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QIwLovb ivSXuihorofWHBN SYNOPSIS. The at a i Las Im flernt start the llr IMI fieer a I.a1y of th Nor eees 'Oioitpr In a !" dark a huge The girl shoots The owner of th Ma wife appear horsemen appro nan claiming; to proves to be Ml cffiior whom thi He orders the ar nd he la brougl th rcatena him w Veals the secret t Edith Brennan t "rennan He la who start to Wayne In dWula room, benea'h v if by l who ian, a Federal rirl recognises, fayne as a spy flnrrldan who nifay. while prisoned Mir lnor and bwrolv eacnne S -d Edith Brennan. rmoitr ays she will save him Be through the lines, they are Brennan. who Is knocked se blddlnv Edith adieu Way daah for liberty. He'er.coui hay reach the T,e camp with reinforcements to Join ronfronter By nseless. Then, ne makea a iters Bungay; and are aent Early. CHAPTER XXI. Continued. With the ardor of young manhood I looked forward to the coming battle, when I knew the mighty armies of North and South would once again contest for the fertile Shenandoah. It wag to be American pitted against American, a struggle ever worthy of the gods. Slowly 1 rode back down the files of my men. marking their alignment and accoutrements with practised eye, smiling grimly as I noted their eager faces, war-worn and bronzed by exposure, yet reanimated by hope of active service. As I watched them thus, I thought again of those many other faces who once rode as these men did now, but who had died for duty even as these also might yet be called upon to die. One hundred and three strong, gay In bright new uniforms, with unstained banner kissing the breeze above our proud young heads, we rode hopeful lj forth from Charlottesville scarce three years before, untried, undls , clpllned, unknown, to place our lives willingly upon the scared altar of our native State. What speechless years of horror .those had been; what hlav ... ... tory we Uad written with our naked Bteef; what scenes of Buffering and death lay along that bloody path wV travelled! To-day, down the same red road our eyes still et grimly to the northward, our flag , at torn and ragged remnant, barely forty men wore the "D" between the crossed sabres on 1 their slouched brown hats, In spite Of all recruiting. The cheer in my heart was for the Jiving; the tear In my eye was for the dead. "Colgate," I said giively, as I Tanged up beside him ail the rear of the troop, "the men loo .exceedingly well, and do not. appear ,to have suf fered greatly because of short ra tions." "Oh, the lads are always in fine fettle when they expect a fight," he answered, his own eyes' dancing as bs wept thetu over that ptraight line of backs in his front- "They'll scrap too better for being a bit hungry,--; makes them savage. Beats all. Cap tain, what foolish notions some of those people on the '-other side have of us Southerners.! They seem to think we are entirely different from themselves; yet ale any recruit I to show a finer lekon It would puz- officer up yonder kt of fighting men than those follow i ahead there." rode slowly f. (ward to my own position at the tea of the troop. As 1 swung my horse llto our accustomed position I was tooVdeeply burled in reflection to be clearly conscious of much that was occurring about uie. Suddenly, however, 1 became aware that some one, nearly obscured by the enveloping cloud of dust, was riding without the column.' In an Independ ence of military discipline not to be permitted. In the state of mind I was toen In this discovery strangely Ir ritated me. "Sergeant," I questioned Bharply, of the raw-boned trooper at the end of the first p atoon. "what fellow ta that riding out yonder?" "It's ther pesky little cuss as come in with ye yesterday, sir." be returned with a grin. "He's confiscat aomewhar an' says he's a s bum 'long o' we uns." Curious to learn how emerged from his arduous ai 1 spurred my borae alongsic The ll-."e man, bending dubiously, as if fearful of was riding bareback on a gf legged mule, which, Judging outward appearances, must some discarded asset of thi master's department.' "tilling borne, Jed?" I asl glanced up and saw trie. "Jist as duru quick as thar." he returned emphatic gum. Cap. I ain't bin way fr long as this afore in twe Reckon she thinks I've sked up with some other maij c 1 git back thar nlgbty sudd en's odd, Cap, durn nish muel back forward Story of A Gray Jacket WID3ERNE531 WAS KING ILLUSTRATIONS DTHTnlllcT. WILLI AMAUN 'bout some thing a Mo eyed bla mount "Durned If ever I astraddle o' any foil