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A GRAY JACKET TjylfojmAj&IbRjvstt Author «MP 1 "WHENWILDERNESS MASKING cuazMTJXKJGMrauz&ftziT/ -j&TZE&^jztrjnfZttJ^.raxzxiV CHAPTER XXXVtl. 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 it 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 best traditions of my house. I cannot sit here now, beneath th9 protecting shadow of a flag for which my 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 Toiced its grim message to the North It ia hardly more than a dream now, sometimes vague and shadowy, again distinct with living figures and his toric scenes. 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 despera tion we sought to check the un numbered blue legions that fairly crushed us beneath their weight. I saw it all I held a part in it all. Upon that April day which witnessed the turning of the last sad page in this tragedy, I stood without the Mc Lean house, 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. Pew 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 dumb. I know not how long I waited, standing beside my horse, with head half bowed upon his neck, seeing the vfigures about, me as in a dream. At "last the door was flung open, and those within came forth. He was 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 was no more. Yet with what calm dignity did this defeated chieftain pass down that blue lane, his head erect, his eyes undimmed—as dauntless in that awful hour of surrender as when he rode before hiB 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 said, with all bis old-time courtesy, "I shall have to trouble you to ride to General 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 Federal infantry. I scarcely so much as saw them, for my head was bent low over the saddle pommel, and my eyes were blurred with tears. The sun lay hot and golden over the dusty roads and fenceless flglds. The air was vocal with blare of trum pets and roll of drums, while every where the eye rested upon blue lines 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. As the Why cough? Stop Stop coughing! Coughing rasps and tears. Stop it! Coughing prepares the throat and lungs for more trouble. Stop it! There is nothing so bad for a cough as coughing. Stop it 1 AVer's Cherry Pec toral is a medicine for coughs and colds, a regular doctor's medicine. Sold for seventy years. Use it'. Ask your doc tor if this is not good advice. Unless there is daily action of the bow els, poisonous products are absorbed, causing headache, biliousness, nausea, dyspepsia. We wish you would ask youf doctor about correcting your constipation by taking laxative doses of Aver's Pills.' Hade by the J. O. ATBB CO.. Lowall, HUB. .sWVB:* Eflv* Lf, m-iM f-r roads forked I left them, Tor here our paths diverged, and it chanced I was the only one whose hope lay west ward. Silently, thoughtfully I trudged on for an hour through the thick red dust. My horse, sorely wounded in our last skirmish, limped painfully be hind me, his bridle-rein flung care lessly over my arm. Out yonder, "I Felt Convinced That If My Bullet Reached Major Brennan It Would Injure You." where the sun pointed the way with streams of fire, I 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 lace, 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 had I now to place at her proud feet,—I, a penniless, defeated, homeless man? At a cross-roads a Federal picket halted me, ind I arous ej sufficiently to hand him the paper wnich entitled me 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. "Hey, there, you gray-back!" he shouted, "hold on a bit!" As I came to a pause and glanced back, wondering if there could be any thing wrong with my parole, he swung his cap and pointed. "That officer coming yonder wants to speak with you." Across the open field at my right, hidden until then by a slight rise of ground, a mounted cavalryman was riding rapidly toward me. For the moment his lowered head prevented recognition, but as he cleared the ditch and came up smiling, I saw it was Caton. "By Jove, Wayne, but this is lucky!" he exclaimed, springing to the ground beside me. "I've actually been praying for a week past that I might see you. Holmes, of your serv ice, told me you had pulled through, but everything is in such confusion that to hunt for you would have been the proverbial quest after a needle in a haystack. You have been paroled then?" "Yes, I'm completely out of it at last," I answered, feeling to the full the deep sympathy expressed by his face. "It was a bitter pill, but one which had to be taken." "I know it, old fellow," and his hand-grasp on mine tightened warm ly. "If you have been beaten there is no disgrace in it, for no other na tion in this world could ever have accomplished it. But this was a case of Greek meeting Greek, and we had the money, the resources, and the men. But, Wayne, I tell you, I do not believe there is today a spark of bitterness in the heart of a fighting Federal soldier." "I know, Caton," I said—and the words came hard—"your fighting men respect us, even as we do them. It has been a sheer game of which could stand the most punishment, and the weaker had to go down. I know all that, but, nevertheless, it is a terrible ending to so much of hope, suffering, and sacrifice." "Yes," he admitted soberly, "you have given your all. But those who survive have a wonderful work be fore them. They must lay anew the foundations they are to be the re builders of states. You were going home?" I smiled bitterly at this designation of my journey's end. "Yes, if you can so name a few weed-grown fields and a vacant negro cabin. I certainly shall have to lay the foundation anew most literally." "Will you not let me aid you?" he questioned eagerly. "I possess some means, and surely our friendship is sufficiently established to warrant me In making the offer. You will not re fuse?" "I must," I answered firmly. "Yet I do not value the offer the less. FOLEY KIDNEY PILLS VOR RHEUMATISM KIDNEYS AMD BLABDCH Sometime I may even remind yon of It, but now I prefer to dig, as the others must. I shall be the stronger for it, and shall thus