10 THE STATE JOURNAL. FHday, April 18, 1913, The Militant Maid By Ella Randall Pearce Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Mrs. Seward looked anxiously at the door which her attractive young est daughter had just closed behind her, and continued to look long after the sounds of firm, tapping footsteps had died away in the distance. Then her troubled glance shifted to the paternal head of the family, who was cosily intrenched behind his news paper. "Father, 1 don't approve of this sort of thing at all. I think you we ought to protest." "What is it?" asked Mr. Seward, without looking up. "That's just it are you blind?" Mrs. Seward spoke a bit testily. "It's Anna. Don't you know where she is going?" "Going for a walk, she said," re plied the newspaper reader, complac ently. "Yes; but do you know where and why?" The intensity of Mrs. Seward's tones claimed her husband's atten tion at last. "Well, mother, what is it? What's Anna up to that makes you so up set? i don't understand." "Ah, that's what I thought. You don't understand. Yet our daughter is out now practicing for a 'hike' to the capital, as she calls it. She's joined a club; she's a suffragette!" Then Mr. Seward threw back his head and laughed until his glasses fell off. "Club Suffragette? Yes, yes, I've heard her talking about it lately. Pshaw! It's nothing but a notion." "Father, I'm surprised at you! Do we want Anna's name in the papers, and Anna 'hiking' all over the coun try. She says she's going with the club to-morrow; she's been training for the past two weeks. She walked ten miles yesterday, and she's off again to-day. Why, she'll make her self sick." Mr. Seward looked thoughtful. "I wouldn't worry about Anna's getting sick in that way, or doing anything discreditable mother. If she's taken a notion to join the fe male suffrage party and hike along with them, there's no harm to it." "Oh, but, father, that isn't all. There's something at the bottom of all this. Anna's discontented al ready; that's why she's turned to the excitement of club affairs. Our lit tle girl's unhappy; she's not herself since Morgan Giles went away. You know Anna was always so gentle, so domestic. It isn't like her to be mil itant." "Well, if walking will help her any, let her walk," said Mr. Seward, as he returned to his paper; but a shade of gravity had fallen over his genial face. Anna, his little daugh ter, discontented? Unhappy? That was a new, disagreeable thought. Mrs. Seward resumed her needle work with a sigh. Since the day of the lovers' quarrel, when Morgan Giles had left the Seward home for ever, as he had avowed she had noticed with much anxiety the grow ing unrest and fitful moods of the girl. Unaware of the disturbance in her home, Anna Seward Swung buoyant ly through the streets of the town, and out upon the suburban highway. She was the picture of youthful health and bloom. Her close-fitting costume revealed lines of supple grace; her dark blue eyes were sparkling; the breeze that tossed the white feather of her cap backward, loosened the short, curling strands of auburn hair. No one, to have seen Anna Seward then, would have pronounced her discontented or un happy. Eleven miles or so were made in good time, and after a brief rest, the traveler started on her homeward way. All went well until Anna reached the outskirts of the town again. Just as she was crossing the wide driveway that encircled the park toward which her fdosteps were leading, a big touring car iadert with a gay, recklfeBS pafty bore swiftly down Upon her! Anna stop ped abruptly, took a startled step backward, placed her foot on a loose stone, and as it rolled over, she came tumbling to the ground. The motor car had been brought to a standstill, and one of the party came back to her assistance; but Anna had drawn herself to a seat be side the driveway. "I'm all right," she said, laughing nervously; and, it was not until after the gray car and its occupants had gone that the girl realized that she was really injured. Anna sank back on the iron seat, conscious of increasing pain and the fact that the afternoon glow was shifting into the gray of twilight. Two or three times she tried to stand on the injured foot, but she was help less. Anna waited. It seemed, after a while, that the big gray car was to be the last that would pass that way before night set in. After a time she grew uneasy. The road was rather lonely at this turn. "I guess I will be out of the march to-morrow," thought Anna grimly. Another hour dragged by. Sounds of passing on the driveway within the park could be heard, but no one came along on the outer road. Soon the figure on the seat became indis tinct; only the rampant white feath er pierced the darkness. The lonely girl grew really apprehensive. Even if any one should come now, she would be timid about hailing a stran ger in the night. The pain in her crippled foot became intense, and she had to set her teeth sometimes to bear the sharp pangs without crying out. Then came a gay whistle out of the shadows, lilting like a bird's song. Surely it would be safe to hail one who could whistle in that way. "Boy! Boy!" cried Anna. "Ooo-oo-here." The whistling lad approached won deringly. Anna told her story, and he scurried away like a rabbit. A few minutes later he was back with an old-fashioned buggy and a driver. "He came to see pa, and pa's out," he explained, breathlessly. "But he'll drive you home, and I'll bring the horse back. I told him it'd take two of us to get you home." "He" came toward the seat by the roadside, and the girl gave a little scream. "Oh, Miss Seward, is it you?" said Morgan Giles, stiffly. "I came down to see this boy's father about some carpentry work. I never guessed " "If you had, I suppose I'd been left here all night." Anna's tones were too broken to sound very an gry. "I'm sorry I'm so helpless, Mr. (.Tiles." "I suppose that means you're sorry you've got to accept my help. Well," sharply, "I've got to carry you to the wagon." "No, indeed! I'll walk," retorted