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Dorothy; A Love Story of the By LaFctiwtte' McLatvs Written " nr u/k* Swnnsr South (Copyright, 1902.) D vide like sin and make my pistol blaze," George an swered .when I asked what he would do if he should happen to fall into the hands of the enemy. Then ;he added: "But don't you worry about me. Pick, you look out for Dorothy and Aunt Caittle. You are too young to go to war, but a southern boy is never too young to take care of the women of his family. Then he rode off to join his regiment and left Porntihv and Aunt Catherine weeping und me. sulking. It seemed pret- tv hard liitek to be left behind morel) be en, -el wuts only .12 years old, when ! was as eager to be a soldier and fight for my country and my principles as any of the men who marched to the front. George's letters were infrequent and short. lust a few lines scribbled before after each battle. When we had oows of the second Shiloh he was wound- ‘ t and in prison. .Dorothy and I set out. Ten days after the battle, as we ap proached Jhe , amp of the victorious army The boom of heavy artillery came across ihe hills Dorothy leaned forward and struck* h,r horse. 1 wondered If another brittle were on and knew the same bought was'in her mind. The n ice she set was hard but our ride ws short. Cnder a mile we jerked our h ‘rses back on their haunches, stopped bv the sharp •Unit" of a picket. I showed <ulr passes and the soldier directed us to General Grant's headquarters for the day lonelv old farm house on the brow of n bill about a m-arter of a mile from the ‘Tfter some little delay a guard led us Jn * 1 knew at once it was Grant himself, a thick-set man with a heavy brown heard in a faded blue uniform. He was seated 1"' a table in the middle of the room while a tall man with his back to- ward’the door stood scrutinizing some p.a- o,-rs spread on the table between them. Dorothy stepped into the room and I followed her. • The ladv. sir.” the guard announced, and General Grant looked up. then rose tn j.e. ,jv,>t. The tall man turned, and the light of recognition flashed into the eves of Hack Kellogg: my brother's class male and chum at West Point, who had visited us the summer before tin war broke out Wln-n be saw Dorothy, Ins face flushed and he started forward. '..|v, r ,tiiv'" he exclaimed. Dorotl.v's face was like chiseled marble, and she greeted him with a cold bow, "•We have met before. Captain Kellogg." (Women have quick eyes. We hadn t been in that room half a minute, yet she had noticed the change in his rank). Bor ing- courteously to the older man. she sahl' “General Grant, my brother is among voiir prisoners of war taken at Shiloh, He was seriously wounded, and may now be dying or dead—" "The letter yon bring me is from an classmate, a comrade of whom I was fond." tile general said, kindly giv- her an opportunity to control her feelings. "My uncle." “Then you must give me the pleasure of shaking hands with you. Though your uncle and T do not always agree in our opinions, we are still friends, and I shall be glad to serve his niece in any way that lies in my power.” His cordial handshake and the sincerity of his ton ? brought the color back into Dorothy’s cheeks and steadied her voice, as she thanked him. and added: “I wish permission for myself and my Younger brother, Richard, to see our brother. Colonel Fletcher.” Then she turned and introduced me. I had all a southern boy's dislike for a blue uniform, but there was something in Grant's eyes and the manner in which he ext *nded his hand that made me glad to take the latter. He showed neither pa tronage nor surprise at my youth, but greeted me simply as one gentleman might, greet another. As h; handed our pass to Dorothy, he said: “As you wish to see ) l our brother imme diately. Miss Fletcher. Captain Kellogg ■et as your guide." did not see Grant again during the ten days that we worked for G urge's exchange. But on every visit to the pris on we met Jack Kellogg. He did all in his power to help us, but not once did Dorthy unbend or treat him with any- hing but -chilling courtesy. The night we away Kellogg rode with old ins rill We ook G -orge several miles. They seemed to for- >t the difference in their uniforms and > cling to each other as they had done iring their life tit West Point. Th're as to bo a battle the next day and. lough no mention was made of it. we all new that Kellogg would be in the thick ' tlie fight. Toward the last he rode head with Dorothy, and I dropped b?