have found nothing of any value missing Indeed we left nothing here to attract vandals." She hesitated, as though doubtful of the propriety of further ex planation to a stranger. "I—l belong here," she added simply. "This is my » home." "Yes; I supposed at much; you are MUs Noreen Harwood?" Her blue eyes widened, her hand graspln'g more tightly the back of the H chair. "Yes," she admitted. "You knew my father?" 0- "Slightly; enough to be aware of the }> existence of his daughter, and that this , was his plantation." "Then you must be connected with the garrison at Charleston?" "No, Mies Harwood; I belong to the Army of the Potomac, and am here only on recrvltiat service. A word of : explanation will make the situation clear, arid I trust may serve to win i [ your confidence. I do not have the ap [ | pearance of a Villain, do 1?" "No, or I should not remain parley | In* with you," she responded gravely. , t "The war has taught even the women , of this section the lesson of aelf-pro -1 tection. I am not at all afraid, or I | 1 should not be here alone." 4 "It surprises me, however, that Major llarwood should consent to your remaining—" "He has not consented," she Inter rupted. "I am supposed to be safely lodged with friends in Lewiaburg, but rode out here thin afternoon to see the condition of our property. Word cams to me that the bouse had been entered. The servants have all gone, and we were obliged to leave It unoc cupied. 1 waa delayed, seeking to dis cover what damage the vandals had done, and then suddenly the storm broke, and I thought It better to re main until morning." She laughed, as though amused at her own frankness of speech. "There, I have told you all my atory, without even waiting to hear yours 'TIh a woman's way, if her Impulse be sufficiently strong." "You mean faith in the other party?" "Of courae; one cannot be conven tional In wartlmea, and there Is no one here to properly Introduce us, even If that formality was desired 80 I must accept you on trußt." • "My uniform alone should be suffl clent guarantee." She laughed; her eyes sparkling. "Well, hardly. 1 imagine you fai) to comprehend Its really disreputable condition. But —well, you—you look like an officer and a gentleman." "For which compliment I sincerely thank you. However. Mlbs Harwood, Ny story can be quickly told lam a /Jf ''TnlVwMjfl The Book Fell to the Floor, Her Hand Gripping the Pistol lieutenant. Third United States cav alry—see. the numeral Is on my hat — attached to lleltzolinan's command, now at Fairfax Court House. I have recently been detailed to the recruit ing service, and ordered to this sec tion." I found It strangely difficult, front ing her calm look of Insistence, to go on. Hut there was no way of escape. Ileyond doubt the sympathy of this girl was with the cause of the North, and If 1 were to confess myself Tom- Wyatt, and a Confederate spy, all hope of the success of my mission would be Immediately ended. Besides I lacked the will to forfeit her esteem—to per mit her confidence In me to become changed Into suspicion. "1 heu 1 will go on,'' I said more slowly, endeavoring better to arrange my story. "I picked up a guide at Payette, but the oflicer in command there could spare no escort. The man who went with me must have been a traitor, for he guided me south into the Green Briar mountains Last night at dusk we rode into a camp of guer rillas." "Who commanded them? Did you learn T" "A gray-headed, seamed-faced moun taineer, they called Cowan." She emitted a quick breath, between closely pressed lips. "You know the man?" I asked. "Yes; old Ned Cowan; he lived over yonder, east of here in the foothills. Me and —and my father had some trou ble before the war. He—he is vin dictive and dangerous." She stopped, her glance sweeping about the room. "I—l have some reason to suspect." she added, as if half doubting whether she ought to speak the word, "that either he, or one of his men. broke in here." "In search of something?" "A paper; yes—a deed. Of course I may be mistaken; only It is not to be found. The desfc, in the library was rifled, and Its contents scattered over the floor when I came. I put thin back In place, but found nothing ol value among those that remained. M> / THE ENTERPRISE, father must have mmoved those OC.IOJ port an ce. "Possibly he carried 4bem with him?" She leaned ber bead on ber hand, her eyes thoughtful "] think be once told me they were left In charge of a banker at Charles ton—an old friend It would be too dangerous to carry them about wltb him In the field. You see I do oot know *ery much about his affairs." she explained. "I was away st school when the war broke out. and we have oaly met briefly since. My father did not talk freely of his personal matters even to me. I learned of bis feud with Cowan by accident." "It was a feud then?" "On one side at least. My father was shot at, and several of our out houses burned. The trouble arost> over the title to property. Cowan." she explained, "was a squatter on land which had belonged to our family ever since my grandfather first settled here We had title from Virginia, but the tract granted had never been proper!) surveyed. My father bad It dona, and discovered that Ned Cowan and two or his sons occupied a part of our land with no legal right" Her eyes uplifted to my face, and then fell again, one hand opening and cloßlng on the back of the chair She laughed pleaaantly. "1 hardly know why I am telling you all this family history." she continued almost in apology "It Is as If I talked to an old friend who was naturally ID terested in our affairs." "Perhaps the manner