sooner forget the total wreck." For a few moments we walked on together in silence, each leading his horse. "Wayne," he asked at length, glan cing furtively at me, as if to mark the effect of his words, "did you know that Mrs. Brennan was again with us?" "I was not even aware she had boen away." "Oh, yes she returned North Imme diately after your last parting, and came back only last week. So many wives and relatives of the officers have come down of late, knowing the war to be practically at an end, that our camp has become like a huge pic nic pavilion. It is quite the fashion able fad just now to visit the front. Mrs. Brennan accompanied the wife of one of the division commanders from her state—Connecticut, you know." There was much I longed to ask regarding her, but I would not venture to fan his suspicions. In hope that I might turn his thought I asked, "And you are you yet married?" He laughed good-humoredly. "No, that happy day will not occur until after we are mustered out. Miss Minor is far too loyal a Virginian ever to become my wife while I continue to wear this uniform. By the way, Mrs. Brennan was asking Celia only yesterday if she had heard anything of you since the surrender." "She is at Appomattox, then?" "No, at the headquarters of the Sixth Corps, only a few miles north from here." "And the Major?" Caton glanced at me, a peculiar look in his face, but answered simply: "Naturally I have had small inti macy with him after what occurred at Mountain View, but he is still re tained upon General Sheridan's staff. At Mrs. Brennan's request we break fasted together yesterday morning, but I believe he is at the other end of the lines today." We sat down upon a bank, and for the time I forgot disaster while list ening to his story of love and his plans for the future. His one thought of Celia and the Northern home so soon now to be made ready for her coming. The sun sank lower into the western sky, causing Caton to draw down his fatigue cap until its glazed visor almost completely hid his eyes. With buoyant enthusiasm he talked on, each word drawing me closer to him in bonds of friendship. But the time of parting came, and after we had promised to correspond with each other, I had stood and watched while he rode rapidly back down the road we had traversed together. At the summit of the hill lie turned and waved his cap, then disappeared, leaving me alone, with Edith's face more clearly than ever a torture to my memory of defeat—her face, fair, smiling, alluring, yet the face of an other man's wife. CHAPTER XXXVIII. My Lady of the North. I walked the next mile thought fully, pondering over those vague hopes and plans with which Caton's optimism had inspired me. Suddenly there sounded behind me the thud of hoofs, while I heard a merry peal of laughter, accompanied by gay ex change of words. I drew aside, lead ing my horse into a small thicket be side the road to permit the cavalcade to pass. It was a group of perhaps a dozen—three or four Federal officers, the remainder ladies, whose bright dresses and smiling faces made a most winsome sight. They glanced curiously aside at me as they galloped past. But none paused, and I merely glanced at them with vague interest, my thoughts elsewhere. Suddenly a horse semed to draw back from out of the center of the fast disappearing party. I had led my limping horse out into the road once more to resume my journey, paying scarcely the slightest attention to what was taking place, for my head was again throbbing to the hot pulse of the sun. The party of strangers rode slowly away Into the enveloping dust cloud, and I had forgotten them, when a low, sweet yoice spoke close beside me: "Cap tain Wayne, I know you cannot have forgotten mo.' She was leaning down from the saddle, and as I glanced eagerly up into her dear eyes they were swim ming with tears. "Forgotten! Never for one mo ment," I exclaimed "yet I failed to perceive your presence until you spoke." "You appeared deeply burled In thought as we rode by, but I could not leave you without a word when I knew you must feel so bad. Oh, but you, Captain Wayne, you have youth and love to Inspire you—for your mother yet lives. Truly it makes my heart throb to think of the upbuilding which awaits you men of the South. It is through such as you—soldiers trained by stern duty—that these desolated states are destined to rise above the ashes of war into a great ness never before equaled. I feel that now, in this supreme hour of sac rifice, the men and women of the South are to exhibit before the world a courage greater than that of the battlefield. It is to be the marvel of the nation, and the thought and pride of it should make you strong." "It may indeed be so I can but be lieve it, as the prophecy comes from your lips. I might even find courage to do my part in this redemption were you ever at hand to inspire." I She laughed gently. "I am not a I Virginian, Captain Wayne, bat a most & loyal daughter or the North "yet If I so inspire you by my mere words,, surely it is not so far to my home' but you might Journey there to listen to my further words of wisdom." "I have not forgotten the permis sion already granted me, and it is a temptation not easily cast aside. You return North soon?" "Within a week." I hardly knew what prompted me to voice my next question—Fate, per haps, weary of being so long mocked —for I felt small Interest in her prob-. able answer. "Do you expect your husband's re lease from duty by that time?" She gave a quick start of surprise,' drawing in her breath as though sud denly choked. Then the rich color overspread her face. "My husband?" she ejaculated in voice barely audi ble, "my husband? Surely you can-' not mean Major Brennan?" "But I certainly do," I said, won-' dering what might be wrong. "Whom' else could I mean?" "And you thought that?" she asked incredulously. "Why, how could you?"' "How should I have thought other wise?" I exclaimed, my eyes eagerly searching her downcast face. "Why, Caton told me it was so the nig'.it I was before Sheridan he confirmed it again in conversation less than an hour ago. Colgate, my Lieutenant,: who met you in a Baltimore