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STORY My Lady Of Doubt By Randall Parrish A rthor of "Loom (War Firm." "My Lady of tho North * * and othat mtorioo ILLUSTRATIONS BY HENRY THIEDE Ooyjrlght, A. O. MoGiurg A UU. BYNOPSIB. Major Lawrence, son of Judge Law rence of Virginia, whose wife was a Lee, la sent on a perilous mission by Oen. Washington. Just after the winter at Valley Forge. Disguised In a British uniform Lawrence arrives within the enemy's lines. The Major attends a great fete and saves the “Lady of the Blended Rose" from mob. He later meets the girl at a brilliant ball. Trou ble Is started over a waits, and Law rence Is urged by his partner. Mistress Mortimer (The Lady of the Blended Rose). to make his escape. Lawrence is detected as a spy by Captain Grant of the British Army, who agrees to a duel. The duel Is stopped by Grant's friends and the spy makes a dash for liberty, swimming a river following a narrow escape. The Major arrives at the shop of a blacksmith, who Is friend ly. and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search* blacksmith shop In vain for the spy. Lawrence Joins the minute men. Grant and his train are captured by the min ute men. Lawrence la made prisoner by an Indian and two white men. who lock him In a strong cell. Peter ad vises Lawrenco not to attempt to es cape as “some one" would send for him. Grant's appearance adds mystery to the combination of circumstances. Law rence again meets the Lady of the Blended Rose, who Informs him that he Is In her house; and that sjje was In command of the party that captured him. Tho-captlve la thfust Into a dark underground chamber when Captain Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out. Lawrence finds the place deserted. Evidence of a battle and a dead man across the thres hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady of the Blended Rose, finds his home In ruins. Capt. Grant Insists that Law rence bo strung up at once. Miss Mor timer appears, explains the mystery and Lawrence Is held a prisoner of war. Lawrence escapes through plans ar ranged by The and sees Grant at tack Miss Mortlmor. Grant Is knocked out by Lawrence, who comes to Miss Mortimer’s relief, and then makes his escape. Captain Grant's base villainy revealed. CHAFTER XXlV.—Continued. I know not when, during all my army life, I was more deeply Im pressed with the awful solemnity of war, than as I watched these volun teer soldiers land on the Jersey shore, and tramp away through the dust. In those ranks were sick and wdunded scarcely able to keep up; occasionally one would crawl aside but the moment bo was able would join some new body, and resume the march. They were animated by a stern pur-' pose which yielded power Such as these were not to be trifled with. Oth ers might ocofT at their raggedness of line, their carelessness of discipline, thoir nondescript garments, and vari ety of equipment, but to one who bad seen such In battle—who had been with them at Trenton, Brandywine, and Germantown—they were warriors not to be despised, stern, grim fight ers. able to hold their own against England's best drilled battalions 1 watched them file past—Wayne's, Var num's, Scott's brigades, and Jackson’s and Grayson's regiments—marking the brown, dußt-caked faces, the eager eyes, the sturdy, tireless tread, the well oiled muskets. Boys, men, gray beards. all alike exhibited in their faces the same expression. They were anticipating battle against a hated foe, and counted hardship as nothing com pared with the Joy of conflict. Every step brought them closer to the grapple of arms—to that supreme test of strength, courage, endurance, for which they had left their homes. They might be poorly drilled. 111-dressed, variously armed, yet these were fight ing men. [ It was midnight when Morgan led us ■up the steep bluff, and out upon the sandy road. We advanced silently, and In straggling column through the darkness, passing the embers of camp fires for several miles, the re cumbent soldiery of other commands sleeping on the ground. At Hopewell. Washington was holding another coun cil with his officers. As we swung ipast we could perceive his tall figure standing In the glow of a fire, and there arose from the lips of our men a sudden. Involuntary cheer, breaking . strangely upon the solemn silence of \thfi. night The group about him were startled and leaked about, and he paused a moment Blinding his eyes. “What troops are these?” ho asked, his voice cutting across the distance. A hundred answered him: “Morgan’s riflemen!” “Good, ray lads!” and even at that distance I could see his face brighten. "There will be work for you at dawn.” With a rolling cheer, echoing down our rank* from front to rear, we an swered, swinging the guna oyer our heads, as we swept forward Into the dark night. There might be discus sion, dissension about that council Are, but there was none in the hearts of those who were going out to die. Al ready rumors were flying about re garding Lee's unwillingness to engage In battle. 