Before the Dawn: A Story of the Fall of Richmond. Altsheler Joseph Alexander

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      "The papers," he repeated.

      "I have none," she replied.

      "If you do not give them to me I shall be compelled to search you, and that, I fancy, you do not wish. But I assure you that I shall do it."

      His tone was resolute. He saw a spark of fire in her eye, but he did not quail.

      "I shall turn my back," he added, "and if the papers are not produced in one minute's time I shall begin my search."

      "Would you dare?" she asked with flashing eyes.

      "I certainly would," he replied. "I trust that I know my duty."

      But in a moment the light in her eyes changed. The look there was an appeal, and it expressed confidence, too. Prescott felt a strange tremour. Her glance rested full upon him and it was strangely soft and pathetic.

      "Captain Prescott," she said, "upon my honour—by the memory of my mother, I have no papers."

      "Then what have you done with them?" said Prescott.

      "I have never had any."

      He looked at her doubtfully. He believed and yet he did not. But her eyes shone with the light of purity and truth.

      "Then why are you out here at such an hour, seeking to escape from Richmond?" he asked at last.

      "Lest I bring harm to another," she said proudly.

      Prescott laughed slightly and at once he saw a deep flush dye her face, and then involuntarily he made an apology, feeling that he was in the presence of one who was his equal.

      "But I must have those papers," he said.

      "Then keep your threat," she said, and folding her arms proudly across her breast she regarded him with a look of fire.

      Prescott felt the blood rising in his face. He could not fulfil his menace and now he knew it.

      "Come," he said abruptly, "you must go back to Richmond with me. I can take you safely past the earthworks and back to the house from which you came; there my task shall end, but not my duty."

      However, he comforted himself with the thought that she had not passed the last line of defenses and perhaps could not do so at another time.

      The girl said nothing, but walked obediently beside him, tall, straight and strong. She seemed now to be subdued and ready to go wherever he directed.

      Prescott recognized that his own position in following the course that he had chosen was doubtful. He might turn her over to the nearest military post and then his troubles concerning her would be at an end; but he could not choose that alternative save as a last resort. She had made an appeal to him and she was a woman, a woman of no ordinary type.

      The night was far gone, but the moon was full, and now spread its veil of silver mist over all the hills and fields. The earth swam in an unreal light and again the woman beside Prescott became unreal, too. He felt that if he should reach out his hand and touch her he would touch nothing but air, and then he smiled to himself at such a trick of fancy.

      "I have given you my name," he said. "Now what shall I call you?"

      "Let it go for the time," she replied.

      "I must, since I have no way to compel you," he said.

      They approached the inner line of earthworks through which they had passed in the flight and pursuit, and now Prescott felt it his duty to find the way back, without pausing to reflect on the strangeness of the fact that he, a Confederate soldier, was seeking to escape the notice of the Confederate pickets for the sake of a spy belonging to the other side.

      They saw again the sentinels walking back and forth, gun on shoulder, and waiting until they were farthest apart, Prescott touched the woman on the arm. "Now is our time," he said, and they slid with soundless footsteps between the sentinels and back into Richmond.

      "That was well done!" said Prescott joyfully. "You can shut an army out of a town, but you can't close the way to one man or two."

      "Captain Prescott," said the girl, "you have brought me back into Richmond. Why not let me go now?"

      "I take you to the house from which you came," he replied.

      "That is your Southern chivalry," she said, "the chivalry of which I have heard so much."

      He was stung by the keen irony in her tone. She had seemed to him, for awhile, so humble and appealing that he had begun to feel, in a sense, her protector, and he did not expect a jeer at the expense of himself and his section. He had been merciful to her, too! He had sacrificed himself and perhaps injured his cause that he might spare her.

      "Is a woman who plays the part of a spy, a part that most men would scorn, entitled to much consideration?" he asked bluntly.

      She regarded him with a cold stare, and her figure stiffened as he had seen it stiffen once before.

      "I am not a spy," she said, "and I may have reasons, powerful reasons, of which you know nothing, for this attempted flight from Richmond to-night," she replied; "but that does not mean that I will explain them to you."

      Prescott stiffened in his turn and said with equal coldness:

      "I request you, Madam or Miss, whichever you may be, to come with me at once, as we waste time here."

      He led the way through the silent city, lying then under the moonlight, back to the little street in which stood the wooden cottage, neither speaking on the way. They passed nobody, not even a dog howled at them, and when they stood before the cottage it, too, was dark and silent. Then Prescott said:

      "I do not know who lives there and I do not know who you are, but I shall consider my task ended, for the present at least, when its doors hide you from me."

      He spoke in the cold, indifferent tone that he had assumed when he detected the irony in her voice. But now she changed again.

      "Perhaps I owe you some thanks, Captain Prescott," she said.

      "Perhaps, but you need not give them. I trust, madam, and I do not say it with any intent of impoliteness, that we shall never meet again."

      "You speak wisely, Captain Prescott," she said.

      But she raised the hood that hid her brow and gave him a glance from dark blue eyes that a second time brought to Prescott that strange tremour at once a cause of surprise and anger. Then she opened the door of the cottage and disappeared within.

      He stood for a few moments in the street looking at the little house and then he hurried to his home.

      CHAPTER VII

      THE COTTAGE IN THE SIDE STREET

      Prescott rose the next morning with an uneasy weight upon his mind—the thought of the prisoner whom he had taken the night before. He was unable to imagine how a woman of her manner and presence had ever ventured upon such an enterprise, and he contrasted her—with poor results for the unknown—with Helen Harley, who was to him the personification of all that was delicate and feminine.

      After the influence of her eyes, her beauty and her voice was gone, his old СКАЧАТЬ