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TEE DARLING OF TEE C.S.A.
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THE FIRST ATTACK
tucking up her telltale hair, she deftly placed a forage-cap over it.
The metamorphosis from a charming girl to a pale, resolute officer was startling, sudden and complete.
On the general's table, pinned down by the bag of gold, was a sheaf of official papers, and these she thrust into her coat pocket. "Oh, gold, gold," she murmured, "what crimes are committed in thy name ! ' ' Forthwith, she slipped the unearned reward into her pocket, -too, where it served as an excellent paper-weight, and crept to the flaps of the tent.
Even here,. too, almost touching the sentry's arm, the spirit of mischief swam serene over her sense of peril, for she picked up a bit of charcoal and scrawled the words "Thank you" on the canvas.
With that she stepped out, and the sentry wheeled, with his gun leveled at her breast.
"Guard that woman," she commanded, and, as if by magic, the menacing weapon was brought to attention, and the sentry resumed his beat.
A half -hour afterwards the skirmish line of powder-grimed, bullet-driven Confederates was almost paralyzed into the state of non-combatants to see a young Union officer riding helterskelter toward their thin line.
A tiny handkerchief fluttered in his
hand, and his mouth was open in a delightful grin, as one who treats war as the most veritable joke of all.
Suddenly some one shouted out, "The Lane girl," and she swept, untouched, thru the cheering, waving line.
General Morton's division stood drawn up, deployed in line of battle, a few hundred yards back of the skirmish line. The news of Agnes' coming seemed to have gone down before her on the wind, for as the slight figure in blue rode like the wind down the brown ranks, the hardiest veteran could not restrain his ' ' rebel yell ' ' at her approach. An army of eyes, seemed to bore thru her, now that danger was past, and she slid from! her horse before the general.
"These papers are of great value," he said, glancing thru them ; " a complete detail of the Federal forces, and what is even better, information that their relief is unable to cross the Tennessee today."
If the daring girl had blushed to the roots of her hair with modesty as she had run the battery of eyes, her flush of pure happiness at the general's commendation more than outdid her former color.
"I regret to report, General," she said, standing at attention, "that by force of circumstances I was compelled to inform the enemy about the