1 saw him as I trudged past, standing beside Wayne, the fire light on his face, although his head was bowed. Even to our cheers he never once glanced up, and. as we passed beyond the radius of light, I laid my hand upon the mane of Mor gan's horse. “Is It true that Charles Lee thinks we should let Clinton go without light ing 7" I asked soberly. “That was ru mored at the ferry.” “ 'Tie enough,” he answered, his eyes upon the dark column of plod ding men. “And he seems to have others with him. I know not what has put the coward Into the fellows of late. Saint Andrew! the oddß are no greater than we have met before. But there’ll be no lighting, lad, I fear, un less Washington takes the bit In his teeth and orders It I'm glad the boys cheered him; 'twill give the man new heart” “You favor the joining of Issue!” “Why not? Were we ever In better fettle? A retreating army Is always half whipped, and we can choose our ground. Why, lad, ’tis reported Clin ton’s line stretches out full twelve miles, with train of baggage wagons and battery horses, and camp follow ers enough for a division. ’Twill be eaSy work attending to them, and most of his troops are Dutch and Tories.” By daylight we came up with the New Jersey militia, lying at rest along the bank of the Millstone river, wait ing their turn to ford that stream, and join Maxwell on the opposite shore. From where I stood I could see the thin lines of Continentals spreading out like a fan, as the skirmishers ad vanced up the opposite bluffs. Down the trampled bank, men were strug gling with a light battery, and sudden ly In the press of figures I came upon Farrell. He was mud from head to foot, his face streaked with It, but he looked up with beaming eyes as I spoke his name, and our hands clasped. “I thought you would be over there with Maxwell,” he said, pointing across at the black dots, now clearly distinguishable In the glow of sun shine. “I was left behind, and came up just now with Morgan,” I replied. "But I am anxious enough to be with my own fellows. What means that skirmish line, Farrell? Are we already In touch with Clinton?" He swept the hair out of his eyes with his great fist "No one knows exactly, but the Brit ish are not far off, and are headed this way. A scout came through with the news two hours ago—Clinton has tak en the road to Monmouth.” He chuckled grimly, glancing at my face. "And who think ye the lad was who told us?” “Who?” my throat tightening. “The same you was so anxious about a few days back.” "Mortimer! Eric Mortimer?” “Aye, unless my eyes fail me al ready, It was the boy." "You are sure? You saw him?” “Well, I had a glimpse, as he came up the bank here from the ford, his horse dripping. It was dark still, and he only stopped to ask the road. I knew the voice, and the form—the lad Is as slender as a girl—then he went by mo, digging his horse with the spurs, and lying close. He had a Dra goon's cape dapping from his shoul ders, but 'twas the boy all right. Ah I there go the guns up the bank. Now, perhaps, they'll let me take my fight ing dogs across.” The way was open for me, at least, and I swung up Into the saddle, and drove my horse down the slippery shore Into the water. The stream wns not deep, although the current flowed swiftly, and a moment later I had found Maxwell. "Yes," he said to my first question, "we are going to fight, although It may not be anything more Berlous than skirmishing today. Washington has decided In spite of Lee, thank Ood, and we'll have a go at the Red coats. Lafayette commands the ad vance. and Wayne will be up within a few hours. We are to skirmish for ward toward Monmouth Court House; Clinton has turned that way.” “You learned that from a scout?” “Yes; he just came through; one of Charles Lee's men, I understood—a blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked boy, who said his name wns Mortimer. He had rid den from Cookstown, and was reeling In the saddle, but would go on. Your men are over there, major, beyond the clump of timber. In my judgment we'll accomplish little today, for there Is a heavy storm In those clouds yonder.” “How many men will we have when Wayne comes up?” "About four thousand, with the mi litia. We are ordered to hang close to Clinton's left, while Morgan circles him to the right. 