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They could hear his great war- hammer ringing on their anvil; a hammer of men, an anvil of men. Plan or no plan, success or no success of Some secret service operations, some vital peint-was being wrestled far in a death-grapple between two agmies; and all the offensive capacities of the one and all the defensive resources of the other were meeting, as they had been meeting during the long years. In a time like that, of public peril and public need, private and personal affairs ought to be forgotten, but it was not so. Love and hate, confidence and jealousy, faithfulness and disloy- alty, self-sacrifice and revenge, were still In 'human hearts. And these feel- ings would put to shame evén the pas- sions engendered fp the bloody battles of the fearful warfare. Edith Varney, for instance, had gone out of the telegraph office assured that the sacrifice she had made for her lover had resulted in the betrayal 'of 'her country; that Thorne had had not even the common gratitude to accede to her request, although she had saved his life, and, fof the time being, his honor. Every cannon-shot, every crash- ing volley of musketry that came faint- ly or loudly across 'the hills seemed pointed straight at her heart. For all she knew, the dispatch had been sent, the cunningly dePised scheme had been carried out, and into some unde fended gap in the lines the federal ita yrore pouring. The defense would ctumble and the army would be cut in two; the city of Richmond would be taken, and the Confederacy would be lost. And she had déne it! Would she have done it if she had known? She had certainly expected to establish such a claim upon Thorne by her in- terposition that he could not disre- gard it. But if she had known posi- tively that he would have done what she thought he did, would she have sent him to his death? She put the question to herself in agouy. And she realized with, flushes of shamg and waves of contrition that she would not, could not have done this thing. She must have acted as she had, what- ever was to come of it. - Whatever he was, whatever he did, she loved that mall. She need not tell him, she need tell no one, there could be no fruition to that love. She must hide it, bury it in her bosom if she Could, but for weal or woe she loved him above everything else, and for all eternity. Where was he now? Her interposi- tion had been but for a few moments. The truth was certain to be discov- ered. There would be no ultimate es- cape possible for him. She heard shots on occasion nearer than Peters- burg, in the city streets. What could they mean? Short, short would be his shrift if they canght him. Had they caught him? Certainly they must, if they had not. She realized with a thrill that she had given him an op portunity to escape and that he had refused it. The sending of that dis patch had been more to him than life Traltor, spy, secret service agent was there anything that could be sald for him? At least he was faithful to his own. idea of duty. She had met Caroline Mitford wait ing in the lower hall of the telegraph office, and the two, convoyed by old Martha, had come home together. Many curious glances had been thrown at them, but in these great move ments that were toward, no one mo lested them. The younger girl had Seen the agony in her friend's face. She had timidly sought to question her, In a had received no answer or no : faction to her queries. Re fusing Caroline's proffered services when she reached home, Edith had gone straight to her own room and locked the T. The affair had been irritating be- yond expression to Mr. Arrelsford. It had taken him some time to establish his innocence and to get his release from General Randolph's custody. Meanwhile, everything that he had hoped to prevent had happened. To do him justice, he really loved Edith Var ney, and the thought that her actions and her words had caused his own undoing and the failure of his careful ly laid plans, filled him with bitt ness, which he vented in increased animosity toward Thorne. These were bitter moments to Mrs. Varney. She had become somewhat used to her husband being in the thick of things, but it was her boy now that was in the ranks. The noise of the cannon and the passing troops threw Howard into a fever of anxiety blue, under the grimly determined]. forced to d. M0 In the end, and yet he) had pot d:.