Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 2, 1923, Page 7

ADAME OLD MacGRATH — By * HY ITH WHO'S WHO --Jeanne Beaufort, beautiful daugh- ter of a Virginia tobacco pianter,| brave and daring, has lost her father! and two brothers in the Civil war. She swears to get revenge. At the ff time she is living with her aunt. he Mrs, Wetmors, tn the south. Jeanne, Jays her plans and.goes to her Aunt Delfer's jn Richmond, Va. She manages to meet the President! and she is assigned duties asa spy. Her first mission to go to Washing-| ton and find a man by the name of Parson Kennedy end bring him into | the eouthern lines. | Henry Morgan, a young officer, who falls in love with her at sight. She repulses his love making, and he disappears for « while. Jeanne, disguised as a boy, has! had a horrible adventure, She has a document with oode names on it. John Kennédy, D. D. C.WwoL H-RD-M P-PAG JNK-F F-BN-S W-BE-H The organization ‘s composed of) young men with the exception of one,| and they are apies who work for the North, \ ‘There are eleven in number. For weeks they have been in Virginia. Jeanne has sworn to track them| down, one by one. time the game she: wos play- ‘ing began to bring forth results. She applied herself to the practica) arts of waer—te‘egraphy, signaling ané things like that; she perfected herself in swimming and running and shooting; she even went so far as to inure herself to privations. @ maple sapling. It became more and more difficult to get through, these blue lines, but she always suc- ceeded, and often as a boy in tho! uniform she hated. | Sometimes she would spend three} oddly enough, it was upon one of) the| visits that she stumbled upon| the secret which was seriously worry- ing the Confederate leaCers. Rich- mond always knew what wes going on in Washington, but Washington! was now getting some truths about! Richmond. No one will deny that there exists g@uch a thing as servants-news, ‘Beaufort, some time before the war, had given freedom to one of his slaves. The youth has gone to Rich mond, and once a year he would re- turn to his people. ‘The story he told came to Jeanne through the garrulity of her old dar- ky mammy. A loft in a deserted ware- house, meetings held late at night by men in full mask, who came singly.) and departed singly; this was suffi.) clent to rouse something more than idie curiosity in Jeanne. She instructed the old mainmy to get the name and locality of this warehouse of mystery.» When she so- cured these two facts, she returned to Richmond. Cleghorn warehouse occupied a third of a block, and was flank- ed by two buildings whose ground floors were untenanted. It was un: guarded. Tho lighting was bad; here and there a dim beacon tokl one which way the street ran. The big warohouse was one story higher than its neighbors, The east jaide was blank; three windows faced the west, looking out upon the roof ‘of the adjo}ining building; the panes of glass were cobwebby, dust-and-rain splashed, and all of them cracked or broken. In the center of the loft, which In- cluded the whole floor, stood an ordi- nary deal table. It was night outside. Jabbed into this table was a single bayonet. In the lock of this was stuck a lighted candle, which flick- ered or burned stea(illy as the night draughts waxed or waned. Seated about this table, on empty crates and boxes, were eleven men. ‘Tho night was hot, and most of them had thrown aside their coats. They| wore masks—the kind that. hides! chin‘and mouth under a limp curtain | Tis not only concealed the face ef-| fectually but disguised the voice as well. : The man seated et the table was evidently the chief; he was,also the oldest, His hea@ was, peppered with gray. “Our business tn Richmond fs done. 'NSTALLMENT NO. TWO. well, I'm a rough sol¢fer; you ere al) Rmiuse sith my wae, the man) BARNEY GOOGLE---Sparky Bites Off More Than His Daily Rations who hes!tates—dies.” dow, The gray man’s revolver flash- ed in the candlejight. caused this agitation. ‘Some one on the roof.” the window. Crouched close to the wall was a form. They pounced up- on it roughiy, hustled it to the win- dow, and those yet insie hauled the offender into the loft. dow space, in the act of throwing| jSemething, A boy!" | tently. The hat fell off. one, downstairs to the street, searched doorways, cellar-window pits, but found no one; nor could he discover a runner, east or west. He ascended to the loft again. revolver on the table. “What were you Coing there by that window?" her point of vantage outside that win-| dow she had been forced to cra’ through cellars, worm her way ov bales of cotton, through grime and jdust. What with the d sweat of her exertions, she look like the urchin she pretended to be. ence here?" demanded the gray man. Your Ufe depen¢s upon it.” She became as sound and hard as alty. You must die.” | or four days at the plantation, and) whipped the mask from his face sud- You have all’been of’ great assistnce| to me; but I have this day myself| iscovered the things we sought. T) know the number of men, arms, rounds of ammunition, and food sup-| piles. In othet words, we have now| our fingers on the pulse of the| enemy; we can feel !t growing feebler) and feebler, I shail no longer be your chief after tonight. ‘Ve shall each of us go on our own again. We leave tonight. The horses are ready at Morlarty’s stables, three blocks away, We ride west first. Then wo turn toward Maryland, No main pikes until we are near the bound. uty. In the sealed envelope I have jjust given each of you are facts and information. Some) one