'Tis said the Brit ish have transports, at Sandy Hook, and are trying to get there; that was the word young Mortimer brought In." Th« bath In the water seemed to hare helped my horse, but 1 rode slow ly np the valley toward the wood which served as my guide. Before I reached the skirmishers, great drops of rain tell, and then a downpour, ut terly blotting out the landscape. Lightning flashed, the thunder unre mitting, the rain a flood, water leaped down the side of the hill cascades, and, blinded, I drew my horse back Into the slight shelter of the wood, and waited, gripping him by the bit Men ran back down the hill, seeking shelter from the fury of It, and I bent my bead, sokked to the skin. For the first time I realized how tired I was, every muscle aching with the strain of the long night’s march, my head throbbing from the awful heat of the early morning. I sat down In the mud and water; my arm through the bridle rein, my bead against the trunk of a tree, which partially pro tected my face from the beating rain. But there was no sleep possible. My mind pictured the Held of action, reviewed tbfe events leading up to this hour, and, as surely, reverted to Claire Mortimer. I had almost forgotten the sturdy downpour so Intensely was I thinking, when a courier came spur ring forward, blinded by the storm, yet riding recklessly. He must have seen the group of men huddled at the edge of the grove, for he drew up his horse, calling my name. "Major Lawrence, I come from Gen eral Maxwell," he shouted between the crashes of thunder. "You are given command of the right of the line, and will press on regardless of the storm until the enemy Is met In force. Dragoons have been seen two miles east. You understand, slrT” "Yes," leading forth my horse. “Come on, lads. It's the top of the hill! What about the artillery?" "We may not be able to move the guns,” he answered, "but you are to keep your powder as dry as possible and hold Clinton to the road. Dry powder will be sent as soon as the storm breaks. That's all, sir." I could scarce see the fellow as his horse whirled, and went splashing down the slope. Through the mist of .•rain the men gathered about were mere blotches. "All right, you water-rats, come on!” I sang out cheerfully. "We’ll give the Red-coats the butts of our guns any how." There was a faint cheer as the drenched figures sprang forward rac ing after me. Twice we ran up against small parties of horsemen, exchanging shots, but these fell back, leaving the road clear. By dark we were at Eng llshtown, hungry and thoroughly worn out, and there we halted, sleeping upon our arms. All I had In my hav ersack was a single hard biscuit, after munching which I lay down upon the ground and fell Instantly asleep. CHAPTER XXV. ' 3 a The Fight at Monmouth, The next day—Sunday, the twenty eighth of June, 1778—-dawned with cloudless Bky, hot, sultry, the warmest day of the year. Not a breath of air stirred the leaves, and In the tree branches above us birds sang gleeful ly. Before daybreak we, who had been permitted to sleep for a few hours, were aroused by the sentries, and. In the gray dawn, partook of a meager breakfast A fresh supply of ammuni tion was brought up and distributed among the men, and, before sunrise, we were In line, stripped for a hot day's work, eagerly awaiting orders. 