¢ that which he had in- ded. 11° he been false to Mis duty 8% to his Huntry whem by fused 'to.send tha =legram, being given thé opportunity He could not tel # The ethics of - 3 question were beyond his present solution. The opportunity had come to him through a piece of sublime self-sacrifice on the part o the woman, wha, knowing him thor oughly and understanding his plan and purpose; had, yet periupred her self to, save his life. That litewas hers, was it not? He had become her prisoner as mu h as if she bad placed him under lock and key and held him without the possibil- ity of communication with anyone Her honor was involved. - No, under the 'circumstances, he could not send the dispatch. The Confederates would certainly kill him if they caught him. and if they did not, and by any provi dential chance he escaped, his honor would* compel him to report the eir- cumstynces, the cause of his failure, to: his own superiors. Would they court-martial him for not sending the dispatch? Would they enter into bis feelings, would they understand? The popular, idea of a secret service agent, a spy, was that he would stick Ran for His Life. at nothing. As such men were outside the pale of 'military brotherhood, were they supposed to have a code of their own. Well, his code did not per- mit hifio send the dispatch when his power Raia it had been procured in Such a way. Tt was not so much love for the woman as it was honor--her honor, suddenly put into his keeping --that turned him from the key. When both honor dnd love were thrown into the scale, there was no possibility of | any other action. He could not see any call of duty paramount -to them. He stood looking at Foray for a while, and then, without a further com- mand to that intensely surprised Young man, or even a word of expla- nation, he seized his hat and coat and left the rooni. Foray was a keen-wit- ted officer, he reviewed the situation briefly, and presently a great light dawned upen him. tion for Thorne developed in his breast, and as Allison opportunely came back at this juncture, he turned over the telegraph office to his subor- dinate, and in his turn went out on what he believed to be an exceedingly important' errand. Thorne found the streets full of peo ple. He had not marked the beginning of the caunonading in the tumult ol the office, but the lights, the bells pealing alarms from eve ry church- steeple, the trampling of horses and men, ang the roll of the gun-carriages apprised him 6f what was toward. Trusting that Thorne had been able to carry out his part, Grant was attack- Ing the place indicated by "Plan 3" in heavy force What was Thorne fo do? Obviously attempt to escape from Richmond, al- though it would be a matter of ex- ireme difficulty on account of the alarm which now aroused every sec- tion. He could not go, either, until he had seen Lis brother. He surmised that he was dead, but he could not know that; and he determined not toa attempt to leave without making as« surance double sure. It was a duty he owed to his brother, to his father in the Union army, and to his superiors in the federal secret service. If that brother were alive, he must be at the Varney heuse. He fancied that he would run as little chande of being ob- served in the excitement going in that direction as in any other, and he start- ed to make his way there. The fact that Edith was there influ- enced him also. Was the call of love and the living as great, or greater than the call of duty and the dying or the dead? Who shall say? And the remote, chance that he might be observed on the way was ta- ken by his evervigilant enemy; for Arrelsford, upon obtaining his free 'dom, had sent the troops at the dis- posal of the secret service to hunt him down, and one of them caught sight of him. The shout of the ob server apprised him of his discovery. He threw one glance. behind him and then ran for his life. He had no es pectal hope of escaping, but he night get to the Varney house ahead of the soldiers, and he might see his broth er, and he might see the woman he loved for a moment before he was ta 'ken il ¢ If ft not been for the two he ;would have stopped and given himself jup. Somehow he did not care for life, His ltfe was forfeit" to the Federals and the Confederates alike. When she thought to save it, Edith Varney had 'doomed him. Also he felt that she had damned him. But he ran on and on, doubling and turning on his tracks; 'white-faced, desperate, his breath com ing fainter, his heart beating faster as he ran. " CHAPTER xviL.® Wittred Plays the Man. sharp contrast to the noise out so | A certain admira- | movements of the boys and the old men, had separated sooner than they had intended and had gone their sev- eral ways. Old Jonas, frightened to death, remained locked up in .the 'closet where hie had been left by Ar relsford's men. Martha was upstairs in Howard's room, making ready to watch over him during the night. Caroline Mitford had not gone home. She had sent word that she intended to pass the nizht at the Varney house. Somehow she thought they seemed to need her. She was standing by one of the long front windows in the draw- ing-room, now a scene of much disor- der: because of the recent struggle. Caroline stared out of the window at the flashes of light, She listened, with heaving breast and throbbing heart, to the roar of the cannon and the rattle of musketry, She had heard both many times lately, but now it was different, for Wilfred was there, Mrs. Varney came upon her with her hand pressed against her breast, her face white and staring, tears brimming her eyes, but, as usual, Mrs, Varney Was 80 engrossed with her own tre mendous troubles that she had lttle thought for the girl. "Caroline," sh! began anxiously, "tell me what happened. Edith won't speak to me She has locked herself up in herroom. 