SYNOPSIS. Mrs. Varney, wife of a Confederate eneral, has lost one'son and another is dying from wounds. She reluctantly gives her consent for Wilfred, the youngest, to oin the army If his father consents. The ederals are making their last assault In an effort to capture Richmond. Edith Varney secures from President Davis a pommission for Capt. Thorne, who is just recovering from wounds, as chief of the telegraph at Richmond. Capt. Thorne tells Edith he has been ordered away, She declares he must not go and tells him “of the commissian from the presi- dent. He is strangely agitated and de- clares he cannot accept. Thorne decides the arrival of Caroline Mitford, sweetheart. “Stand still,” she said, as she meas ured the trousers from the walstband to the floor. “That is about the place, isn't it?” “Yes, just there.” “Wait,” she continued, mark it with a pin.” Wilfred stood quietly until the prop er length had been ascertained, and then he assisted Caroline to her feet “Do you see any scissors about?” she asked in a businesslike way. “I don't believe there are any in the drawing room, but I can get some from the women sewing over there Walt a moment.” “No, don't,” said the girl; “they would want to know what you wanted with them, and then you would have to tell them.” “Yes,” sald the boy; “and I want to keep this a secret between us.” “When are you going to wear them?” “As soon as you get them ready.” “But your mother—" “She knows it. She is going to write to father tonight. She said she would send it by a special messenger, 80 we ought to get an answer by to morrow.” “But if he says no?” “l am going anyway." “Oh, Wilfred, I am so glad. Why, it makes another thing of it,” cried the girl. in Richmond, I didn't know— do want to help all | can.” “You do? Well, then, for heaven's sake, be quick about it and cut off those trousers. So long as [| get them in the morning,” said Wilfred, “I guess it will be in plenty of time.” “until 1 going to write?” “Tonight.” “Of course, she doesn’t want you to go, and she'll tell your father not to let you. Yes,” she continued sagely, always do.” “What can 1 do, her. “Why don't you write to him your self, and then you can tell him just what you like.” “That's a fine idea. I'll tell him that then ” he asked i “Don’t assemble?” “l mean for the party. It doesn’t begin for half an hour yet, and-—" “Oh; then you have plenty of time.” “Yes,” sald Caroline. “But I will have to go now, sure enough.” scissors fell clattering to the floor. “You dropped your scissors, my dear,” said Mrs. Varney. she faltered in growing confusion. She came back for her scissors, and, in her agitation and nervousness, she dropped one of the pieces Qf trouser leg on the floor. “What are you making, Caroline?” at the little huddled-up soiled plece of gray on the carpet, while Caroline made a desperate grab at it “Oh, just altering an old-—dress, Mrs. Varney. That's all.” Mrs. Varney looked at her through her glasses. As she did so, Caroline's agitated movement caused the other trouser leg, with its half-severed end hanging from it, to dangle over her arm. “And what Is that?” asked Mrs. Var ney. “Oh — that's — er — one of the sleeves,” answered Caroline desperate. ly, hurrying out in great confusion. Mrs, Varney laughed softly to her self. As she did so, her glance fell upon the little heap of gray on the table. She picked it up and opened it. It was a gray jacket, a soldier's jacket. It looked as if it might be about Wil fred’s size. There was a bullet hole in the breast, and there was a dull browms stain around the opening Varney kissed the worn coat. She saw it all now. “For Wilfred,” she whispered. has probably got it from some dead dress that she was altering—" She clasped the jacket tightly to her breast, looked up, and smiled prayed through her tears. CHAPTER V. The Unfaithful Servant. But Mrs. Varney was not allowed to indulge in either her bitter retrospect or her dread anticipations very long was Interrupted by the the floor of the back porch. extended The long across the to enlist whether he says so or not. That'll make him say yes, won't it?” “Why, of course; there'll be nothing else for him to say.” “Say, you are a pretty good girl” said Wilfred, catching her hand im- pulsively. “I'll go upstairs and write it now. You finish these as soon as you can. You can ask those women for some scissors, and when they are ready leave them in this closet, but don't let anyone see you doing It, whatever happens.” “No, 1 won't,” sald Caroline, as Wil fred hurried off. She went over to the room where the women were sewing, and borrowed a pair of scissors; then she came back and started