1 can make no pretense at describ ing In any detail, or sequence, the memorable action at Monmouth Court House, but must content myself with depleting what little I saw upon the firing line of Maxwell’s brigade. We advanced slowly eastward over a gent ly rolling country, diversified by small groves. In advance was a thin line of skirmishers, and to left and right were Dickinson's and Wayne’s men, their muskets gleaming In the sun light. Early the rumor crept about among us that Lee had come up dur ing the night with fresh troops, and assumed command. Who led us was of but small conse quence, however, as there was now no doubt In any mind but what battle was Inevitable. Already to the south pchoed a sound of firing where Mor gan had uncovered a column of Dra goons. Then a courier from Dickin son dashed along our rear seeking Lee, scattering broadcast the welcome news that Knyphausen and his Hes sians, the van of the British move ment, were approaching. With a cheer of anticipation, the solders flung aside every article possible to discard, and pressed recklessly forward. Before we moved a mile my horse became so lame, I was obliged to dismount, and proceed on foot. Never have 1 experi enced a hotter sun, or a more sultry air. Rapid marching was Impossible, yet by nine o'clock we had passed the Freehold meeting house, and were halted In the protection of a consider able wood, the men dropping to the ground In the grateful shadow. Max well came along back of our line, his horse walking slowly, as the general mopped his streaming red face. He failed to recognize me among the oth ers until I stepped out Into the boiling sun, and spoke: "What Is that firing to the right. general? Are the Jersey militia tat no tion ?’’ He drew up bia borne with a Jerk. "That you, Lawrence? Can't tell anybody In thin shirtsleeve brigade. What’s become ot your horse?” "Gave out yesterday, sir. Have been on foot ever since. Is It going to be a light?" The grip of bis band tightened on the saddle pommel, his eyes following the Irregular line of exhausted men. "Tea, when Washington gets up; you need never doubt that We’d be at It now, but for Charles Lee. I'd like well to know what has come over that man of late—the old spirit seems to have left him. Aye I It’s Dickinson and Morgan out yonder,' wasting good powder and ball on a handful of Dra goons. Wayne has been ordered for ward, and then back, until he. Is too mad to swear, and I am but little bet ter. By the Eternal! you should have heard Lafayette, when be begged per mission to send us In. ‘Sir,’ said Lee, ‘you do not know British soldiers; we cannot stand against them; we shall certainly be driven back at first, and must be cautious.’ Returned tbe Frenchman; ‘It may be so, general; but British BOldlers have'been beaten, and may be again; at any rate I am disposed to make the trial.’ ” " ’Tls not like General Lee,” I broke In. “He has ever been a reck less fighter. Has the man lost bis wits?” Maxwell leaned over, so his words should not carry beyond my ear. “ ’Tls envy of Washington, to my mind,” be said soberly. “He has op posed every plan In council. Imagin ing, no doubt, a failure of campaign may make him the commander-ln-chlef. There comes a courier now.” The fellow was so streaked with duBt as to be scarcely recognizable, and he wiped the perspiration from bis eyes to stare Into our faces. "General Maxwell?" “Yes; what Is It?" "Compliments of General Lee, sir, and you will retire your troops toward tbe Freehold Meeting House, forming connection there with General Scott.” "Retreat! Good God, man I we haven't fired a shot.” "Those were the orders, sir. It that Scott, over yonder?" Maxwell nodded, too angered for words. Then, as tbe courier galloped away, turned In his saddle. “By heaven! I suppose we must do It, Lawrence. But what folly! What aslnlnlty! We’ve got the Redcoats hemmed In, and did you ever see a better field? Pray God I may hear Washington when he comes up. I’d “He Went by Me, Digging Hie Horse With His Spurs and Lying Close.” rather be dead then, than Charles Lee." We gave the orders, and the men (ell back sullenly, swearing fiercely as they caught the rebellious spirit of their officers. Scarcely able to breathe In the hot, stagnant air, caked with The Real Story Anciently there lived a certain man by the name of George, who was much pestered by a dragon. The dragon’s colors were never twice alike, and by that the creature got on George’s nerves in a particu lar manner. At length George fell to thinking, and the very next time he was asked what he would have he replied: “Never again!" Moreover, he stuck to It "St. George!" sniffed bis boon com panions Ironically. But posterity spoke of him without Irony, remembering only that be had, by the exercise of a superb courage, slain the dragon. Suiting the Question. The damage suit was on, and Bll dad's chauffeur was testifying for the plaintiff. “Now, you say," said the pompous lawyer for the defendant, “that at this point the two cars, traveling at the rate of 30 miles an hour, came to gether head on. Then what did you do?" The witness gazed wearily at his questioner. “Why,” he said, “1 turned to my wife, who was brushing the baby's hair in the tonneau, and I said that I font mad to the waist. wo attained tbo higher ground, and dropped helpless. Even from hero the enemy were In visible, although we could ,aee the smoke of their guns, and bear distant crackle of musketry. 