of* ps will Yeach Washington. And gentlemen, we all leave together, elevenof us, all of us.” ‘He r empha- these w« hesitates, y man who |¢ axcusea THE’ MAN ON THI NE of their number sprang to his feet and dashed toward the win- “Quick,” crief the man. who had They followed him pellmell through “IT saw a hand flash across the win- The gray man shook the boy vio-| “Good Lord, a woman!” cried some} “Hold her!" eafd the chief. He ran| “So, a young woma: He taid his She did not answer, In reaching and the “How did you find out our pres- No answer. “You refuse to answer questions? “Well, then, you must pay, the pen- Then. she spoke. “And who among! you will be so brave as to do the idling?" “J,” said the gray man. To her) ears there was something terrible in that cold, unemotional tone. He denly, “TI will let you look upon my face to prove to you that I will never} let you leave this loft alive, uncon-/ ditionally.’ was the face of a fanatic. Sho had only to look into those metal-| Uc blue eyes to know that he would) keep his word. She sent a roving glance among the other masks. | “Will you permit such a thing?”| “Does an oath mean anything to you?” asked her grim questioner. | “Yes! with proud, uplifted chin. ‘Will you take oath to reveal noth-| ing you have heard?” ! ‘No. I have given my oath, heart and soul to the South. Hither let me ko or shoot me—if you can. “Walt a moment, Parson,” pleaded the young man to whom she oweé-her capture. “I have an idea. We can't really permit you to shoot her." “Her? She has no sex,” said the lender placidly. ‘We can't be both- ered with a prisoner at this hour." “We can tie her up and leave her here, But this is my {dea. I'll handle this pretty viper. No doubt she's pret- ty under that smudge,” he added ironically. “Pull my fangs if you can,” she re- plied, The gray man frowned thoughtful ly. Sho had courage. Said the young man: “You say you you are bound heart and soul to the South. Well, your body shall never be‘ong to it.” She stepped back—her first sign one thing to shoot a spy; it is another, thing to—" “You haven't heard mie through,” interposed the young man. “What I mean is, her body shall be bound to the North, “And how?" “By maxriage to one of us!” One of the number gave a start of surpise at the suggestion. The gray’ man smiled for the first time. Marry her to one of these mad young cockerels, bind .her and leave her! “But if by chance I should already be married?” she inquired, her cour. age returning. “If you wish to commit bigamy, that's no concern of ours.” With a swift, unexpected gesture the young, man caught her hanca. ‘The fingers! were ringless. He laughed and)time—closer and closer the net was} flung aside the hands. ‘Who's for this fool adventure?” demanded the gray man. His com: rades stirred ‘uneasily. “Make up your minds; {t {s death or marriage.| I stand ready for elther ceremony.” HE ‘wanted time, time, time! It would take ther confederate fully an hour to return with men, She had written in code enough to con¢emn them all to the wall or the noose. Wrapped around a pebble, it had beon flung into the street. She had not known that, these desperate men would really be here she had put hardly any falth at all in the darky’s tale. | ‘And now to play with them. to bold them until aid arrived. They |would.all be Yead in the morning— so what mattered it if she went ough with the farce? And what of the man who mar- Fi WHO? BC SPARKY = THis 15 ALL You'RE GONNA GET For LUNCH = IM GONNA SEE That ~OuRE Good CONDITION FoR THE SPANISH ONION HANDICAP ExT SATURDAY AND YOu GOTTA GO UGHT ON ‘NouR GRoceRIES GETTING SoRE— You KNow, Kinoer Be THS EASY Goin’ Kio —— THAT'S AUNT EL, YOURWNCLE EZRA'S) FIRST WIFE. THEY DIDN'T GET ALONG You KNOW. he Casper Daily Cridtune OW Boy s AINT SUB A PIPPERING |! Ip uke % SE On The SAME BOAT with Teat “UTTLE, WREN = ME A RESOLUTION To Quit ries_me?") ~All this meant time. “Oh, You will serve the South, but by the Lord Harry, you'll belong to the North, We'll punish you with doubt, doubt and fear; always you'll be won- dering who and what's this man ts| who marries you. Of course, we are still ready to take your oath. “TI have declined to give it. “Very well. Line up, comrades, and she shall choose among us,— ‘woman's ancient perogative—so it can never be said that we forced ourselves upon her. Death or mar- rlage—mass or the bastile” “I consent,” she sald. “I am young; I ¢o not want to die. Already a quarter of an hour bad been consumed. If ohly she could; [hold them long enough. She stared! speculatively at the “circle of flash-| ing eyes. “There is, then, & minister of the! gospel among you?" she asked in- credulously. “Yes. Iam he.” The ‘y man laughed. > i Each hair at the base of her neck stirred at the sound of that laughter. “Come, comrados,.’’ But these comrades demurred. It! was one thing to risk one’s life, for one might risk it and still save !t; but it was another thing to marry an un-| known women, simply to save her life, a woman whom they, might never see again. HE gray man took up his revolver) “I will shoot her. It is war; it ts thousands of lives against hers." “Tl marry her. The man who! spoke was he who tad, a little while earller given the start of surprise. said, looking at the stern man fingering the revolver. drawing. | “Ang choose you shall. Trust me;| your marriage will be as’ legal as! though performed in a cathedral.” (Copyright, 1922, Beil Syndicate, Inc.| ntinued Tomorrow.) Has added still another feature Quietness E. J. 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