- ind with the ambulance. “Will you go to Millview, Dorothy?” heard him ask. naming the plantation here he had visited ns. “Yes," she answered. "It is much cool- . and George's wound will heal much lore quickly th re than in Augusta.” “This moonlight reminds me of my last ight in Millview. Do you remember, ►orothy ?” if she heard she mtvde no answer and fter a little I saw him lean toward her nd place his hand over her's as it rested gainst the saddle. can never forget the promise you me that night. I will always hope Cured Of PSIes. Mrs. Hinkley, Indianapolis, writes: 'The doctor said it must be an operation osting SSOO and little chance to survive. chose Pyramid Pile Cure and one 50- :ent box made me sound and well.” U1 druggists sell it. It never fails to ore any form of piles, try It. Book on Piles: ’Cause and Cure." free by mail. »vrnmid Drug Company, Marshall, Mich. Civil War that when this war is over, when things are settled, and— You still love me a little, do you not, Dorothy?” She turned her face toward him. the moonlight shining full upon it, and I think 1 never saw her look more beau tiful. She smiled, and her voice was as calm and sweet as though she answered th > most eommonplaiee question. "No. I do not. 1 am a daughter of the south, and we do not lo\e her ene mies.” When George's wound healed he joined the army in northern Virginia. Dorothy became an angel of the Wayside homes. Aunt Cattie continued to manage the affairs of the plantations, and I, at the beck and cadi of 'both, did all that lay in my power toward supplying the need* another mark, and the horror of what might have happened was wringing his soul. It was two hours past midnight when we reached the capitol, but President Lincoln was expecting the dispatches that Jack bore and sat up waiting. Colonel Kellogg insisted on taking his prisoners of war tothe president without delay. It was a hold deedl, but I had come to know that Colonel Kellogg was accus tomed to doing bold deeds. We found with the president his secretan*' of war, and I saw a frown or displeasure suc ceed th .? Hash of surprise that shone on Stanton’s face when we appeared. Jack stated the situation just as it was keeping back nothing, and at the mention of his own and George’s graduation and the latter's subsequent joining the con- " Will you at the end of the mar promise to give Colonel Kellogg his one chance of Lifer ’ of the men in the field. Then news came of George. wounded and in prison. Doro thy and 1 again took to the saddle. Exchange of prisoners was not as easy as it had been, and George's rank and the fact that he was a West Point gradu ate who had resigned within a year to join the confederacy told against him. We tried every way for his exchange until our only hope -was in an appeal to the presi dent. We were warned that it would be impossible to secure a pass across tli' lines, but Dorothy persisted, until we were stopped and ordered back. It was a drearv night on which we turned our horses' heads south. Every thing was frozen up. Clouds wer' scud ding alcross the moon and piling up in the east as it prepared for a great snow storm. The soldier detailed to act as our escort through the picket lines was in clined to be talkative, but be got no en couragement from Dorothy or me. A\ e were returning defeated and thoroughly disheartened. At last we came to the road 1'.ailing to Washington. There it lay. broad and straight in the moonlielir. at d -we were to turn onr horses' heads In the other direction. T looked up and met Dorothy's eyes. The expression which I read on her face startled mthough for an instant T did not understand. She gave the signal "follow me." and before T had time to draw breath, her horse was on a dead run straight down the road toward Washington. Our guard emptied his pistol so quickly that the fiv' succeeding shots sounded like the echoes of the first. They whis tled dangerously near me. but flew wild of Dorothy. There were shouts and calls and other pistol shots from pickets, but still we swept on, our hors 's’ hoofheats ringing sharp and clear on the cold night Then came other hoofheats. and. as the moon burst from under the cloud. T saw two horsemen galloping down a side road from the camp. T drew out my pistol and dug my spurs into my horse. Dorothy was going like the wind, fully 50 yards ahead. Th? moon was covered again anil we galloped on in the shadow, the hoof- beats behind me growing more distinct. The moon came out, I turned in my sad dle. took aim and streams of flame leaped from my pistol until