arln, he Raid, rabbit In sudden and palnfu the past "But I sorb yere muel down et the tew durn wore out a I'd git critter an' he's Ings fer you una ter ever move often a walk. sorter reckon It's a beap easier a alttln' yero than tcr take It afut all ther way ter ther . lounttngs." It was long after dark the second day when, thoroughly wearied, we tvrned Into an old tobacco field and made camp for the night To right and left of our posltlor glowed the cheery fires, telling where Early's command bivouacked in line of battle. From the low rang" of hills In front of where we rested one could look across an Intervening valley, and see far off to the northward the dim flames wLich marked the position of the enemy. Down in the mysterious darkness between, divided only by a swift and narrow stream, were the blue and gray pickets. The opposing forces were sleeping on their arms, making ready for the death grip on the morrow. As I lay there thinking, wondering what might be my fate before another nightfall, seeing constantly in my half dreams the fair face of a woman, which made me more of a coward than I had ever felt myself before, 1 was partially aroused by the droning tones of a voice close at hand. Lift ing myself on one elbow I glanced curiously around to see where it originated, what was occurring. Clus tered about a rouring fire of rails were a dozen troopers, and in the midst of them, occupying the post of '.oiior upon an empty powder keg, was Bungay, enthusiastically reciting Scott. I caught a line or two: " 'At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell. As all the fiends from he-ven tha fell Had pealed the battle-cry of bell.' " and then the drowsy Igod pressed down my heavy eyelidb, and I fell asleep. CHAPTER XXII. The Battle In the Shenandoah. To me it has always seemed re- markab . that after all my other bat tie experiences Antletam. Gettys burg, the Wilderness, ay! even In eluding that first fierce baptism of fire at Manassas no action In which I ever participated should remain so clearly photographed upon memcry as this last desperate struggle for su premacy in the Shenandoah. Every minute detail of the conflict, at least so far as I chanced to be a 1 ersonal participant, rises before me as I write, and I doubt not, I could trace to-day each step taken upon that stricken field. Thd reveille had not sounded when I first awoke and. rolling from my blanket, looked about me. Already a faint, dim line of gray, heralding th dawn, was growing clearly defined In the east, and making manifest those heavy fog-banks which, hanging dank and low, obscured the valley. The tired men of my troop were yet lying upon the ground, wrapped tightly in their blankets, oblivious of the deadly work before then); but I could bear the horses already moving uneasily at tbetr picket-ropes, and observed here and there the chilled figure of a sentry leaning upon his gun, oddly distorted In form by the enveloping mist Directly in advance of where we rested, a long hill sloped gently up ward for perhaps a hundred yards, It crest topped with a thick growth of young cak trees, yot seemingly devoid of underbrush. No troops were camped In our Immediate front, and feeling curious to ascertain something of our formation, as well as to ex amine the lay of the land between us and the position occupied by the enemy, I walked slowly forward, un hindered, until I attained the crest. The fog yet held the secrets of the valley safely locked within Its brown hand, and I could penetrate none of it i- mysteries It was life gazing oown from some headland Into a si lent., unvexed sea But directly across from where 1 stood, apparently along the summit of another chain hills similar to those we olc could perceive the flames of n camp-fires leaping up, into radiance, while agalns. the t ing sky a great flag lazily tla of low jpled. 