of our meeting accounts for It." I ventured. "But truly I am more deeply Interested than you Imagine. It may prove of mutual advantage for me to know the facts. Did Major Harwood try to force them from his land?" "Oh, no," hastily, "my father bad no such thought. He tried to help them to purchase the property at a very small price, and on long time. His Intention was to aid them, but h? round himself unable to convince either father or sons of his real purpose They either could not. or would not. under stand Do you realize the reckless, lawless nature of these mountain men?" "Yes. to some extent; they trust no one." "That wan the whole trouble. Seem ingly they possessed but one Idea— that If my father was killed they cculd remain where they were Indefinitely. Their single Instinct was to fight It out with rifles They refused to either purchase or leave." There was silence, as though she had finished. She had seated herself on the wide urm of the chair, still fac ing me, and I could hoar the rain best ing hard agnlnst the side of the house. Suddenly she looked up Into my face. "How odd that I should talk to ycfti so freely," she exclaimed "Why Ido not even know your name." "Charles H. Raymond." I could not be certain that the ex pression of her eyes changed, for they suddenly looked away from me, and Bhe stood again upon her feet. "Raymond, you say!" the slightest hardening of tone apparent, "on re crultlng service from the Army of the Potomac?" She drew a quick breath. "I—l think I have heard the name be fore. Would you mind If I did ask to Bee your orders?" "Not In the least," I answered, not wholly surprised that she should have heard of the other, and coutldent the papers I bore would be properly exe cuted. "I prefer that you have no doubt as to my Identity." Site took them, and I noted a slight trembling of her hands as she held the paper open In her fingers, her eyes glancing swiftly down the written lines. "I have become quite a soldier of late." she said, and handed the pack age back to me "And I cannot doubt your credentials. I am very glad to meet you. Lieutenant Raymond." and she hold out her hand cordially. As 1 have admitted already. 1 am Noreen Harwood." Whom 1 shall only be delighted to serve in any manner possible," 1 re plied gallantly, relieved that she was so easily convinced. "Oh, I think the service Is more likely to be mine. You confessed you broke In here seeking after food and a Are Down below we may find both, and It will be my pleasure thus to serve a Federal officer. You have a lamp without?" "On the stairs?" She led the way like a mistress In her own home, and I followed. There was a force of character about the girl not to be Ignored. She chose to treat me as a guest, uninvited, but none the less welcome, a position not re luctrnt to accept. 1 held J&e lamp as we went down the stairs together, the rays of light pressing aside the cur tain of darkness. CHAPTER VII. Pareon Nichols. She put aßide laughingly my sug gestion of tfsslstance. The fire In the grate burst into blaae, and her hands were busily rearranging the table. "With no servants left, and the house unoccupied for months." she- ex plained. "1 shall have to give you sol dier fare, and, perhaps, not very much , of that. Pardon my not Joining in the j feast, as I have only Just eaten." She drew up a chair opposite to where 1 sat, supporting her chin in her hands. The light between us illu mined her face, outlining It clearly against the gloom of the wall behind It was a young face, almost girlish in a way. was a grave strong look to the eyea. and womanly tirmness about Ups and chin. 1 had 1 Men so little of her la the days gone lIAMBTON, NORTH CAROLINA. by And nejg I found her a woman—a woijan of cafirm. of tars beauty aran; sweat and wholesale to look, ber cheeks aglow with health, ber eyas dedp wells of mystery and promise. Her fatherl I dare not lelJ bar of his death, of his dastardly murder It was strange she fiJM not recognised me, yet probabljt the real truth was that she had never before observed me wltb any care or Interest —consid- ering mA a mere boy to be laughed atj and forgotten. I was oaly a stranger entering into her Iffe for the flrrt time. I Noted a alight Trembling of Her Hands as She Held the Papsr Open in Hsr Fingers. This expression was In the eyes sur veying me* as I ate —quiet, earnest eyes, utterly devoid of suspicion "You are a very youug man." shs said simply. ■ "Not * seriously id," I answered, rather Inclined to resent the charge. "I am twenty-four." "You look like a boy I used to know —only his eyes were darker, and hs had long hair." "Indeed!" I caught ny breath quickly, yet held my eyes firm. "Some one living about here?" "Yes; his name was Wyatt I never knew him very well, only you recalled htm to memory in some way. He and hla mother went South when the war first broke out Where was youi home?" "In Burlington, Vermont.' You are a regular soldier?" "1 was a junior at West Point last year; we were graduated ahead of our class." Her eyes fell, the lashes outlined on her cheeks, her hands clasped on the table. "Isn't that odd!" she Bald quietly. "Do you know Mrne. tlactell's school for young ladl ;s at Compton on the Hudson? That Is where papa sent me, and I was at the senior hop at West Point a year ago last June. A half doten of us girls went up; Fred Carl ton of Charleston was In that class, and he Invited me. You knew him, ol course?" .L r ..... (TO BR CONTINUED.) MOST REAL FRIEND OF MAN Dog Is a Comrade Whose Loyalty Never Wavers. Whose Devo tion Is Certain. 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