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"You need never suppose I should think that," I replied, with an earnestness of manner that caused her to glance at me in surprise. "I confidently expected to hear from you all day, and finally when no word came I became convinced some such misconception as you have mentioned must have occurred. Then it became my turn to act upon my own behalf if I would preserve my life; yet never for one moment have I doubted you or the sincerity of your pledge to me."
She drew her hand away from my clasp, gently and not unkindly, then pa.s.sed it through the ma.s.ses of her dark, s.h.i.+ning hair, but her face remained turned aside from me. Oh, how I longed at that moment to pour forth in fervent words the affection that burned within my heart! But irrespective of the doubt as to her being free to listen to such a declaration, there was a pride about her manner, a certain restraint which she ever seemed to exercise over me, that effectually sealed my lips. Her very presence was a moral tonic, and I felt it would be easier to tear out my tongue than to utter anything which she could construe into possible insult. The very depth of her perfect womanhood was itself protection, and, until the veil was finally lifted, my lips were vowed to silence.
She waited quietly while a couple pa.s.sed us and sought seats nearer the door.
"Tell me the entire story," she said gently.
As quickly as possible I reviewed the salient events which had occurred since our last meeting. Without denying the presence of Major Brennan during my stormy meeting with General Sheridan, I did not dwell upon it, nor mention the personal affray that had occurred between us. Even had I not supposed the man to be her husband I should never have taken advantage of his treachery to advance my own cause. G.o.d knows I have enough failings to account for, but I have never done my fighting in the dark. Neither did I speak of the information I now sought to bring to Lee, for her sympathy, her interest, her loyalty, were all with the opposing army. She followed my narrative eagerly, her eyes growing darker with intensity of interest as I depicted our eventful climb up the black chimney, and my venture down the stairs into the crowded ballroom. As I concluded there was a tear glistening on her long lashes, but she seemed unconscious of it, and made no attempt to dash it away.
"You have not told me all," she commented quietly. "But I can understand and appreciate the reason for your silence. I know Frank's impetuosity, and you are very kind, Captain Wayne, to spare my feelings, but you must not remain here; every moment of delay increases your danger. Sheridan and those of his staff who would surely recognize you were expected back before this, and may appear at any moment--yet how can you get away? how is it possible for me to a.s.sist you?"
There was an eager anxiety in her face that piqued me. Like most lovers I chose to give it a wrong interpretation.
"You are anxious to be rid of me?" I asked, ashamed of the words even as I uttered them.
"That remark is unworthy of you," and she arose to her feet almost haughtily. "My sole thought in this is the terrible risk you incur in remaining here."
"Your interest then is personal to me, may I believe?"
"I am a loyal woman," proudly, "and would do nothing whatever to imperil the cause of my country; but your condemnation is unjust, and I am, in a measure, responsible for it. I a.s.sist you, Captain Wayne, for your own sake, and in response to my individual sense of honor."
G.o.d knows I could not speak, although my heart seemed bursting within my bosom. By sheer power of her will, her pride, her perfect womanhood, she held me from her as though a wall divided us. Not for an instant did she permit me to forget that she was the wife of another.
"Have you formulated any plan?" she asked quickly, and her rising color made me feel that she had deciphered my struggle in my eyes.
"Only to walk out under protection of this uniform, and when once safe in the open to trust that same good fortune which has thus far befriended me."
She shook her head doubtfully, and stood a moment in silence, looking thoughtfully at the moving figures in the room beyond.
"I fear it cannot be done without arousing suspicion," she said at last, slowly. "I chance to know there are unusual precautions being taken to-night, and the entire camp is doubly patrolled. Even this house has a cordon of guards about it, but for what reason I have not learned. No," she spoke decisively, "there is no other way. Captain Wayne, I am going to try to save you to-night, but in doing so I must trust my reputation in your keeping."
"I will protect it with my life."
"Protect it with your silence, rather. I know you to be a gentleman, or I should never attempt to carry out the only means of escape which seems at all feasible. Discovery would place me in an extremely embarra.s.sing position, and I must rely upon you to protect me from such a possibility."
"I beg you," I began, "do not compromise yourself in any way for my sake."