every ohamb'r was empty. The weapons of the men who pursued us were as busy, and I felt a sharp stitch in my side, then I knew that my hat was cut. but there was no slack In Dorothy's pace and T drew a deep br?ath and thanked God. Again we rode in darkness, and T took out my last pistol and made ready. X knew the two riding behind had the ad vantage, since they might take long and sure aim. They rod 1 facing ns while T hail to turn In my saddle and tire almost wild. \Yo were going up hill, and X used my spurs cruelly hoping to gain some little on the more heavily burdened horses of our pursuers. The clouds passed and X saw Dorothy as a silhouette on the top of the hill. A pistol shot rang out. and I turned in my saddle, answering to the last ball in my weapon. The horse in the lead staggered, hutched forward and fell on its head. I reached the top of the hill. Dorothy was well down the slope, still holding her pace. I knew the piece of horseflesh she rode. She had raised it from a colt, and it would go at her urging as long ns there was breath In its body, but my own beast was weakening, and I knew if the horse behind held its pace I would soon be overhauled! A cloud blotted out tlte moon, and I tried to reload. The horse behind was so n’ar that I could hear his pantings. When I turned In my saddle I saw it had gained many yards. There was a black object in the road in front of me, and my horse swerved to one. side and stop ped. The beast behind me was coming in great leaps, and the man held his pisrol leveled. The moon flashed out from be neath the cloud. “Jack,” I shrieked, “don't shoot!” My warning came too late. With the Xmng of his pistol' I heard him exclaim: "Great God!" The next instant he was down on the ground, lifting Dorothy from her dead horse. He held her in his arms as a moth er would hold a lost child, pressed her cheek against his own and stroked her hair. Nor did she resist. Then he set her on his horse, and, flinging his arms about her, -stood with his face buried in the folds of her skirt. She sat Tike a statue, her face as white and still as the unbroken snow in the fields around us. Finally she looked down at him. lifted his cap, touched his hair and stroked it ca ressingly. “Your shot did no harm,” she told him, and her voice held all the reassurance of a gentle kiss. “It only put Peggy out of her pain a little sooner. She was wound ed. poor horse, as we topped the hill.’* I knew his bullet had been aimed for federnoy, the frown on the brow of the secretary of war deepened. Not so with Mr. Lincoln. \\ hen Jack finished his statement, the president turned toward Dorothy, a quizzical smile lighting his kind, homely Race. “It appears to me. Miss Fletcher," he said, “that your brother stands to the United States government about as Colo- m 1 Kellogg do‘s in your esteem. We love him and have told him so. but he persists in lighting under the wrong ting. Now I have a proposition to make: If th<- I'nitcd States government grants your brother’s exchangi—" .Mr. President. I must r -monstrate!" the secretary ,,f war exclaimed, turning his chair, so as to face the president. “If the I'nitcd States government grants your brother's exchange, gives him this on? chance of life," the presi dent continued, disregarding Stanton's interruption, "will you at the end of the war—of course, all wars must end— will you promise as return of courtesies, to give Colonel Kellogg his one chance of life?” Dorothy's checks flamed scarlet, and her eyes sought the floor. 1 saw Jaick’s face flush, and he held nut "his hand appeal ing. Then she raised her eyes and looked Mr. Ifineoln squarely in the fare. “1 will promise. I give vou my wort! of honor, Mr. Pr'sident.” she answered. We got George home, one foot gone and one arm off above the elbow. His fight for life was long and desperate. Sherman was marching to the sea and a rumor came of troops approaching, just across the river. Th n we heard of skirmishes with the handful of confederates com manded by Hill and stationed at Au gust?). It was an uncomfortably warm night and. leaving the other members of the family, I strolled out to the seat under the magnolia at the sid» of the house. There was some commotion up the street, pistol shots. Then down the street came rapid footfalls and I saw a man running. X knew, for his life. He dashed under the stre d lamp at the corner, a yankee offi cer in full uniform. His pursuers were hard on his tracks and I saw the blaze of more than one weapon as he passed through the circle of