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The story open* In a Confederate tent
at ■ critical stage of the Civil War. Gen.
Lee imparl* to Capt. Wayne an Important
message to Lonfetreet. Accompanied by
Sergt Craig, an old arm)' scout. Wayne ;
•tarta on his mlaslon. They get within
the lines of the enemy and In the dark
ness Wayne IS taken for a Federal of
ficer and a young lady on horseback Is
given In his charge. She la a northern
girl and attempts to escape. One of the
horses succumbs and Craig goes through
with the dispatches, while Wayne and My
of the North are left alone. They
seek shelter In a hut and entering It In
the dark a huge mastiff attacks Wayne
The girl shoota the brute Just In time.
The owner of the hut. Jed Bungay, and
his wife appear and soon a party of
horsemen approach. Thsy are led by a
man claiming to be Red I,owrle, but who
proves to be MaJ. Brennan. a Federal
officer whom the Union girl recognises.
He orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy
and ho Is brought before Sheridan, who
threatens him with desth unless he re
veals the secret message. Wayne believes
Edith Brennan to be the wife of MaJ.
Brennan. He Is rescued bv Jed Bungay.
Who starts to reach Oen. I.ee, while
Wayne In disguise penetrates to the ball
room. beneath which he had been Im
prisoned. He Is Introduced to a Miss
Minor and barely escapes being unmask
ed. Edith Brennan recognising Wayne,
aays Hhn will save him. Securing a pass
through the lines, they are confronted by
Brennan, who Is knocked senseless. Then,
bidding Edith adieu, Wayne makes a
dash for liberty. Ho encounters Bungay :
they reach the I.oe camp and are sent
with reinforcements to Join Early. In the
battle of Shenandoah the regiment Is
overwhelmed, and Wayne, while In the
hospital, Is visited by Edith Brennan.
Wayne and Bungay are sent "on ft scout
ing detail, and arriving at the Minor
place, Wayne meets Miss Minor and Mrs.
Bungay, and later Edith appears.
Wayno's detachment Is besieged by guer
rillas. Brennan and IIIH tnen arrive nnd
aid In repelling the Invaders until a res
elling party of bluecoats reach the
Brennan challenges Wayne to a duel; the
latter fires In trie air. and Is himself
fairly beside himself, "the charge was
too heavy; It overshot."
"Are you much hurt?" panted Caton.
"Merely pricked the skin."
Then llrcnnan's angry voice rang
out once more.
y "I demand another shot," he Insist
ed loudly. "I demand It, I tell you,
Moorehouse. This settles nothing, and
1 will not be balked Just because you
don't know enough lo load a gun."
Caton wheeled upon him, his blu«
eyes blazing dangerously.
demand a second shot?" he
criecl indignantly. "Are you not aware,
sir, that Captain Wayne tired in the
air? It would be murder."
"Fired in the air!" he laughed, as
If it was a most excellent Joke. "Of
course he did, but it was because my
'ball disconcerted his aim. I fired a
liecond the first, but his derringer was
Caton Rtrode toward him, his face
white with passion.
"Let him have It his way," I called
after him, for now my own blood was
up. "1 shall not be guilty of such neg
He did not heed me, perhaps he did
"Major Brennan," he said, facing
him, his volcfe trembling with feeling,
"I tell you Captain Wayne purpose
ly shot in the air. He Informed me
before coming upon the field that he
should do so. I positively refuse to
permit face your fire again."
Brennan's face blazed; chagrin, an
ger, disappointment fairly infuriated
him, and he seemed to lose all self
control, "Thlß is some cowardly
trick!" ho roared, glaring about him
as If c Uing some one upon whom
he ccn.iU vent his wrath. "Damn it,
I believe my pistol was fixed to over
shoot in order to save that fellow. I
never missed such a shot before."
Moorehouse broke in upon his rav
ing. so astounded at these intemper
ate words as to stutter in his speech.
"Do do you d-dare to in-sinuate, Ma
jor Brennan," he began, "that I have
—" he paused, his mouth wide open,
•taring ioward the shed. Involuntar
ily we glanced in that direction also,
wondering what ho saw. There, in
the open doorway, as in a frame,
dressed almost entirely in white, her
graceful figure and fair young face
clearly defined against the dark back
ground. stood Edith Drennan.
The Last Good-by.