to cut off the trousers where they were marked. The cloth was old and worn, but it was, never. theless, stiff and hard, and her scls sors were dull. Men spent thelr time in sharpening other things than wom- en's tools during those days in Rich mond, and her slender fingers made hard work of the amputations. Be glide, she was prone to ston and think and dream of her soldler boy while engaged in this congenial work. She had not finished the alteration, there. fore, when she heard a step In the hall. She caught up the trousers, striv. ing to conceal them, entirely forget. ful of the jacket which lay on the table. “Oh,” sald Mrs. Varney, as she came into the room; “you haven't gone yet?” “No,” faltered the girl; “we don’t assemble for a little while, and" The sound was dropped the jacket on the couch and turned to the window. The sound of low, hushed volces came to her, and the next moment a tall, finelooking He was ary fullskiried frock coat of in his hand. very keen, sharpeyed movements were quick and stealthy, and whose quick, comprehensive Through the windows and the far door soldiers could be seen dimly. Mrs Varney was very indignant at the en trance of this newcomer in this un ceremonious manner, “Mr. Arrelsford!” haughtlly. she exclaimed cret service was by her side. Al though she was alone, through habit and excessive caution he lowered his voice when he spoke to her. “Your pardon, Mrs, Varney,” he sald, with just a shade too much of the peremptory for perfect breeding. “I was compelled to enter without ceremony. You will understand when I tell you why.” “And those men—" sald Mrs. Var ney, pointing to the back windows and the far door. “What have we done that we should be" “They are on guard.” “On guard!” exclaimed the woman, greatly surprised and equally resent. ful. ! “Yes, ma'am; and I am very much afraid we shall be compelled to put you to a little Inconvenlence; tem: porary, 1 assure you, but necessary.” He glanced about cautiously and point. ed to the door across the hall. "is there anybody in that room, Mrs. Var. ney? “Yes, a number of ladies sewing for ” night.” “Very good,” sald Arrelsford. “Will you kindly come a little farther away? I would not have them overhear by any possibility.” There was no possibility of anyone overhearing their conversation, but if Mr, Arrelsford ever erred {t was not through lack of caution. Still more astonished, Mrs. Varney followed him They stopped by the fireplace. “One of your servants has got him- self Into trouble, Mrs. Varney, and we're compelled to have him watched,” he began. “Watched by a squad of soldiers?” “It 1s well not to neglect any pre caution, ma'am.” °* “And what kind of trouble, pray?” asked the woman. “Very serious, I am sorry to say. At least that is the way it looks now. You've got an old white-halred butler here—" “You mean Jonas?” “I believe that's his name,” sald Ar relsford. “And thing?" » Mr. Arrelsford lowered and assumed you suspect him of some- his volce an alr of “We don't merely suspect him; know what he has done.” “And what has he done’ sir?” “He has been down to Libby prison we Yankees now has on his person a written com- munication from one of them which spy or agent, here in Richmond.” Mrs. Varney gasped in astonishment at this tremendous charge, which was manner. “1 don't believe it,” she said at last “He has been in the family for years; he wouldn't dare.” Arrelsford shook his head. “] am afraid it is true,” he said. “Very well,” sald Mrs. Varney cidedly, apparently not at all vinced. us see" S8he reached out her hand to bell-rope hanging from the wall, but Mr, Arrelsford caught her arm, evi dently to her great repugnance, “No, no!” he sald quickly, "not yet We have got to get that paper, and if de con He's alarmed he will destroy It will give us the This is some us from the inside. Two weeks ago telling us that | Lewis and Henry Dumont | interrupted Mrs. Varney, who was now | keenly attentive to all that was sald | “The very same.” “Why, thelr father Is a general the Yankee army.” “Yea; and they are in the federal secret service, and they are the bold est, {in the whole Yankee army done in They've “Yes?” mond, we have learned We of It close descriptions of both these men, but we have never been able to get our hands on either of them until last night." “Have you captured them?” “We've got one of them, and it won't take long to get the other,” sald Ar relsford, In a flerce, truculeat whis per w ¢ one you caught, was he here in Richmond?” asked Mrs. Varney, greatly affected by the other's over whelming emotion. “No, he was brought in last might with a lot of men we captured In a little