1 iinerous sudden Its le. Evl- folds to the froshenlng brec dently our opponents were first astir, and the headquarters of botua dlvlalon of the enemy must be acrosa yonder. As I gazed, other fires burst forth to left and right, aa far na eye could carry thrcugt tbe the , and I twP. tlnctly ua. H: he must t r own forma rang out, tes of the 0 the service, as they atretched away commingled upon either band. We were evidently stationed close to the centre of our own position. The In tervening ground sloped so gently for ward, while the Mil crest was so t'.ilckly crowned with trees. It looked an ideal position from which to advance In line of attack. Upon my right there appeared a break In the solidity of our line, but even as I noted It, wondering at the oversight, the dense front of an Infantrv column boucbed from a ravine and, march ing steadily forward, filled the gap. I could distinctly mark the wearied manner in which the men composing It flung themselves prostrate on the hard ground the monjent they were baited doubtless all through the long hours of the black night they bad been tolling on to be In time. Aides were galloping furiously now among the scattered commands. The obscuring fog slowly rose from off the face of the valley, but all the central portion remained veiled from view. Suddenly, as I watched, the brown cloud beneath me was rent asunder here and there by little spits of fire, and It was curious to ob serve how those quick spiteful darts of flame swept the full length of my vista. I could distinguish no reports, it was too far away, but realized that the opposing plcketa had caught sight of each other through the gloom. Then a big gun boomed almost dlrect- On Foot and Dying ly opposite me, its flame seeming like a red-hot knife rending the mist. This had barely vanished when a 'sudden cheer rang out upon my left, and I turned in time to behold a thin, scat tered line of gray-clad Infantrymen swarm down the steep slope into the valley. With bats drawn low, and guns advanced, tbey plunged at a run into the misi and disappeared. Our i-m finishers had gone In; the ball had opened. I had tarried ong enough; any moment now might bring "boots and saddles," and If 1 possessed the slight er desire for a breakfast to flgbt on, it behooved me to get back within our Hues. The memory of that anl xated scene In front still fresh upon me, how quiet and commonplace ev erything appeared down there In the hills. "What has become of Bungay?" I questioned of Colgate, whe was lying upon his back witb eyes fastened on a floating cloud. "Do you mean the little mountaineer who came In with unjust night?" I nodded. "Oh, bis mute bolted at the first shot over yonder, and the little fellow Is after It. He's down the field there somewhere." How time dragged! The battery to U ft of vis went into action, and began f'.rlng rapidly; we could mark the black figures of the cannoneers at the outlined st, ae the iar. and laid d the fierce in d we id the drifting powder cloud. Tbe deepening roar of ceaseless con had moved westward down the T, when an aide wheeled bis Ing horse In front of the Colonel, spoke a dozen haaly worda, pointed impetuously to the left, and daahed off down the line. The men leaped to their feet In eager expectancy, and as the "Pall in, fall In there, lads," echoed Joyoualy from Hp to lip, the kindling eyea and rapid movements - oleed unmistakably the soldier spirit. We moved westward down the long, bare slop, In the sunshine, through a half-dozen deserted, desolate fields, and along a narrow, rocky defile lead ing Into a deep revlne. At the mouth of tie ravine we came forth Into the broad valley, and halted. Just in front of us, scarcely a half-mile dis tant, were the fighting lines, partially enveloped In dense smoke, out from which broke patches of blue or gray, as charge succeeded charge, or the wind swept aside the fog -of battle. The firing was one continuous crash, white plunging bullets, overreaching thelf mark, began to chug Into our own ranks, dealing death Impartially to horse and man. The captain of the troop next mine wheeled suddenly, a look of surprise upon his face, and fell backward into the arms of one of his men; with an intense scream of agony, almost human, the horse of my first sergeant reared and came over, crushing the rider before he ceuld loosen foot from stirrup; the Lieutenant-Colonel rode slowly past us to the rear, his face deathly white, one arm, drlpplrig blood, dangling helpless at his side. This was the hardest work of war, that silent agony which tried men in helpless bondage to unyielding discipline. I glanced anxiously along the front of my troop, but they re quired no word from me; with tightly set Hps, and pale, stern faces, they ueld their line steady as granite, clos ing up silently the ragged gaps torn by plunging balls. "Captain," sal Colgate, riding to where I sat my horse, "you will see that the paper I gave you reaches He Reached Our Front. home this?' Rate If I fall to come out of I reached over and gripped his hand Lard. "It will be the first thing I shall remember, Jack," I answered earnest ly. "But we may have it easy enough after all It seems to be