1 sat up. star ing through the beat waves toward! the eminence on the left * where Wayne's men remained, showing dim ly against the trees. A group of horsoJ men were riding down the slope* heading toward our line. As they came Into the sandy plain below and skirted the morass, I recognized Lee In advance, mounted on a black horse flecked with foam. Twice he paused* gazing across the hills through leveled field glasses, and then rode up the steep ascent to our rear. Maxwell met him not twenty feet from where I lay. ♦"What does this mean, slrT” Lee thundered hoarsely. “Why are your men lying strewn about in this unsol dlerly manner. General Maxwell?" Are you unaware, sir, that we are In the presence of the enemy?" Maxwell's face fairly blazed, as he straightened In the saddle, but before his Ups could form an answer, a sud jien cheer burst out from the crest of the hill, and I saw men leaping to their feet, and waving tbelr hats. The next instant across the summit came Washington, a dozen officers clatter- 1 lng behind, his face stern-set and white, as he rode straight toward Lee. 1 “What is the meaning of this re treat, General Lee? My God, sir, how, do you account for such disorder and confusion?" he exclaimed, his voloei ringing above the uproar, his angry, eyes blazing Into Lee’s face. “Answer me.” I The other muttered some reply I failed to catch. “That’s not true,” returned Wash ington, every word stinging like a| whip. “It was merely a covering party, which attacked you. Why did you ao-j cept command, sir, unless you Intend-, ed to fight?” “I did not deem It prudent, Washington, to bring on a general en gagement." “You were to obey my orders, sir.; and you know what they were. Seel They are coming now I" J He wheeled his horse about, point-; lng with one hand across the valley. “Major Cain, have Oswald bring up his guns at once; Lieutenant McNeill, ride to Ramsey and Stewart; have their troops on the ridge within ten minutes—General Maxwell, these are your men?” "They are, sir." "Hold this line at any cost, the re serves will be up presently." As he drew his horse about he again came face to face with Lee, who sat! his saddle sullenly, his gaze 6n the, ground. Washington looked at him, a moment, evidently not knowing what' to say. Then he asked quietly: "Will you retain command on this height, <fr not, sir?" "It Is equal to me where I com mand." “Then I expect you will take proper means for checking the enemy.” "I shall not be the first to leave tho ground; your orders shall be obeyed."- What followed was but a medley of sight and sound. I saw Washington ride to the left; heard Lee give a hur ried order, or two; then I was at the rear of our own line strengthening It for assault There was little enough time left Under the smoke of several batter ies. whose shells were ripping open! the side of the bill, the British were' advancing In double line, the sun, gleaming on their bayonets, and re vealing the uniforms of different corps. "Steady, men! Steady!” voice after voice caught up the command. . "Hold your fire!" "Wait until they reach that fallen tree!" I added. (TO BE CONTINUED.) thought the dumplings must be done by this time—" “Bang!" interrupted the Judge's gavel. "Stenographer," said his honor, "strike that fool answer from the rec ord.” "And doesn’t the question go with It. Judge?" asked the witness meekly. “Sure!” said his honor, forgetting the dignity of his calling for the mo ment. —Harper's Weekly. No Use. Johnnie wao out walking with his nurse, who stopped with him to look at a funeral on his block. As the cof fin was carried down the stoop John nie asked, "What is that?” Nurse re plied, “That’s the box Mr. Brown Is in." When asked that night to say his prayers he refused to do so. After much coaxing and questioning he was prevailed upon to tell the reason of his refusal. “ ’Cause God won't have time to night to hear them, he'll be too busy unpacking Mr. Brown." ’’ Jealous. 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