She exhibited no outward sign of
agitation as she left her position and
slowly advanced toward us. Daintily
lifting her skirts to keep them from
contact with the weeds under foot,
her head poised proudly, her eyes a
bit disdainful of It all. she paused be
fore Caton. v
"Lieutenant," she questioned In a
clear tone which seemed to command
* an answer, "I have always found you
an impartial friend. Will you kindly
Inform me as to the true meaning of
He hesitated, hardly knowing what
to reply, but her Imperious eyeib were
upon him—they Insisted, and he stam
, "Two of the gentlemen, madam,
were about to settle a slight disagree
ment by means of the code."
"Were about?" she echoed, scornful
of all deceit "Surely I heard shots as
1 came through the orchard?"
"One Are has been exchanged." be
"And Captain Wayne has been
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that she bad even so much as noticed
"Very slightly, madam."
"His opponent escaped uninjured?"
Caton bowed, glanced uneasily to
i ward me, and then blurted forth Im
pulsively: "Captain Wayne fired in
the air, madam."
"A most delightful situation, surely,"
she said clearly and sarcastically.
"One would almost suppose we had
wholly reverted to barbarism, and that
our boasted civilization was but mock
ery* Think of it," and the proud dis
, dain In her face held us silent, "not
six hours ago that house yonder was
the scene of a desperate battle. With
in Its blood-stained rooms men fought
and died, cheering In their agony like
heroes of romance. I saw there two
men battling shoulder to shoulder
against a host of infuriated ruffians,
seeking to protect helpless women
They wore different uniforms, they
followed different flags, by the fortune
of war they were enemies, yet they
could fight and die In defense of the
weak. I thanked God upon my knees
that I had been privileged to know
such men and could call them friends.
No nobler, truer, manlier deed at arms
was ever done! Yet, mark you, no
sooner is that duty over—scarcely are
their dead comrades buried —when
they forgot every natural Instinct of
of gratitude, of true manliness, and
spring at each other's throat like two
maddened beasts. I care not what
the ease may be —the act is shameful,
and an Insult to every woman of this
household. Even as I came upon tbo
field voices were clamoring for anoth
er shot. In spite of the fact that one
man stood already wounded. War
may be excusable, but this is not war.
Gentlemen, you have fired your last
shot on this field, unless you choose
to make me your target."
She stood there as a queen might,
and commanded an obedience no man
among us durst refuse. Brennan's
flushed face paled, and his lips trem
bled as ho sought to make excuse.
"Edith," he protested, "you do not
know, you do not understand. There
are wrongs which can be righted In
no other way."
"I do not care to know,'* she an
swered coldly, "nor do I ever expect
to learn that murder can right a
"Murder! You use strong terms.
The code has been recognized for cen
turies as the last reßort of gentle
"The code! Has it, Indeed? What
gentlemen? Those of the south ex
clusively of late. That might possi
bly pardon your opponent, but not you,
for you know very well that In the
north no man of any standing would
ever venture to resort to It. Moreover,
even the code presupposes that men
shall stand equal at Its bar —I am In
formed that Captain Wayne fired In
He hesitated, feeling doubtless the
uselessness of further protest, yet she
permitted him small opportunity for
consideration. "Major," she said quiet
ly but firmly, "I should be pleased to
have you escort me to the houße."
These words, gently as they
were spoken, still constituted a com
mand. Her eyes were upon his face,
and I doubt not he read within them
that he would forfeit all her reßpect if
ho failed to obey. Yet ho yielded with
exceeding poor grace.
"As It seems Impossible to con
tinue," he admitted bitterly, "I sup
pose I may as well go." He turned
and fronted me, his eyes glowing
"But understand, sir, this is merely
a cessation, not an ending."
I bowed gravely, not daring to trust
my voice in Bpeech, lest I should yield
to the temptation of my own temper.
"Captain Wayne," she said, glancing
back across his broad blue shoulder,
and I thought there was a now qual
ity in her voice, the sting had some
way gone out of it, "I shall eßteem
it a kindness if you will call upon
me before you depart."
"With pleasure," I hastened to re
ply, my surprise at the request al
most robbing me of speech, "but I
shall be compelled to leave at once,
as my troop Is already under or
"I shall detain you for only a
moment, but after what you have
passed through on our behalf I am
unwilling you should depart without
realising our gratitude. You will find
me in the library. Come, Frank. I
am ready now."
We remained motionless, watching
them until they disappeared around
the corner of the shed. Brennan
walked with stern face, hlB step
heavy, she averted eyes, a slight
smile of triumph curling her lip. Then
Moorehouse stooped and picked up
the derringer the Major had thrown
"By thunder, but she's right!" he
exclaltped emphatically. "I tell you
that's a mighty fine woman. Blame
me. if she didn't face us like a
No one answered, and without ex
changing another word we walked to
gether to the house. There I found
the remnant (of my troop standing
beside their horses, chaffing with a
dozen Idle Yankee cavalrymen whp
were lounging on the wide steps.