lamplight. On he came, straining every muscle. My heart bounded to my month. He cleared the fence and was running through our front yard. “Halt!” X cried, springing from the shadow of the magnolia. “Dick, they shall not capture me." There was no time for words. I seized his arm and together we ran up the steps and into the front door. 1 shot the bolts b?hind us. From the east parlor we ran into Aunt Catherine’s room and I pushed him into a closet and locked the door. When I passed down the hall, closely followed by Dorothy, Aunt Catherine and some half dozen of the servants. I wore my dressing gown and slippers. X opened the door and faced Colonel Hall, Cap tain Jenkins and a handful of soldiers. Colonel Hall stepped In and saluted the ladies w;ith a deep bow. "I come to demand the surrender of the federal officer who has taken refuge in your house." he said, speaking to me, though he kept his eyes fastened on Dorothy. "Federal officer in this house!” Aunt Catherine cried. “Yes, ma'am. He was taken hy a party of skirmishers across the river and sent over here for safe keeping. But on the way he attacked his guards, killed one and injured the other two. He was pursued and seen to run up your front steps and into this very door.” "Impossible!" Dorothy cried. “I bolted this door at sunset, and no one has open ed it since. You must have heard my brother draw the liolts in answer to your knocks?” "Oh. the door was bolted fast enough when he knocked. Miss Fletcher," Jen kins answered, without giving his supe- I rior an opportunity to speak. "But I saw the scoundrel come in, so I know mighty well the door has been opened since sun set." “Captain Jenkins!” I exclaimed. "I de mand that.—” “It's all right. Richard.” Colonel Hail said. “I hop?, ma'am,” turning back to Aunt Catherine, “that you realize we have come as friends, hut we must do our duty. Our loyalty to the cause demands that we search the house.” “It would seem, sir,” was Aunt Cath erine's dignified reply, “that our loyalty to the cause should render such an act unnecessary. What reason have you for proposing such an' outrage?” The two officers exchanged glances: then Captain Jenkins replied: "Th» man we are searching for is Colo nel Kellogg, of the United States army.” DoroThy turned so white that I thought she would faint. In an instant she recov ered herself. "Invite them in. Aunt Cat tle. Gentlemen, we are only sorry your suspicions will not be verified* otherwise we might have had an opportunity of as sisting one who has always proved a stanch and faithful friend of my brother. Colonel Fletcher, of the confederate army. The house is open to you, and I beg that you search it thoroughly.” Aunt Catherine's tied chamber was the last to be examined. As I led the search ers In I noticed the dainty orderliness of the high bed, with its great feather mat tresses, the polished dressing table and easy chairs, and was struck by the gen eral fitness of it all for the one who had occupied it for more than fifty years, and who still gave abundant evidence of-hav ing bean what her friends claimed for her, “the reigning beauty of her day.” I think even Jenkins might have left the room satisfied by a casual inspection had -not Dorothy spoken. "You are neglecting the closets, gen tlemen. one on each side the chimney. One may prove especially interesting, since it op?ns on the stairs leading to our secret chamber. "Dorothy!” X cried horrified. “Never mind. Dick. It is a secret pre sumably sacred to the family, but X am sure there are outsiders who have heard of it. and sine? these friends are kind enough to search for proof of our loyalty to the confederacy, I wish them to ex amine the secret chamber. You have only to push the wall at the end. Captain Jen kins,” she explained as shs opened the door of the left-hand closet. I gave a great gasp of relief. X had locked Jack in the other closet. Jenkins went In and was followed by two men he named. We could hear their footfalls as they descended the steps with in the wall. Dorothy turned to Colonel Hall. “Perhaps you would like to economize time, colonel, hy examining this other clos't while Captain Jenkins Is engaged." and she walked over to the other closet. My hair bes-an to rise on ends, my heart stood still and I was dumb. X know that closet to be scarcely 2 feet deep, nothing behind which even a mouse might hide. Dorothy turned the key and opened the door. My eyes started in their sock ets and my heart seem'd in my mouth. She closed the door, dropped the key in her pocket and