hospital, referred to him the same way. If I have been deceived through all these months, surely everything and every body conspired to that end—you bore the same name you told me plainly you were married you wore a wed ding-ring you resided while r.t camp in his quarters you called each oth er Frank and Edith. From first to last not one word has been spoken by any one to cause me to doubt that you were his wife." "I recall starting to explain all this to you once," she said, striving vainly to appear at ease. "It was when we were interrupted by the sudden com ing upon us of Mr. and Mrs. Bungay. Yet I supposed you knew, that, you would have learned the facts from others. The last time we were to gether I told you I did not wholly un derstand you. It is no wonder, when you thought that of me." "I am going to tell you my story, Captain Wayne. It is not a pleasant task under these circumstances, yet one I owe you as well as myself. This may prove our last meeting, and we must not part under the shadow of a mistake, however innocently it may have originated. I am the only child of Edwin Adam3, a manufacturer, of Stonington, Connecticut. My father was also for several terms a member of Congress from that State. As the death of my mother occurred when I was but five years old, all my father's love was lavished upon me. and I "Hey, There, You Gray-Back 1" He Shouted. grew up surrounded by every advan tage which abundant means and high soolal position could supply. During all those earlier years my playmate and most intimate companion was Charles Brennan, a younger brother of the Major, and the son of Judge David Brennan of the State Supreme Court. As we grew older his friendship for me ripened int# love, a feeling which I found it impossible to return. I liked him greatly, valued him most highly, continued his constant compaiKon, yet experienced no desire for closer relationship. My position was ren dered the more difficult as It had long been the dream of the heads of both houses that our two families, with their contingent estates, should be thus united, and constant urging tried my decision severely. Nor would CharleB Brennan give up hope. When he was twenty and I barely seventeen a most serious accident occurred—a runaway—in which Charles heroically preserved my life, but himself re ceived injuries, from which death in a short time was inevitable. In those last lingering days of suffering, but one hope, one ambition, seemed to possess his mind—the desire to make me his wife, and leave me the fortune which was his through the will of his mother. I cannot explain to you, Cap tain Wayne, the struggle I passed through, seeking to do what was right and best but finally, moved by my sympathy, eager to soothe his final hours of suffering, and urged by my father, I consented to gratify his wish, and we were united in marriage while he was on his deathbed. Two days later he passed away." 8he paused, her voice faltering, her eyes moist with unshed tears. Scarce knowing it, my hand sought hers, where it rested against the saddle. "His brother," she paused slowly, "now Major Brennan, but at that time a prosperous banker in Hartford, a man nearly double the age of Charles,, was named as adminiptrator of the estate, to retain Its management until I should attain the age of twenty-one. Less than a year later my father also died. The final settlement of big Qg- tale was likewise entrusted To "Frank Brennan, and he was made my guard ian. Quite naturally I became a resi dent of the Brennan household, upon the same standing as a daughter, be ing legally a ward of my husband's brother. Major Brennan's age, and his tnoughtful kindness to me, won my respect, and I gradually came to look upon him alnost as an elder brother, turning to him in every time of trouble for encouragement and help. It was the necessity of our business relation which first com pelled me to come South and join Major Brennan in camp as he was unable to obtain leave of absence, was obliged to make the trip. Not until that time, Captain Wayne—in deed, not until after our experience at Mountain View—did I fully realize that Major Brennan looked upon me otherwise than as a guardian upon his ward. The awakening period pained me greatly, especially as I was obliged to disappoint him deeply yet I seek to retain his friendship, for my memory of his long kindness must ever abide. I am sure you will under stand, and not consider me unwoman ly in thus making you a confidant." "I can never be sufficiently grate ful that you have thus trusted me," I said with an earnestness that caused her to lower her questioning e~es. "It has been a strange misunderstanding between us, Mrs. Brennan, but your words have brought a new hope to one disheartened Confederate soldier. I must be content with hope, yet I am rich compared with thousands of oth ers infinitely rich in comparison with what I dreamed myself an hour ago." I held out my hand. "There will come a day when I shall answer your in vitation to the North." "You are on your way home?" "Yes to take a fresh uold upon life, trusting that sometime in the early future I may feel worthy to come to you." "Worthy?" she echoed the word, a touch of scorn in her voice, her eyes dark with feeling. "Worthy? Captain Wayne, I sometimes think you the most unselfish man I ever knew." Must the sacrifices, then, always be made by you? Can you not conceive It possible that I also might like to yield up something? Is it possible you deem me a woman to whom money is a god?" "No," I said, my heart bounding to the scarce hidden meaning of her im-i petuous words, "nor have the sacri fices always been mine you were' once my prisoner." She bent down, her very soul in her eyes, and rested one white hand upon my shoulder. For an Instant we read each other's heart in silence, then shyly she said, "I am still your prisoner." THE END. Jr £. 2d r. DANGER PERIOD OFWOMANS' LIFE FROM 45 to 50 Interesting Experience of Two Women—Their Statements Worth Reading. COMMON SENSE dictates that money should be kept at the bank and paid out by check instead of currency. 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