an Infantry affair." He shook his head gravely. "No," he said, pointing forward, "they will need us now." Aa he spoke It seemed as though the sharp firing upon both sides sud denly ceased by mutual consent. The ti .tible roar of small arms, which had mingled witb the continuous thunder o. great guns, died away Into an In termittent rattling of musketry, and as the heavy smoke slowly drifted up ward In a great white cloud, we could plainly diut.t-gulsh the advancing Federal lines, three ranks deep, stretching to left and right In one vast, impenetrable blue wall, sweep ing toward us upon a run. Where but a brief moment belore the plain ap peared deserted. It wa9 uow falny alive with soldiery, the sun gleaming on fixed bayonets, and faces aglow witb the ardor of surprise. Some one bad blundered! The thin, unsup ported line of gray Infantry directly in oui ranks stay tl mlng closed tin battel od wrate effort to d see them Jani tor volley fire, their muskets ith clash d ili clash and clatter that er sounds, a battery of :aine flying madly past -9 on the run, lashed his wild rider. With I (shoo tannins' at ovrv I taked, smoke-begrimed Sing to tb3lr seats like danhed recklessly lor lout Into position, and be muzzles had been ed, were hurling blue, victorious e gallant fellows leaping into air worked! at each discharge, their movements clock work! Tense, caget, expectant, every hand among us hari gripped on sabre hilt, we waited that word which sure ly couli not be delayed, while from end to end, down the full length of our straining line, rang out the yell of exultant pride. "Steady, men; steady there, ladat" called the old Colonel, sternly, bla on eyes filled with tears. "Our turn will come." Torn, rent, shattered, bleeding, treading upon the dead and mangled In rowa, those Iron men In blue came on. They were aa demona laughing at death. No rain of lead, no hall of canister, no certainty of destruction could check now the fierce Impetus of that forward rush. God knows It wns magnlficqnt: the supreme effort of men Intoxicated with the enthusi asm of warl Even where we were we could see and feel the giant power In those grim ranks of steel the tat tered flaas. the stern, set faces, the )-toned cborua of "Glory, glory. hallelujah," that echoed to their tread. Those men meant to win or die, and they rolled on as Cromwell's Iron sides at Marston Moor. Twice they staggered, when the mad volleys ploughed ragged red lanes through them, but only to rally and press sternly on. They struck that crouch ing gray line of Infantry, fairly burled It with their dense blue folds, and, with one fierce hurrah of triumph, closed down upon the guns. Even as they blotted them from Bight, an aide. hatless and bleeding, his horse wounded and staggering from weak ness, tore down toward us ilong the crest. A hundred feet away hla mount fell headlong, but on foot and dying he reached our front Colonel Carter," he panted, press ing one hand upon his breast to keep back the welling blood, "charge, and hold that battery until we can bring Infantry to your support." No man among us doubted the "nil meaning of It we were to save the army! The very horses seemed tc feel a sense of relief, hands cilncht. mure tightly on taut reins to hold them in check; under the old battered hats the eyes of the troopers gleamed hungrily. "Virginians!" and the old Colonel's voice rang like a clarion down the breathless line, "there Is where you die! Follow me!" Slowly, like some mighty mountain torrent gaining force, we rode forth .' a walk, each trooper lined to pre cislon of review, yet Instinctively tak ing distance for sword play. Halfway down the slight slope our line broke Into a soar.) trot, then, as the thrilling cotes of the charge sounded above us, we swept forward in wild. Impetuous tumult Who can tell tho story of those seconds that so swiftly followed? Surely not one who saw but tbe vivid flash of steel, the agonized faces, the flame of belching fire. 1 recall tbe frenzied leap of my horse as we 'truck tbe line ere It could form Into square; the blows dealt savagely to right and left; the blaze of a volley jcorchlng our faces, the look of the big Infantryman I rode down; tbe sudden thrust that sa''ed me from a levelled gun; the quick swerving of our horses as they came In contact with the cannon; the shouts of rage; the blows; tbe screams of pain; the white face of Colgate as he reeled an. fell. These are all In my mem ory, blurred, commingled, indistluct, yet distressful as any nightmare. In some way, how I know not, I realized that we had burled them back, shat tered them by our first fierce blow; that the gunB were once again ours; that fifty dismounted troopers were tugging desperately at their wheels. Then that dense blue mass surged forward once again, engulfed us in its deadly folds, and with steel and bullet, sword and clubbed musket, ploughed through our broken ranks, rending "us in twain, fairly smothering in. by sbeer force of numbers. 