turned, her lips smiling, her eves like stars. "Colonel Hall, you will excuse me. T am sure. Aunt Cattle would never for give me for showing you the mysteries of her toiiet, her stays and hoopskirts.” When we saw them out, Jenkins mut tered som'thing about “setttn’ a watch armin' the house." X closed and bolted the front door. Dorothv threw her arms around my neck and gave me a regular “bear bug.” "Oh. Richard, my brother, you are the smartest boy in the world! X simply can't tell how much X love you.” Tli' town clock began to strike. “Heavens!" Dorothy exclaimed. "Dick. Aunt Cattie Is stepping into bed." She ran down the hail and hurst into Aunt Catherine's room. It had been years since X had seen my aunt without her stays. The figure which m°t mv startled eves was unusual, the two por tions had apparently melted and run together, the head bristled with little knots and tails, and the half-yard of ankles that appeared from th? lxittom of the short skirt were not slender. "Aunt Cattie, you—" Dorothy began. "My dear, those thievish soldiers car ried off the key to my closet, and that lazy minx of a Sukey slipped off with out laving out my night dress. Fortu nately I had a second key. but I will he late to bed. the first time ,’n twenty years that X have lost one second of my "beauty sleet’’ You should be more careful of yourself, my d?a*\ if you wish to pre serve—" "But. Aunt Catty, you can’t go to bed now. There may be a yankee in the bouse. Those men swore he came In, and they did not— You surely—” “Don't be foolish, my dear. You should l'arn to control your nerves. Nothing in jures the complexion so much or produces wrinkles as soon. X am not the least concerned about our safety.” Here she slipped the key into the lock anil Doro thy ran forward her hands clasped: "Aunt Cattie! Dear Aunt Cattie—” "My dear, you really must control your silly fears. How can you appear so cow ardly. Why. I would not forget my dig nity if ten hundred yankees were to walk Into this very room. I certainly would not lie made nervous over—" She turned th? key and the door opened. "O—o—o pee." Aunt Catharine’s shriek was as wild and ear-splitting as an Indian’s war whoop. She fled from the closet door and, with the agility of a trained monkey, ran up the step of her high bed, took a flying leap, landed in the middle of the feather mattress and dragged the bed clothes up over her head and ears—us Colonel Kel logg stepped through the closet door. The next day tidings of Lee's surrender at Appomattox reached us. Six months later Dorothy fulfilled the promise she had made President Lincoln. My Friend, the Tramp Continued from Editorial page remarks, and now. as a rebuke to an un godly and unsympathetic clergyman, and an encouragement to humble piety, gave the vagabond a shilling. "God bless you,” he said with much feeling to the philan thropist, and started again the “Sweet By and By," but before we parted he tipped me a wink over his victory, charged with inexpressible humor. When one of the savages honored our humble home by calling one day as an Incapacitated member of the mercantile marine, and obtained Tramps half a crown from my Spread tender - hearted wife News when parting through sympa- "Good thy, but also through THizatfs" alarm, because the suffer- Arlae Ing sailor proposed to ex hibit the sores upon his legs, I knew that the tidings v ould be carried far and wide throughout the nearest tribe, our local Blackfeet as it were, and that we would be much favored in days to come. So we were, by other sailors, also with sores, by persons who had been greatly helped by my preaching in the years of long ago, by widow women full of sor row and gin, by countrymen stranded helpless in a big unsympathetic city, till our house was little better than a casual ward. Then I tcok the matter in hand and interviewed the next caller, who had been long out of employment, but had now obtained a job and only wanted the means of living till Monday whan he would be Independent of everybody. He had spent his last penny the day before on a piece of bread, and had tast ed nothing since. “Not even drink?” I ventured to inquire, for by this time the air round me was charged with alcohol, when he ret lied with severe dignity that he had been a teetotaler since his boy hood. Then I addressed him briefly but clearly, explaining that the half crown had been given by mistake, that we were greatly obliged for the visit of his friends, that I had enjoyed his own call, but that It would save a great deal of trou ble to