Anna; but at the first step, she crumpled in a heap, and young Giles picked her up in his arms master fully. He did not speak again during the ifthg drive through the park. Anna cast a few shy glances at his stern profile; his broad shoulders looming beside her; his strong hands on the reins. ' Suddenly a sharp twinge made her utter a little grasping cry, quickly suppressed, "Shall I atop at the doc-tor'fl?" asked Morgan, gruffly. "Nf home, please." He turned his head. "I'm sorry you're Buffering. But what were ydu doing so far from home and alone? Anna's heart. leaptd. He Was in terested, iit least: Her rriddd soft ened. "I was finishing a fifteen-mile walk. My club starts for Albany to morrow." "Your club? Albany? You mean "Yes, I'm working for the cause. I have a mission in life, now." He did not see her face, but her voice sounded encouraging, despite its uncompromising statement. Mor gan Giles sat silent a moment. The little flre beside him atirred uneas ily. Would he accept her words as a finality? Then a man's laugh rang out freely, mirthfully. "Anna Seward, is that why " "No, it isn't!" she said crossly. "I thought Of that after after you went away." "But you told me to gd. You said you would never marry; ydu would not allow any man to dictate to you." "Oh, oh, but that was about quite a different matter. And you were so high-handed. I I just couldn't stand it!" Another silence; then young Giles brought his lips close to the girl's inclined ear. "And, now Anna, now?" The lights of home flashed out. The man sprang down, and wrapped his arms around the unresisting girl; her head dropped to his shoulder. "And now?" came his urgent whis per, as he carried her to her door. Her arms clung closer as her voice answered him in mocking petulance. "What can a girl do when she is crippled and can't walk or run away, Morgan?" He had just time to kiss her hur riedly before the door was opened. Ransom's Brigade. The State Journal of April 4 has quoted from the Statesville Land mark a sketch of Ransom's Brigade from Mr. J. C. Brown, of Iredell, Company K, Fifty-sixth North Caro lina Regiment. This writer was at Appomattox April 9, 1865, with the Twenty-fourth North Carolina Regi ment, Ransom's Brigade. On the re treat from Petersburg we took part in the battles of Dinwiddie Court House and Five Forks terrible and destructive battles. The most of our brigade was captured at Five Forks. I remember the smoke of battle in creased by the smoke of the burning woods was almost suffocating and so blinding that we could not distin guish a Southern from a Northern soldier. The cavalry horses from both armies were rushing riderless back and forth seemingly in search of their fallen riders. At Farmville finding the baggage wagons could not be drawn any further, they were packed and burned with all the stores of the army. For three days follow ing Lee's army subsisted on parched corn. These incidents occurred forty-eight years ago this April, and Monday was the forty-eighth anni versary of Lee's surrender. M. N. Mclver, in Scottish Chief. President Wilson has directed that a wreath in his name be laid on the grave of Thomas Jefferson at Mon ticello next Sunday, the birthday of the original Democrat. HART-WARD SSSS SENDING GOODS BY PARCELS POST. The new law which went into effect 'Jaouary 1 enables us to Send merchandise by mail, thus we can send anything in the line of HARDWARE and TINWARE ihat does not weith moret n 11 pounds and meas ure more than 0 fret arou' d the package; To take care of the Orders we have arranged a Mpedal Department RATES fOH ON RURAL ROUTES 1 pound 5t 6 pounds. ..10c 2 pounds 6c 1 pounds...Hc 3 pounds 7c 8 pounds, ,,l2c 4 pounds 8c 9 pounds. ..13c 5 pounds 9c 10 pounds. ..14c 11 pounds. ..15c We guarantee our prices as low as any catalog house and will meet their prices on any article for the same quality goods. Goods will be sent on approval by mail, if money ac companies order. Special goods not carried in stock, that can be mailed, will be ent direct to your door from the factory, as we have made arrangements .with several of the largest factories to do this. SPORTING GOODS HART-WARD HARDWARE CO. No. 1?5 East Martin, Raleigh, N. C. rr Oak City Steam Laundry Company SHIRTS, COLLARS & CUFFS A SPECIALTY Phone 87 Special Delivery H5 W. Hargctt St. RALEIGH, N. C. NOTICE TO THE CREDITORS OF THE WENDELL MERCANTILE COMPANY, Having been appointed permanent receiver of the Wendell Mercantile Company by am order entered in a civil action pending in Wake County Superior Court entitled K. W. Harris and J. B. Owens vs. thff Wendell Mercantile Company, 1 hereby notify all creditors of said company to forthwith pres ent their claims to me duly verified. F. EUGENE HESTER, April 12, 1913. Receiver. COPY OF SUMMONS FOR RELIEF For Creditors, Stockholders, and Dealers With Wendell .Mercantile Company. Wake County In the Superior Court. Slate of North Carolina. E. VV. Harris & J. E. Owens vs. The Wendell Mercantile Company. To the Sheriff of Wake County Greeting: Vou are hereby commanded to summon The Wendell Mercantile Company, the de fendant above-named, if It be found within', your county, to be and appear before the; Judge of our Superior Court, at a court to. be held for county of Wake, at the court house in Raleigh, on the seventh Monday after the first Monday of March, it being the-. 21st day of April, 1913, and answer the com plaint, which will be deposited in the office' of the Clerk of the Superior Court of said' county within the first three days of said term; and let the said defendant take notice,, that if it fail to answer the complaint with in the time required by law, the plaintiffs will apply to the Court for the relief de manded in the complaint, to-wit, the ap pointment of a receiver of said corporation. Hereof fail not, and of this summons make due return. Given under my hand and seal of said court, this 3rd day of April, 1913. x MILLARD MT AT., Clerk Superior Coairt. 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