1 saw t. o old Colonel plunge bead-down Into .1 i ruck beneath the horses' feet; the Major riding stone dead in his saddle, a ghastly red stain in the centre of his forehead; then Hunter, of E, went down screaming, and I knew I was the Benior captain left About me scarce a hundred men bat tled like demons for thoir lives In the midst of tbe guns. Even as 1 glanced aide at them, shielding my bead with uplifted sabre from the blows rained upon me. the color-sergeant llun, up his hand, and grasped his saddle pom mel to keep from falling Out of his i pening fingers I snatched the splin tered s.nti. lifted It high up, until the rent folds of the old flag caught tbe dull glow of the sunlight tb Virginia!" I shouted. "Rally o the colors!" I could see them coming all that was left of them flchting their way through the press, cleaving the mass with their blows as tbe prow of a skip cut the bea. With one vicious jab of the spur I led them, a thiu wtdge of tempeied gray steel, batter ing, gouging, rending a passage Into that solid blue wail. Inch by Inch, foot by foot, yard by yard, slashing madly with our broken sabres, battling as men crazed with lust of blood, our very horses fighting for us with teeth and hoofs, we ploughed a lane of death through a dozen riles. Then tbe vast tuasB closed in upon ua, roiled completely over us. Thero wa a flash, a vision of frenzied faces, and I knew no more. (TO BE CONTINUED.) An Inspiration, "Professor McMuddle is very in genious in twisting things around to il)utrate his theories. Is be not?" "Yes. I believe be proposes to take tbe fact of the champagne troubles In France nearly overturning tbe gov eminent, to illustrate the curae oi drink." Knees Became Stiff Five Years ef Severe Rheumatism The cure of Henry J. Goldstein. 14 Barton Street. Boston, Mass., is another victory for Mood's Snrsaparilla. This great medicine (in succeeded in many esse where others hove utterly failed. Mr. Golilstein says: "I Buffered from rheuma tism five years, it kept me from business and caused excruciating pain. My knees would become as stiff aa steel. I triad many medirinea without relief, then took Hood's Sarsaparilla, toon felt much better, and now consider myself entirely cured. I recommend Hood's' Get it today in usual liquid form or chocolated tablets called Baraatabe. W. N. U., Oklahoma City, No. 1, 1912. METHOD OF KEEPING YOUNG Remarkably Sound Advice for the Woman Who Has Borne Year of Life to Her Credit. The way to ward off old age Is not to fear It, not to allow one's self to be oppressed by the dread of advanc ing years. Use only legitimate pre ventives and avoid trying expermlenta with preparations not indorsed by physicians. Do not wear tollettea In tended for young girls, they only add years to the appearance. Keep up your interest in the young, but do not envy them. Retire with dignity from the struggle, do not pose as your daughter's rival. Above all, surround your life with sweet, true affections' which prevent the heart from growing bitter. Do not lose interest in the growing events of the day; do not fall behind the times and do not harp on other and better days. To those who come to you for advice be always kind and sympathetic. As you advance In years preserve carefully your personal appearance, for once lost It may not be regained, save by strenuous effort Your costumes should be simple and unpretentious, yet graoeful. These rules, carefully and sensibly followed, will keep you young and attractive. Exchange. IN HASTE, TOO. "I fought yous spld yous kin licit me wld yer hands tied behind yer back?" "I I can! I'm J Just goln' now) to get a string to tie 'em!" Too Bad. "I never see you at) church, Mrs. Whipple." t "No. I'm afraid the services would be trying on Fido's nerves, and when I leave him at home the poor dear gets positively frantic. Ah, Sherlockl "I see where a poor fellow drown ed. I wonder how that happened." "Perhaps he sank." It's never too late to " lend. TIED DOWN. 80 Years' Slavery How She Got Free dom. 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