'What was it? Where has she been? What---" "She was at the telegraph office," answered Caroline in a low voice. "What did she do there? What hap- pened there?" "I am not sure." "But try to tell me, dear" +] would if I could, Mrs, Varney, but I was afraid and ran out and 'walted for her in the hall. The rest of them--" The girl broke off as the deep tones of the city bells clanged sharply above the diapason of artillery. "It's the alarm bell," said Mrs. Var ney. "Yes," said Caroline, "they are call ing out the last reserves." "Yes; hark to the cannonading. "They must be making a terrible at- tack tonight. Lieutenant Maxwell was right; that quiét spell was a signal." "There goes another battery of ar- tillery," said Caroline, staring through the window. "A man told us that they were sending them all over to Cemetery Hill. That's where the fight fug is, Cemetery Hill" "General Varney's division is to the right of that position, or was the last time I heard from him," sald Mrs. Varney anxiously. x "I am afraid they are going to have { a bad time of it tonight," said Caro- { line, drawing the curtains and turning {away from the window. | "I'm afraid s0," was the rejoinder. | "Now, try to think, dear, who was at { the telegraph office? Can't you tell | me something that occurred that will explain Edith's silence? She looks | like death, and--" | "I can't tell you anything except | that they arrested Mr. Arrelsford." { "Mr. Arrelsford! You don't mean | that ?* | "Yes, 1 do," answered Caroline. "General Randolph--I went and | brought him there, because they | wouldn't send my telegram--he was in | & fearful temper--" | "But Edith? Can't you tell me what i she dia?' : ! "lI can't, Mrs, Varney, for 1 don't know. 1 waited for her in the hall, and when she came out she couldn't i speak. Then we hurried home. 1 tried to get her to tell me, but she | wouldn't say a word except that her heart was broken, and that's all I know, Mrs, Varney, truly, truly." J. "1 believe you, my dear. I know you would Wil me if you could™; "I certainly would, for I love--"" There was a loud ring at the front door.\ It was evidently unlocked, for, without waiting for an answer, it was thrown open roughly, and through the hall and into the drawing-room stalked ; Mr. Arrelsford. He was wildly excited, evidently in a tremendous hurry, and | utterly oblivious to manners or any- thing else. He had been checked and | thwarted 80 many times that he was | in a bad temper for anything. { "Is your daughter in the house?" he | began roughly, without any further preliminaries or salutation, without even removing his hat. | "Answer," he said harshly. | She bowed her héad in the affirma- tive, scarcely able to speak in her in, | dignation at his manner and bearing. | "I wish to see her." {#1 don't believe she will care to re- | ceive you at present," returned her { mother quietly. | "WHat she cares to do at present is 'of small consequence. I must see her | at once. Shall 1 go up to her room | with these men, or will you have her | down here?" » The room had filled with soldiers | as the two spoke together. "Neither the one nor the other, sir," | sald Mrs. Varney, who was not in the { least afraid of Mr. Arrelsford or his soldiers, "until I know your business with her." "My business--a few questions-- I've got a few questions to ask her. Listen to that noise out yonder? Do you hear those guns and the troops passing by? Now, you know what 'At- tack tonight, Plan 3,' means." "Is that the attack?" asked Mrs. Varney. "That's the attack. They are break: Ing through our lines at Cemetery Hill. That was the place indicated by! 'Plan 3 We are rushing to the front all the reserves we have, to the last man and boy, but they may mot get there In time." "What, may I ask, has my daoghter to do with it? : "Do with it? did tI" asserted Arrelsford bitterly. "What!" exclalmed Mrs, Varney, in a great outburst of indignatiog. "How dare you!