sortie.” : “Taken prisoner?” “Yes, but without resistance.” “I don't understand.” “He let himself be taken. That's one of their tricks for getting into our lines when they want to bring a mes. sage or give some signal” “You mean that they deliberately al. - low themselves to be taken to Libb; prison?” “Yes, damn them!” sald Arrelsford harshly. but—" Mr. Arrelsford’'s oaths, like his pres ence, were nothipg to her, “We were on the lookout for this ly. 1 gave orders not to search him, and not to have his clothes away from him, but to put him in with the others and keep the closest watch on him that was ever kept on a man We knew from his coming in that his brother must be here in the city, and he'd send a message to him the first chance he got.” “But Jonas, how could he—" “Easily enough. He comes down to the prison to sell things to the prison ers with other negroes. We let him pass in, watching him as we watch them all. He fools around a while, un- til he gets a chance to brush against this man Dumont. My men are keep- ing that fellow under close observa- tion, and they saw a plece of paper pass between them. By my orders We want to catch the man to whom he is to deliver the “1 will never believe iL" “It is true, and that is the reason for these men on the back porch that I have put others at every window at the back of the house. He can't get away: he will have to give it up.” “And the man he gives it to will be the man you want?” sald Mrs. Varney. “Yes: but I can’t wait long. If that he will destroy it before we can jump in on him. I want the man, but I want paper, too. Excuse me.” He stepped to the back window. “Cor he sald softly. The long porch account of the tattered and dusty, instantly appeared “How are things now?” “All quiet now, sir.” “Very good,” said Arrelsford “] We've If we have the to play against us, and without it the “No, no,” urged Mrs. Varney. “The man he is going to give it to, get him.’ “Yes, ves, of course,” assented Ar “but that paper might give It not, I'll make the nigger Damn him, I'll shoot it out of How quickly can you get al tell him “In no time at all, sir. It's through He is in the pantry.” “Well,” sald Arrelsford, “take twc Walt,” sald Mrs. Varney; “1 still your story, but 1 am glad help. Why don't you keep your men out of sight and let me send for him bere, and then" Arrelsford thought a moment “That may be the better plan” “Get him in here are talking to him, they He won't Do you hear to he you corporal?” “Yes, sir.” “Keep your men out of sight: get we're making him talk, send a man down each side and pin him. Hold him stiff. He mustn't destroy any pape: he's got.” lute and left the room. The men dis appeared from the windows, and the back porch looked as empty as before The whole discussion and the move ments of the men had been practically noiseless, “Now, ready?” “Yes, ma'am.” Mrs. Varney rang the bell on the in stant, The two watched each other in tently, and in a moment old Marths appeared at the door. “Did you-all ring, ma'am?” “Yes,” sald Mrs. Varney; “I want some one to send to the hospital.” “Lauthah is out heah, ma'am.” “Lather? He's too small, 1 don't want a boy.” “Well, den, Jonas" “Yes, Jonas will do: tell him tec come in here immediately.” “Yas'm ” “Perhaps you had better sit down Mrs. Varney,” sald Arrelsford; “and it Mr. Arreisford, are you by the front window yonder.” Mrs. Varney, seating herself near the the window. Old Jonas entered the door just as they had placed them selves, Varney, entirely unsuspicious of any COMMERCIAL Weekly Review of Trade and Market Reports. 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The paper frills some times seen nowadays on cutlet bones are sald by the author to be a survival of the old custom. After smarting under foreign criticism on their, table manners, Englishmen turned to French “Rules of Civility,” and others were compiled In England. Readers were warned "not to wipe knife or fork on bread or the cloth, but on napkins.” They were also re. the table with knife or fork.” “Lady Rich's Closet of Rareties,” published in 16562, begs each gentlewoman to “observe to keep her body straight, and lean not by any means with her elbow, nor by ravenous gesture dis cover a voracious appetite.” Nor must she talk with her mouth full of meat nor "smack lke a pig" not eat spoon meat so hot that the tears stand in her eyes. “It is very uncomely.” the author adds, “to drink so lerge a draft that your breath fa cover yourself. Throwing down yom liquor as Into a funnel is an actiot fitter for a juggler than a gentle woman.” Whitelaw Reid to Newspaper Men. 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