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The letter was as follows:

"My DEAR Mu. WINGFIELD: I did not see how you would be
able to buy a cart, and I was sure that you could not obtain one
with the funds in your possession. As from what you have said I
knew that you would not in the least mind the expense, I have
taken the matter upon myself, and have bought from your landlady
a cart and horse, which will, I think, suit you well. I have paid for
them a hundred and fifty dollars, which you can remit me with the
hundred I handed you yesterday. Sincerely trusting that you may
succeed in carrying out your plans in safety, and with kind regards
to yourself and Miss Kingston,

"I remain, yours truly,

"JAMES SPENCER."

"That is a noble fellow," Vincent said, "and I trust, for his sake as
well as our own, that we shall get safely through. Now, Lucy, I
think you had better go into the town the first thing and buy some
clothes of good homely fashion. What with the water and the
bushes your dress is grievously dilapidated, to say the least of it.
Dan can go with you and buy a suit for me-those fitted for a young
farmer. We shall look like a young farmer and his sister jogging
comfortably along to market; we can stop -and buy a stock of
goods at some farm on the way."

"That will be capital," the girl said. "I have been greatly ashamed
of my old dress, hut knowing we were running so short, and that
every dollar was of consequence, I made the best of it; now that
we are in funds we can afford to be respectable."

Lucy started early the next morning for the town, and the shopping
was satisfactorily accomplished. They returned by eleven o'clock.
The new purchases were at once donned, and half an hour later
they set off in the cart, Vincent sitting on the side driving, Lucy in
the corner facing him on a basket turned topsy-turvy, Dan and
Chioe on a thick bag of rushes in the bottom of the cart.


CHAPTER XIV. ACROSS THE BORDER.

DAN ON his return with the cart had brought back a message from
its late owner to say that if she could in any way be of use to them
she should be glad to aid them. Her farm lay on the road they were
now following, and they determined therefore to stop there. As the
cart drew up at the door the woman came out.

"Gad to see you," she said; "come right in. It's strange now you
should have been lodging in my house for more than six weeks and
I should never have set eyes on you before. The doctor talked to
me a heap about you, but I didn't look to see quite such a young
couple."

Lucy colored hotly and was about to explain that they did not stand
in the supposed relationship to each other, but Vincent slightly
shook his head. It was not worth while to undeceive the woman,
and although they had agreed to pass as brother and sister Vincent
was determined not to tell an untruth about it unless deceit was
absolutely necessary for their safety.

"And you want to get out of the way without questions being
asked, I understand?" the woman went on. "There are many such
about at present. I don't want to ask no questions; the war has
brought trouble enough on me. Now is there anything I can do? If
so, say it right out."

"Yes, there is something you can do for us. We want to fill up our
cart with the sort of stuff you take to market-apples and pumpkins,
and things of that sort. If we had gone to buy them anywhere else
there might have been questions asked. From what the doctor said
you can let us have some."

"I can do that. The storeroom's chuck full; and it was only a few
days ago I said to David it was time we set about getting them off.
I will fill your cart, sir; and not overcharge you neither. It will
save us the trouble of taking it over to Columbia or Camden, for
there's plenty of garden truck round Mount Pleasant, and one
cannot get enough to pay for the trouble of taking them there."

The cart was soon filled with apples, pumpkins, and other
vegetables, and the price put upon them was very moderate.

"What ought we to ask for these?." Vincent soon inquired. " One
does not want to be extra cheap or dear."

The woman informed them of the prices they might expect to get
for the produce; and they at once started amid many warm good
wishes from her.

Before leaving the farm the woman had given them a letter to her
sister who lived a mile from Camden.

"It's always awkward stopping at a strange place," she said, "and
farmers don't often put up at hotels when they drive in with garden
truck to a town, though they may do so sometimes; besides it's
always nice being with friends. I will write a line to Jane and tell
her you have been my tenants at Woodford and where you are
going, and ask her to take you in for the night and give you a note
in the morning to any one she or her husband may know a good bit
along that road."

When they reached the house it was dark, but directly Vincent
showed the note the farmer and his wife heartily bade them come
in.

"Your boy can put up the horse at the stab]e, and you are heartily
welcome. But the house is pretty full, and we can't make you as
comfortable as we should wish at night; but still we will do our
best."

