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STORY My Lady of Doubt By Randall Parrish Author of "Loom Under Firm," "My Lady of thm North* * and othmr mtorimm ILLUSTRATIONS BY HENRY THIEDE Copjrrlgtit. A. C. McClurv & Co.. 1811. 16 SYNOPSIS. Major I.awrence. son of Judge Law rence of Virginia, whose wife was a Lee, Ih sent on a perilous mission by Gen. Washington. Just after the winter at Val ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni form Lawrence arrives within the enemy’s lines. The Major attends a great fete «nd saves the “Lady of the Blended Rose” from mob. He later meets the girl nf'tt brilliant ball. Trouble Is started over a wait/., and Lawrence 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 Iberty. swimming u river following a nar row escape. The Major arrives at the .Shop of a blacksmith, who la friendly, and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black smith shop In vain for the spy. Law rence Joins the minute men Grant and his train are captured by the minute men. Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian and two white men. who lock him In a strong cell. Peter advises not to attempt to escape ns “some one Would send for him. Grant’s appearance adds mystery to the combination of cir cumstances. Lawrence again meets the . Lady of the Blended Rose, who Informs him that he Is In her house: and that she [was In command of the party that cap tured him. The captive Is thrust Into a dark underground chamber when Captain Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out. Lawrence rinds the place deserted. Evidence of a battle nnd a dead man across the thres hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the of the Blended Rose, finds his home In ruins. Capt. Grant Insists that Lawrence jbo strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap pears. explains the mystery and Law rence Is held a prisoner of war. Law rence escapes through plans arranged by the Lady and sees Grant attack Miss Mortimer. Grant Is knocked out by Law rence. who comes to Miss Mortimer’s re lief and then makes his escape. Captain 'Grant's base villainy revealed Lawrence returns to Valley Forge, where learns more of Grant’s perfidy. Washington forces Clinton to battle and Lawrer.ce gets trace of Eric Mortimer. The battle of ( Monmouth. CHAPTER XXV.—Continued. Kvery man of us had a gun. officers, nil. Coatless ns though we came from the haytng Held, the perspiration ’Streaming down our faces, we waited. IThe rifle barrels glowed brown In the sun. as the keen eyes took careful sight. We were but a hnndful, a single thin line; If the reserves failed we would be driven back by mere force of numbers, yet before we went that slope should be Btrewn with dead. Crashing up from the rear came Os wald with two guns, wheeling lntp position, the depressed muzzles spout ing destruction. Yet those red and blue lines came on; great openings were ploughed through them, but the living mass closed up. They were at the fallen tree, beyond, when wo poured our volleys Into their very faces. We saw them waver as that storm of leud struck; the center seemed to give way, leaving behind a ridge of motionless bodies; then it surged forwnrd again, led by a wav ing flag, urged on by gesticulating of ficers. “The cavalry! The cavalry!" They were coming around the end of the morass, charging full tilt upon the right of our line. I saw that end crumble up, and. a moment later, scarcely realizing what had occurred we were rucing backward, firing as we ran. nnd stumbling over dead bodies. Maxwell rallied us beyond the causeway, swearing manfully as he drove us Into position bobind a low stone wall. Again and again they charged us. the artillery fire shatter ing the wall Into fragments. Twice we came to bayonets and clubbed guns, battling hand to hand, and Wayne was forced so far back upon the left, that we were driven Into the edge of the wood for protection. But there we held, our front a blaze of fire. It seemed to mo the horror of that struggle would never end. Such heat, such thirst, the black powder smoko In our nostrils, the dead under foot, (he cries of the wounded, the Incessant roar of the guns. Again and again It was hand to hand; I could scarcely tell who faced us, so fierce the melee, so suffocating the smoke; 51 caught glimpses of British Grena diers, of Hessians, of Queen's Rangers. Once I thought I heard Grant’s nasal voice amid the Infernal uproar. Stew art and Ramsey came to our sup port; Oswald got his guns upon an eminence, opening a deadly fire; I.Jt- Ingston's regiment charged, and. with • cheer, we leaped forward also, mod with the battle fever, and flung them back, back down that deadly slope. It was not In flesh and blood to stand; we cut the center like a wedge, and drove tbem pell-mell to where Lee had been In the morning. Here they rallied, flanked by thick woods and morasses. Too exhausted to follow, our men sank breathless to the ground. It was already sunset, and our work done. The artillery still already, and I could see long lines of troops— Poor’s and the Carolina brigade—mov ing to the right. Night came on, however, without more fighting, and, as soon as we had recovered suffi ciently. we devoted ourselves to the