The time had come 'when' I must
Mjr a final, farewell and depart Not
the slightest excuse remained for fur
ther delay. I dreaded the ordeal, but
no escape was possible, and 1 en
tered the house for what I well knew
was to be the last time. My mind
was gravely troubled; I knew not
what to expect, how far I might ven
ture to hope. Why had she desired
to see me again? Surely the public
reason she offered could not be the
real one. Had she only been free,
a maid whose hand remained her
own to surrender as she pleased, I
should never have hesitated, never
have purpose; but now
that could not be.
A3 I knocked almost timidly at the
closed library door a gentle voice
said, "Come." and I entered, my heart
throbbing like a frightened girl's.
She stood waiting me nearly In the
center of that spacious apartment,
dressed in the same light raiment she
had worn without, and her greeting
was calm and friendly, yet tinged by
a proud dignity, I cannot describe. I
believed for an Instant that we were
alone, and my blood raced through
my veins in sudden expectancy; then
my eyes fell upon Mrs. Minor com
fortably seated In an armchair be
fore the fire, and I realized that she
wn3 present to restrain mo from for
getfulneßß. But In very truth my
lady hardly needed such protection—
her speech, her manner, her proud
constraint told me at once most plain
ly that no existing tie between us
had caused our meeting.
"Captain Wayne," she said softly,
her lilgh color alone giving evidence
of any memory of the past, "I scarce
ly thought that we should meet again,
yet was not willing to part with you
under any misunderstanding. I have
learned from Lieutenant Caton the
full particulars of your action In con
nection with Major Brennan. I wish
you to realize that I appreciate your
efforts to cscapo a hostile meeting
"I Felt Convinced That If My Bullet Reached Major Brennan It Would In
and esteem you nioit highly for your
forbearance on the field. It waa In
deed a noble proof of true courage.
May I ask why did you fire In the
Had she not held me bo away from
her by her manner I should have then
and there told her all the truth. Aa
It waa I durst not
"I felt convinced that If my bullet
reached Major Brennan it would In
jure you. 1 preferred not to do that."
"I believed it was for my sake you
made the sacrifice." She paused; then
asked in yet lower tones: "Was my
name mentioned during your conten
tion —I mean publicly ?"
"It was not; Caton alone la aware
I refrained because of the reason I
have already given you."
"Your wound la not serious?"
"Too Insignificant to be worthy of
She was silent, her eyes upon the
carpet, her bosom rising and falling
with the emotion she sought in vain
"1 thank you for coming to me,"
sho aaid frankly. "I shall understand
It all better, comprehend your motlre
better, for this brief talk. Whatever
you may think of me in the future."
and she held out her hand with aome
thing of the old frankneaa In the gee
lure, "do not hold me aa ungrateful
Tor a single klndnees you have shown
me, I haTe not fully understood you.
Captain Wayne; Indeed. I doubt If
.. ■'X - kjsi i IM. J'ltlss 'A * 'if
t 1 do even now, yet 1 am under great
• obligations which 1 hope some day to
I be able to requite, at least In part"
"A thousand times they are already.
' paid," I exclaimed, eagerly, forgetting
I for the moment the presence of her
t silent chaperon. "You have given me
- that which Is mors than life—"
I "Do not, Captain Wayne," she In
terrupted, her cheeks aflame. "I
would rather forget. Please do not;
I did not send to you for that, only
to tell you I knew and understood.
We must part now. Will you say
good-bye?" 1 /
'if you bid me, yes, I will say
good-bye," I answered, my own self
control brought back Instantly by her
words and manner, "but I retain that
which I do not mean to forget—your
gracious words of Invitation to the
She stood with parted lips, ss
though she struggled to force bsck
that which should not be uttered.
Then she whispered swiftly:
"It Is not my wish that you
Wan there ever such another para
dox of a woman? I knew not how
to read her aright, for I scarce ever
found her twice the same. Which
represented the truth of her charac
ter —her cool dignity, her Impetuous
pride, or that gentle tenderness which
befitted her so well? Which was the
armor, which the heart of this fair
lady of the North?
As we rode down the path to the
eastward, a snowy handkerchief flut
tered for an Instant at the library
window. I raised my hat In silent
greeting, and we were gone.
The Furling of the Flags.