™ "We had him in a trap, under ar- rest, the telegfaph under guard, when she brought in thei-gomwission, We would have shot: "8 moment, but they took me pr and lot him go." : "Impossible!" whisg so Isn't it awful? returned Mrs. Varney. "Yes, she 41d. She put the game In his' hands. H control of the wires and the dispatch wernt through. As soon as I could get to headquarters 1 explained, and they saw the trick. They rushed the guard back, but the scoundrel had got away.' Foray was gone, to, and Allison knew nothing about it, but we're after him, and if she knows where he ig," he turned as if to leave the room and ascend the stairs, "I will get it out of her." "You d6n't suppose that my daugh- ter would--" began Mrs. Varney, "I suppose everything." "lI will not believe it," persisted the mother. "We can't wait for what you be- lieve," said Arrelsford roughly, this time taking a step toward the door. Mrs. Varuey caught him by the arm. "Let me speak to her" she pleaded. "No, I will see her myself," But Miss Mitford, who had been the indirect cause of" sg rhuch trouble, once more interposed. She had 'lis tened to him with scarcely less sur prise than that developing in Mrs, Var ney's breast. She took a malicious joy in thwarting the secret service agent. She barred the way, her slight figure in the door, with arms extended. "Where 1s your order for this?" she asked. Arrelsford stared at her in surprise "Get out of my way," he sald curt ly; "I have a word or two. to say to You after 1 have been upstairs. "Show me your order," persisted the girl, who made not the slightest at- tempt to give way. "It's department business and 1 don't require an order." : "You are mistaken about that," said Caroline with asednishing resourceftl- ness. "This is a private house, it isn't the telegraph office or the secret serv- ice department. If you want to go up- stairs or see anybody against their will, you will have to bring an order, I don't know much, but I know enough for that." Arrelsford turned to Mrs. Varney. "Am 1 to understand, madam," he began, "that you refuse--" - But before Mrs. Varney could an- swer, the soldiérs Arrelsford had brought with him gave way before the advent of a sergeant and another par ty of men. The sergeant advanced di rectly to Mrs. Varney, touched hid cap to her, and began: "Are you the lady that lives here, ma'am?" "Yes, T am Mrs. Varney." "I have an order from General Ran- dolph's office to' search this house for--" "Just in time," said Arrelsford, stepping toward the sergeant; "I will £0 through the house with you." "Can't go through on this order," sald the sergeant shortly. "You were sent here Mrs. Varney. "Yes; sorry to trouble you, ma'am but we'll have to be quick about it. If we don't find him here we've got to follow him down Franklin street; he's over this way somewhere," "Who are you? What do you want?" "Man named Thorne, captain of ar tillery," answered _ the sergeant; "that's what lhe went by, at least. Here, two of you this way! That room in there and the back of the house. Two of you outside," pointing to the windows. "Cut off those windows. The rest upstairs." The men rapidly dispersed, obeying the commands of the sergeant, and be- gan a thorough search of the house. Caroline Mitford preceded them up the stairs to Edith's room. Arrelsford, after a moment's hesitation, stepped toward the door and went out, fol- to--" began "Get Out of My Way," He Said Curtly, lowed by his men. Without a word of Acknowledgment or even a bow to Mrs. Varuey, he and his men presently left the house. As he did 80, two of fhe sergeant's' men re-entered the room, shoving old Jonas roughly be- fore them. The man's livery was torn and dirty, his head was bound up, and] he showed signs of the rough handling he had undergone. "Where did you get that?' asked the sergeant contemptuously, "He was locked in a closet, sir." "What were you doing In there?" He turned to the old negro. "If you don't answer me, we will shoot the life out of you." He raised his revolver threat- eningly. "Belongs to you, I reckon," he said to Mrs. Varney. "Yes, my butler; * they locked him up. Mr, Arrelsford wants him for car- rying a message." 5 "That's all right," said the sergeant. "It he wants him, he can have him. | We're looking for some one else. Put him back in hia closet. Here, this room! Be quick now! Cover that door. Sorry to disturb you, ma'am." "Do what you please," said Mrs. Var ney; "I have pothing on earth to con- ceal." 'As the men hurriedly withdrew to continue their search, the voice of a newcomer was, heard on the porch. YL) Ng PP é Chacolare For Cooking and Orinking, also for Cake, Icing and making Fudge, A a So sin sat * ~ Outing Shoes AIA AA A rt A AAA PA OA AAA AA AAA tn 4 \ We have complete lines of all kinds of outing shoes, including many-new_ things you won't find elsewhere. Maw FOR MEN : Oxfords, rubber soled shoes, canvas shoes, ten- nis and yachting shoes, 90e to $5.00. FOR WOMEN wok All kinds of white canvas and buckskin shoes, yachting and outing shoes of all descriptions, 75¢ up. v % . FOR CHILDREN Running shoes, canvas shoes, slippers, and the finest line of barefoot sandals in town, 65¢ up. - At PP Pty 0 Pt ANN, A ct A AA ls A itn J. H. 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