care of the wounded. CHAPTER XXVI. The Road to Philadelphia. It must have been 10 o’clock, and, If I bad slept at all, I was scarcely conscious of It. All about me the men lay outstretched upon the ground, still In their shirt-sleeves, as they had fought, their guns beside them. The night was clear and hot, scarcely a breath of air moving. Here and there against the sky-line passed the dark silhouette of a sentinel. There was no sound of firing only an occasional footfall to break the silence of the night. The wounded had been taken to the field hospitals at the rear; down In our front lay the bodies of the dead, and among those shone the dim lights of lanterns where the last searching parties were yet busy at their grewsome task. I was weary enough to sleep, every muscle of my body aching with fatigue, but the ex citement of the day. the possibility of the morrow, left me restless. I bad received no wound, other than a slight thrust with a bayonet, yet felt as though pummelled from head to foot. The victory was ours—the army real ised this truth clearly enough; we had repulsed the red-coats, driven them back with terrible losses; we had seen their lines shrivel up under our fire, officers and men falling, and the rem nant fleeing In disorder. It meant nothing now that a force outnumber ing us yet remained Intact, and In strong position. Flushed with victory, knowing now we could meet the best of them, we longed for the morrow to dawn so we might complete the task. 1 reviewed the vivid Incidents of the day, looking up at the stars, and wondered who among those I knew were yet living, who were dead. I thought of others In those lines of the enemy, whom I had known, speculat ing on their fate. Then along our rear came a horseman or two, riding slowly. A sentry halted them, and I arose on one elbow to listen. "Lawrence? Yes, sir, Major Law rence Is lying over there by the scrub oak." 1 got to my feet, as the first rider approached. ’’This you. Lawrence?" asked a voice I Instantly recognized as Ham ilton’s. "You fellows all look alike tonight. Where Is your horse, major?" “I have been on foot all day, sir," I answered saluting. "Ah, Indeed; well, you will have need for a horse tonight. Waln wrlght," turning to the man with him, "Is your mount fresh?” "Appenrs to be. sir; belonged to a British dragoon this morning.” “Let Major Lawrence have him. Major, ride with me.” We passed back slowly enough to ward the rear of the troops, through the field hospitals, and along the edge of a wood, where a battery of artillery Wo Were but a Handful—a Single Thin Line. was encamped. We rode boot to boot, and Hamilton spoke earnestly. “The battle Is practically won, Law rence, In spite of Charles Lee," he said soberly. "Of course there will be fighting tomorrow, but we shall have the red-coats well penned In before daybreak, and have nlready captured ammunition enough to make us easy on that score. Poor, and the Carolina men, are over yonder, while Woodford is moving his command to the left. At dawn we’ll crush Clinton Into frag ments. Washington wants to send a despatch through to Arnold In Phila delphia. and I recommended you, as you know the road. He remembered your service before, and was kind enough to say you were the very man. You'll go gladly?" "I should prefer to lead my own men tomorrow, sir." "Pshaw! I doubt if we have more than a skirmish. Sir Henry will see his predicament fast enough. Then there will be nothing left to do, but guard prisoners." “Very Well, colonel; I am ready to serve wherever needed." "Of course you are, man. There should not be much danger connected with this trip, although there will be stragglers in plenty. I'm told that Clinton lost more than three hundred deserters crossing Camden.” Headquarters were in a single roomed cabin at the edge of a ravine. A squad of cavalrymen were in front, their horses tied to a rail fence, but within Washington was alone, except for a single aide, writing at a rude table In the light of a half-dozen candles. He glanced up, greeting us with a slight inclination of the bead. “A moment, gentlemen.” He wrote slowly, as though framing his sentences with care, occasionally questioning the aide. Once he paused, and glanced across at Hamilton. "Colonel, do you know a dragoon named Mortimer?" "I have no recollection of ever hav ing met the man. sir. I have written him orders, however; he is a scout at tached to General Lee’s headquar ters.” "?es; 1 recall the name. He is the one who brought us our first definite information this morning of Clinton’s position. I remember now, you were not with me when he rode up— young, slender lad, with the face of a girl. I could but notice his eyes; they were as soft and blue as violets! Well, an hour ago he came here for a favor; it seems the boy is a son of Colonel Mortimer, of the queen's rangers.” "Indeed; Wayne reported the colo nel killed In front of his lines." “Not killed, but seriously wounded. The son asked permission to take him home to a place called Elmhurst near Laurel Hill.” “I know the plantation, sir," 1 said, my Interest causing me to interrupt. "It Is on the Medford road.” “Ah, you have met the lad, possibly, major,” and he turned his face to ward me. “The boy interested me greatly.” "No. sir; I endeavored to find him at I.ee’B headquarters, but failed. I have met bis father and sister." "A lovely girl, no doubt” “To my mind. yes. sir.” His grave face lighted with a sud den smile. "I sometimes Imagine, Colonel Ham ilton." ho said quietly, “that this un happy war might be very pleasantly concluded if we could only turn our young officers over to the ladles of the enemy. Would such a plan meet with your approval, major?” “I should prefer it to the present method." “No doubt, and Mistress Mortimer? —But let that pass, until we hold council of war upon the subject. Just now we shall have to be content with the more ordinary plans of campaign. 