"But I am myself already deeply involved in this," she interrupted, "and I could retain no peace of mind were I to do otherwise. Now listen. Make your way back to the ballroom, and in fifteen minutes from now be engaged in conversation with General Carlton near the main entrance. I shall join you there, and you will take your cue from me.
You understand?"
"Perfectly, but--"
"There is no 'but,' Captain Wayne, only do not fail me."
Our eyes met for an instant; what she read in mine G.o.d knows--in hers was determination, with a daring strange to woman. The next moment she had vanished through a side door, and I was alone.
CHAPTER XVII
THROUGH THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY
A GLANCE at my watch told me that it was already within a few moments of midnight. There was, however, no diminution in the festivities, and I waited in silence until I heard the sentries calling the hour, and then pressed my way back into the noisy, crowded ballroom. I was stopped twice by well-meaning officers whom I had met earlier in the evening, but breaking away from them after the exchange of a sentence or two, I urged my course as directly as possible toward where the spectacled brigadier yet held his post as master of ceremonies.
We had been conversing pleasantly for several minutes when Mrs. Brennan appeared. Standing so as to face the stairs, I saw her first coming down, and noted that she wore her hat, and had a light walking-cloak thrown over her shoulders. My heart beat faster as I realized for the first time that she intended to be my companion.
"Oh, General, I am exceedingly glad to find you yet here," she exclaimed as she came up, and extended a neatly gloved hand to him. "I have a favor to ask which I am told you alone have the authority to grant."
He bowed gallantly.
"I am very sure," he returned smilingly, "that Mrs. Brennan will never request anything which I would not gladly yield."
She flashed her eyes brightly into his face.
"Most a.s.suredly not. The fact is, General, Colonel Curran, with whom I see you are already acquainted, was to pa.s.s the night at the Major's quarters, and as he has not yet returned, the duty has naturally devolved upon me to see our guest safely deposited. We are at the Mitch.e.l.l House, you remember, which is beyond the inner lines; and while, of course, I have been furnished with a pa.s.s," she held up the paper for his inspection, "and have been also instructed as to the countersign, I fear this will scarcely suffice for the safe pa.s.sage of the Colonel."
The General laughed good-humoredly, evidently pleased with her a.s.sumption of military knowledge.
"Colonel Curran is certainly to be congratulated upon having found so charming a guide, madam, and I can a.s.sure you I shall most gladly do my part toward the success of the expedition. The Major was expected back before this, I believe?"
"He left word that if he had not returned by twelve I was to wait for him no longer, as he should go directly to his quarters. I find the life of a soldier to be extremely uncertain."
"We are our country's servants, madam," he replied proudly, and then taking out a pad of blanks from his pocket, turned to me.
"May I ask your full name and rank, Colonel?"
"Patrick L. Curran, Colonel, Sixth Ohio Light Artillery."
He wrote it down rapidly, tore off the paper, and handed it to me.
"That will take you safely through our inner guard lines," he said gravely, "that being as far as my jurisdiction extends. Good-night, Colonel; good-night, Mrs. Brennan."
She smiled her good-bye to him, and placed a gloved hand confidingly on my arm.
"I believe I recall the road and shall find no difficulty in guiding you," she said. "At least we cannot go so very far astray."
How cool and self-possessed she appeared--no hurry, no outward nervousness marred a single action. I felt my heart throb with new-born pride of her as I marked the marvellous self-control which characterized every movement, for I realized now that her risk in the adventure was scarcely second to my own. As I ventured life, she ventured honor, and I doubted not hers was the harder task of the two.
Yet she gave no outward sign of struggle; as we crossed the crowded hall I could note no lack of resolution, no faltering of purpose in either step or voice.
At the door an officer spoke to her.
"Surely you are not leaving us so early, Mrs. Brennan?" he questioned anxiously. "Why, supper has not even been announced."
I felt her hand close more tightly upon my arm.
"Unfortunately we must," she replied, in a tone expressive of deep regret. "The Major was to go directly to his quarters if he was not here by midnight, and would surely worry were I still absent. Have you ever met my friend? Pardon me--Captain Burns, Colonel Curran."