Vincent and Lucy were soon seated by the fire. Their hostess
bustled about preparing supper for them, and the children, of
whom the house seemed full, stared shyly at the newcomers. As
soon as the meal was over, Chloe's wants were attended to, and a
hunch of bread and bacon taken out by the farmer to Dan in the
stables. The children were then packed off to bed, and the farmer
and his wife joined Vincent and Lucy by the fire.

"As to sleeping," the woman said, "John and I have been talking it
over, and the best way we can see is that you should sleep with me,
ma'am, and we will make up a bed on the floor here for my
husband and yours."

"Thank you-that will do very nicely; though I don't like interfering
with your arrangements."

"Not at all, ma'am, not at all, it makes a nice change having some
one come in, especially of late, when there is no more pleasure in
going about in this country, and people don't go out after dark
more than they can help. Ah! it's a bad time. My sister says you
are going west, but I see you have got your cart full of garden
truck. How you have raised it so soon I don't know; for Liza wrote
to me two months since as she hadn't been able to sell her place,
and it was just a wilderness. Are you going to get rid of it at
Camden to-morrow?"

Vincent had already been assured as to the politics of his present
host and hostess, and he therefore did not hesitate to say:

"The fact is, madam, we are anxious to get along without being
questioned by any Yankee troops we may fall in with; and we have
bought the things you see in the cart from your sister, as, going
along with a cart full, any one we met would take us for farmers
living close by on their road to the next market-town."

"Oh, oh! that's it!" the farmer said significantly. "Want to get
through the lines, eh?"

Vincent nodded.

"Didn't I think sot" the farmer said, rubbing his hands. "I thought
directly my eyes hit upon you that you did not look the cut of a
granger. Been fighting-eh? and they are after you?"

I don't think they are after me here," Vincent said. "But I have seen
a good deal of fighting with Jackson and Stuart; and I am just
getting over a collar-bone which was smashed by a Yankee bullet."

"You don't say!" the farmer exclaimed. "Well, I should have gone
out myself if it hadn't been for Jane and the children. But there are
such a lot of them that I could not bring myself to run the chance
of leaving them all on her hands. Still, I am with them heart and
soul."

"Your wife's sister told me that you were on the right side,"
Vincent said, "and that I could trust you altogether."

"Now, if you tell me which road you want to go, I don't mind if I
get on my horse to-morrow and ride with you a stage, and see you
put for the night. I know a heap of people, and I am sure to be
acquainted with some one whichever road you may go. We are
pretty near all the right side about here, though, as you get further
on, there are lots of Northern men. Now, what are your ideas as to
the roads?"

Vincent told him the route he intended to take.

"You ought to get through there right enough," the farmer said.
"There are some Yankee troops moving about to the west of the
river, but not many of them; and oven if you fell in with them, with
your cargo of stuff they would not suspect you. Anyhow, I expect
we can get you passed down so as always to be among friends. So
you fought under Jackson and Stuart, did you? Ah, they have done
well in Virginia! I only wish we bad such men here. What made
you take those two darkies along with you? I should have thought
you would have got along better by yourself."

"We Couldn't very well leave them," Vincent said; "the boy has
been with me all through the wars, and is as true as steel. Old
Chloe was Lucy's nurse, and would have broken her heart had she
been left behind."

"They are faithful creatures when they are well treated. Mighty
few of them have run away all this time from their masters, though
in the parts the Yankees hold there is nothing to prevent their
bolting if they have a mind to it. I haven't got no niggers myself. I
tried them, but they want more looking after than they are worth;
and I can make a shift with my boys to help me, and hiring a hand
in busy times to work the farm. Now, sir, what do you think of the
look-out?"

The subject of the war fairly started, his host talked until midnight,
long before which hour Lucy and the farmer's wife had gone off to
bed.

"We will start as soon as it is light," the farmer said, as he and
Vincent stretched themselves upon the heap of straw covered with
blankets that was to serve as their bed, Chloe having hours before
gone up to share the bed of the negro girl who assisted the farmer's
wife in her management of the house and children.

"It's best to get through Camden before people are about. There
are Yankee soldiers at the bridge, but it will be all right you
driving in, however early, to sell your stuff. Going out you ain't
likely to meet with Yankees; but as it would look queer, you taking
your garden truck out of the town, it's just as well to be on the road
before people are about. Once you get five or six miles the other
side you might be going to the next place to sell your stuff."