1 gave the boy permission to remove his fatber, and they are upon the road ere this. I would that all the British wounded had homes close at hand. You have Informed the major of bis mission. I presume, Hamilton, and there is nothing I need add.” “He understands clearly, sir.” “Then I will complete the letter. Be seated, gentlemen." He wrote for several minutes stead ily. once pausing to consult a map. signed the paper, and enclosed It In another sheet, across which he scratched a line of address. "You will deliver this to General Arnold in person, major; do not spare horse-flesh. You were in the action today?" “With Maxwell’s brigade.” “That was a hard fight along the stone wall; you came out unhurt?” "A slight bayonet wound, sir; noth ing to incapacitate me from duty.” "Very well; take ten dragoons as escort. Hamilton will write you an order. I have told Arnold our victory Is practically complete. Clinton may slip away In the night, for he is a wily old fox, but he has lost his pow er to injure us In the Jerseys. I hope to bottle him up before morning, so that any retreat will be impossible, but even if he succeeds In getting his army to the transports at Sandy Hook, he has lost prestige, and the victory is ours. Good-bye, major, and the Lord guard you on your Journey." Ten minutes later, mounted on a rangy sorrel, my dragoon escort trot ting behind, I rode south on the Plalnsboro road, as swiftly ns Its ter rible condition would warrant. The evidences of war, the wreck age of battle, were everywhere. Sev eral times we were compelled to leap the stone walls to permit the passage of marching troops being hurried to some new position; several batteries passed us, rumbling grimly through the night, and a squadron of horse galloped by, the troopers greeting us with shouts of Inquiry. We took to the fields, but. as there seemed no end to tho procession, I turned my hone's head eastward, con fident we were already beyond the British rear-guard, and struck out across country for another north and south road. We advanced now at a swift trot, the sound of our .hones’ hoors on the soft turf almost the only noise, and, within an hour, came again to parallel fences, and a well travelled road. This was the road running a mile, or so, to the west of Elmhurst It led as straight as any, toward Phila delphia. but whatever stragglen the British army had left behind would be found along here. However, they would probably be scattered fugitives, unwilling to Interfere with as strong an armed party as this of mine. If 1 was alone It would be safer to turn aside. Then, it was a strong tempta tion to me to pass thus close to Elm hurst. It would be after daylight when we reached there; I might even get a glimpse across the apple orchard of the great white bouse. Would Claire be there? It seemed to me quite prob able, as Eric was taking the wounded colonel home for nursing. The girl's face rose before me against the black night, and my heart beat fast. When “Pardon Me, Sirs, but There Are Horsemen Ahead.” I camo back. I would ride to Elm hurst—surely she would be there then. The sergeant touched my arm. "Pardon me, sir, but there are horse men ahead.” “Indeed? I was lost In thought. Conroy. Coming this way?” "No. sir. they seem to be traveling south slowly. I noticed them first as we turned the corner back there; I could see outlines against the sky." "How large a party? They form merely a lumping shadow to my eyes.” “Not more than three or four, sir, with a covered rig of some kind. They’re halted, now; heard us coming, I reckon." I could perceive the little group, but merely as a black smudge. Then a mounted figure seemed to detach It self from the darkness, and advance toward us. “Halt your men, sergeant,” I said quietly. "I’ll ride forward and learn what the fellow wants.” CHAPTER XXVII. The Escort. The figure of the man approaching was hardly distinguishable, as he ap peared to be leaning well forward over the saddle pommel, yet my eyes caught the glimmer of a star along a pistol barrel, and I drew up cautious ly, loosening my own weapon. “Who comes?” he questioned short ly, the low voice vibrant. “Speak quick!” "An officer with dispatches," 1 an swered promptly, “riding to Philadel phia—and you?” Another Brand He suddenly put His band In bis waistcoat pocket and drew out three broken cigars. Then be looked at bis best girl with a forgiving smile. "Flor de King Alfonsos." be airily said. "Fifty dollars a hundred. But who cares 7” “Let me see them." said the girl. Sbe Inspected the fragments close ly. “Yes,” sbe quietly announced, "that's the kind papa always buys when he’s running for office. 