The close of the long and bitter
struggle had come; to those who
had cast their fortunes with the
South li seemed almost as the end of
the world. I had thought to write of
those last sad days, to picture them
In all their contrasting light and
shadow, but now I cannot. There
are thoughts too deep for human ut
terance, memories too sacred for the
pen. I rejoice that I was a part of
it; that to the lowering of the last
tattered battle-flag I remained con
stant to the beat traditions of my
house. I cannot ait here now, beneath
the protecting shadow of a flag for
which ray son fought and died, and
write that I regret the ending, for
years of peace have taught us of the
South lessons no less valuable than
did the war; yet do I rejoice today
that, having once donned the gray, I
wore It until the last shotted gun
voiced Ita grim message to the North.
It la hardly more than a dream now,
sometimes vague and shadowy, again
distinct with living figures and his
[ torlc scene*. I require but to close
my eyes to behold once more those
- slender lines of ragged, weary, hun
gry men. to whom fighting had be
come synonymous with life. I pass
again through the fiery rain of those
, last fierce battles, when in deepera
■ tion we sought to check the un
numbered blt;e legions that fairly
crushed us beneath their weight.
■ I saw it all; I held a part In It all.
Upon that April day which wltneaaed
the turning of the laat sad page In
this tragedy, I atood without the Mc-
Lean houqp. ankle deep in the tram-
pled mud of the yard, surrounded by
a group of Federal officers. Within
was my commander, the old gray
hero of Virginia, together with the
great silent soldier of the North.
Few about me spoke as we waited
In restless agony. No one addressed
me. and I think there must have been
a look In my face which held them
I know not bow long I waited,
standing beside my horse, with head
half bowed upon bis neck, seeing the
figures pbout me aa In a dream. At
last the door was flung open, and
those within came forth. He waa In
advance of them all. in that pale,
stern, kindly face, and within the
depths of those sorrowful gray eyes,
I read Instantly the truth—the Army
of Northern Virginia waa no more.
Yet with what calm dignity did tljjs
defeated chieftain pass down that
blue lane, his head erect, bis eyes
undimmed —as dauntless In that awful
hour of surrender as when he rode
before his cheering legions of fighting
men. Only as he came to where I
stood, and caught the look of suffer
ing upon my face, did he once falter,
and then I noted no more than the
slight twitching of his lips beneath
the short gray beard.
"Captain Wayne," he all
his old-time courtesy, "I shall have
to trouble you to ride to Oeneral
Hills' division and request him to
cease firing at once."
I turned reluctantly away from him.
knowing full well In my heart I was
bearing my last order, and rode at a
hard trot down the road between long
lines of waiting Fetferal infantry. I
scarcely so much as saw them, for my
head was bent low over the saddle
pommel, and my eyea were blurred
The sun lay hot and golden over
the dusty roads and fenceless fields.
The air was vocal with blare of trum
pets and roll of drums, while every
where tbo eye rested upon blue Ilne3
and long columns of marching troops.
I formed one of a little gray squad
moving slowly southward —a mere
fragment of the fighting men of the
Confederacy, making their way home
ward as best they might. Aa the
roads forked I left them, for here our
paths diverged, and it chanced I was
the only one whose hope lay west
Silently, thoughtfully I trudged on
for an hour through the thick red
dust My horse, sorely wounded In
our last limped painfully be
hind me, his bridle-rein flung care
lessly over my arm. Out yonder,
where the sun pointed the way with
streams of Are. 1 was to take up life
anew. Life! What was there left to
me In that word? A deserted, despoil
ed farm alone awaited my 'coming;
hardly a remembered iaco, scarcely a
future hope. The glitter of a passing
troop of cavalry drew my mind for an
Instant to Edith Brennan, but I
crushed the thought. Even were she
free, what bad I now to place at her
proud feet, —I, a penniless, defeated,
homeless man? At a cross-roads a
Federal picket halted me, nd I arous
ed sufficiently to band him the paper
which entitled mi to safe passage
through the lines He handed me
back the paper and motioned me to
pass on. I had gone a hundred yards
or more when I became aware that
he was calling after me.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)-
WHY HE USED THE BAD WORD !
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Matt Parkins, engine driver on the
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he used a word which he really should
not Where be got It no one knows.
The mother promptly called him to
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the pigs, returned, hot and red of
face, to the veranda
"Mattie." said his mother, sternly.
"I shall have to punlah you. I heard
you say a naughty word."
"Well. I guess I did," waa the lad's
penitent rejoinder, "but you see,
mamma, them pigs Jest got my goat"
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