both sides if he would only inti mate to his fellow tribesmen and women, when they gathered round the camp Are in‘the evening, that there was no more spoil to lie obtained at our house. He &/>e First Legal Execution In the Philippines Continued from first page watch on the army of natives that the sentence of the court might not be thwarted. The presence of the soldiers and the sight of their guns, however, would no doubt have dissipated any V- tention3 of trouble had there been such. In the center of the town Is situated a large and beautiful nlaza and it was on this plaza that the grewsome instrument of death had been erected. Abopt the gallows, at the time of the hanging, was banked a sea of liumanitv. Two lines of guards were stationed near by and the crowd was kept at a distance. At the noon hour a cordon of soldiers visited the dungeon, placed the con demned men in their midst, and with solemn tread began the march to the gallows. Gonzales and Morales had all along maintained a stoical demeanor and never lost their nerve as the curious gaze of thousands were riveted upon them. Immediately preceding the execution. General Jacob Smith, at that time colo nel of the Seventeenth infantry, made a speech to tie' crowd through his interpre ter. le explained to them that the Americans were endeavoring to uphold law in their interest. The prisoners ascended the steps coolly and took their pcsttlon on the death trap. Both were hanged at. the same time. While the work of fastening the straps about the arms and legs was in progress, Gonzales for the first time displayed nerv ousness. He almost collapsed when the black cap was ad lusted. When everything was In readiness the soldiers stepped back to the edge of the scaffold. An Intense stillness pervad'd the entire plaza. A mass ot faces was upturned, each person watching closely every detail. Two m n were nearing the borders of eternity and the impres siveness of the scene swaved the throngs. The trigger rope was in a pair of hands within the convent waits. Major Kerr, of the Seventeenth, raised his cap—the signal. The rope was git en a jerk: cite trap dcor gave way to the weight of the men and the two Filipinos shot down ward to their doom. Gonzales' neck w.is broken and he was Denounced dead in nine mhuites. Morales died from strangu lation. His death ensued in sixteen min utes. . The body of Morales was buried in san Carlos. The body of Gonzales was in terred in Bayamtmrs. 19 miles distant. The crime for which the two men p.u t the penalty wat committed J iev ‘f r;1 ' months previous. Gonzales, president or San Carlos, hearing of Crime for the approach of the Which Americans, tried to or- Prisoners ganize a band of robbers. Were He failed and then en- Executed deavored to induce the inhabitants to leave the tcw r n, which thev refused to do. Shortly afterwards the president mys teriously disappeared. After a search of several days failed to locate him. pan Domingo was made president. Hearing of this action. Gonzales became angered. He wrote to Domingo, telling him he would not live. The new president ac cordingly organized a strong bodyguard, arming them with bolos. The guard ac companied him wherever he went. Gonzales and a band of men, organized in the me untains. came into town one night, captured the guard and Domingo and his wife. After securing all of the Jewelry and i ther aluabies in the house, Domingo and his wife were taken away prisonc rs. Later his wife was freed and instructed to return heme. Domingo was taken to the mountains, there securely tied, and v as shot to death by Gonzales and Mo rales. His wife informed the people of San Carlos of wnat had occurred, but they, fearing Gonzales, took no action. There had been no president of the town until November. 1S99. when the United States troops took possession, at which time they immediately appointed one. ’J he officials were informed of the murder of Don Domingo and in a short time both Gcnzaics and Morales had peeri cap tured. li oked at me, and I looked at him, and a smile came over his face. "I'm fly,” he said. And then as he went out at the door he turned for a last shot, “Look here, sir, give me a bob, and I’ll join your church, and I'll be an elder in a month.” A fellow of infinite jest, and I gave him the shilling, but without conditions. The humor of our Nomad is always practical, anil when it masters him it sweeps all professional hypocrisy before it like a water flood, and reveals the real man. 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