1 know the odor. Five dollars a thousand. Somebody has fooled you, Ueorge.” Sbe was a wise girl and sbe did not smile. Herodotus a Muckraker. Such as believe the tales of the Egyptians credible are free to accept them for bisto.ry. For my own part, I proposa to myself throughout my whole work faithfully to record the traditions of the several nations. The Egyptians maintain that Ceres and Bacchus preside in the realms below. They were also the first to broach the opinion that the soul of man Is Im mortal, and that when the body dies It enters Into the form of an animal which lr born at the moment, thence passing on from one animal Into an other until It has circled through the forms of all the creatures which tenant the earth, the water ,and the air; after which It enters again a human frame, j “We are taking a wounded man borne," was the reply, the speaker rid ing forward. “Are you Continental T" "Yes. Major Lawrence, of Max well's Brigade." “Oh!" the exclamation was halt smothered, the rider drawing up his horse quickly. I could distinguish the .outline of his form now, the straight, slender figure of a boy. wearing the tight jacket of a dragoon, the face shadowed by a broad hat brim. "Unless I mistake," I ventured cor dially, "you must be Eric Mortimer." "Why do you suppose that?” "Because while at Genera! Washing ton’s headquarters he mentioned that you had asked permission to take your father—Colonel Mortimer, of the Queen's Rangers—to his home at Elm hurst You left, as I understand, an hour or two ahead of us. Am I right?” "Yes, sir; this Is Colonel Mortimer’s party.” “Then we will pass on without de taining you longer, as we ride In haste. I met your father once; may 1 ask If bis wound Is serious?” "Serious, yes, but not mortal; be was shot In the right side when Monk ton fell. His horse was hit at the same time, and the animal's death struggles nearly killed his rider. The surgeon says he may be lame for life.” I reached out my band, and with Just an Instant's hesitation, be return ed the clasp warmly. “My father Is suffering too much for me to ask that you speak to him. Major Lawrence," he said a little stiff ly. "Perhaps later, at Elmhurst —” "I understand perfectly,” I Interrupt ed. “I am very glad to have met you. We shall ride within a short distance of Elmhurst. Shalt I leave word there that you are coming?" “Ob, no," quickly, his horse taking a step backward, as though to a sud den tug of the rein. “That would be useless, as there Is no one there." "Indeed! I thought possibly your sister " The lad shook his head, glancing to ward the carriage. The slight motion made me think again of the wounded man we were detaining, and remind ing me as well of my own duty. "Then good-night, sir. Sergeant, we will trot on." The lad touched my sleeve, even as I pricked my horse with the spur, and I drew the rein taut In surprise. “What is It?” "Could you send your men forward, and ride with me a moment? You could catch up with them easily with in a mile or two. I —l have a word I wish to say to you—alone. The voice was low, tremulous; the request one I saw no reason to re fuse. "Why, certainly. Sergeant, take your men down the road at an easy trot. 1 will Join you presently." They went by us like shadows, leav ing a cloud of dust behind. The boy spoke a brief word to those In charge of the carriage, and It also began to move slowly forward. “We will go ahead.” he said, suiting the action to the word. “What 1 wish to say will not take long." Within a minute, riding side by side, our horses walking rapidly, we were out of sight of the lumping shadow of the ambulance. I glanced aside curi ously at my companion, noting the outlines of his slender, erect figure, wondering vaguely what his message could be. Had Claire spoken to him of me? Was he going to tell me about his sister? We must have ridden a quarter of a mile before he broke the silence. (TO BE CONTINUED.) and Is born anew. The whole period of the transmigration Is (they say) three thousand years. There are Greek writers—some of an earlier, some of a later date —who have bor rowed this doctrine from the Egypti ans and put It forward as their own. I could mention their names, but I ab stain from doing so.—Herodotus. What Life Is. Nothing Is of real value In tho world except people. Never hurt a person by a wrong thought, or by word, or by act. Never hurt each other. Then go on a big discovering expedition and And each other. Never say, "That person has nothing In him,” for that only means that you haven’t found It yet. Then, last of all, never think you are the only person. You are Just a part of “each other.’' You are not somebody and the rest of us every body else. We are each other. Life Is each-otherness, not everybody- else ness. —St. Nicholas. For Bone-Setters. •A recently Invented aluminum appa ratus makes the most minute details of a fracture distinctly visible. Alum inum Is no more an obstacle to the X-rays than clear glass is to the sight As the metal Is transparent to the rays the operating surgeon can exam ine the fracture without haste or dif ficulty, closing his apparatus only when every fragment has been put In place.