"That is just what I have been thinking," Vincent said, "and I agree
with you the earlier we get through Camden the better."

Accordingly as soon as daylight appeared the horso was put in tbe
cart, the farmer mounting his own animal, and with a hearty
good-by from his wife the party started away. The Yankee
sentinels at each end of the bridge were passed without questions,
for early as it was the carts were coming in with farm produce. As
yet the streets of the town were almost deserted, and the farmer,
who before starting had tossed a tarpaulin into the back of the cart,
said:

"Now, pull that over all that stuff, and then any one that meets us
will think that you are taking out bacon and groceries and such like
for some store way off."

This suggestion was carried out, and Camden was soon left
behind. A few carts were met as they drove along. The farmer
knew some of the drivers and pulled up to say a few words to
them. After a twenty-mile drive they stopped at another farm,
where their friend's introduction ensured them as cordial a
welcome as that upon the preceding evening. So step by step they
journeyed on, escorted in almost every case by their host of the
night before and meeting with no interruption. Once they passed a
strong body of Federal cavalry, but these supposing that the party
belonged to the neighborhood asked no questions; and at last, after
eight days' traveling, they passed two posts which marked the
boundary between Tennessee and Alabama.

For the last two days they had been beyond the point to which the
Federal troops had penetrated. They now felt that all risk was at
an end. Another day's journey brought them to a railwaystation,
and they learned that the trains were running as usual, although
somewhat irregular as to the hours at which they came along or as
to the time they took upon their journey. The contents of the cart
had been left at the farm at which they stopped the night before,
and Vincent had now no difficulty in disposing of the horse and
cart, as he did not stand out for price, but took the first offer made.
Two hours later a train came along, and the party were soon on
their way to the east. After many hours' traveling they reached
Rome, in Georgia, and then proceeded by the southern line a few
miles to Macon, at which place they alighted and hired a
conveyance to take them to Antioch, near which place Lucy's
relatives resided.

The latter part of the journey by rail had been a silent one. Lucy
felt none of the pleasure that she had expected at finding herself
safely through her dangers and upon the point of joining relations
who would be delighted to see her, and she sat looking blankly out
of the window at the surrounding country. At last Vincent, who
had been half an hour without speaking, said.

Are you sorry our journey is just over, Lucy ?"

The girl's lip quivered, but she did not speak for a moment. "Of
course it is unpleasant saying good-by when people have been
together for some time," she said with an effort.

"I hope it will not be good-by for long," he said. "I shall he back
here as soon as this horrible war is over."

"What for?" the girl asked, looking round in surprise. "You live a
long way from here, and you told me you knew nobody in these
parts."

I know you," Vincent said, "and that is quite enough. Do you not
know that I love you?"

The girl gave a start of surprise, her cheek flushed, but her eyes did
not drop as she looked frankly at him.

"No, Vin," she said after a pause, "I never once thought you loved
me, never once. You have not been a bit like what I thought
people were when they felt like that."

"I hope not, Lucy. I was your protector then, that is to say when
you were not mine. Your position has been trying enough, and I
should have been a blackguard if I had made it more
uncomfortable than it was by showing you that I cared for you. I
have tried my best to be what people thought me-your brother; but
now that you are just home and among your own people, I think I
may speak and tell you how I feel toward you and how I have
loved you since the moment I first saw you. And you, Lucy, do
you think you could care for me?"

"Not more than I do now, Vin. I love you with all my heart. I have
been trying so hard to believe that I didn't, because I thought you
did not care for me that way."

For some minutes no further word was spoken. Vin cent was the
first to speak:

"It is horrid to have to sit here in this stiff, unnatural way, Lucy,
when one is inclined to do something outrageous from sheer
happiness. These long, open cars, where people can see from end
to end what every one is doing, are hateful inventions. It is
perfectly absurd, when one finds one's self the happiest fellow
living, that one is obliged to look as demure and solemn as if one
was in church."

"Then you should have waited, sir," the girl said.

"I meant to have waited, Lucy, until I got to your home, but
directly I felt that there was no longer any harm in my speaking,
out it came; but it's very hard to have to wait for hours perhaps."

"To wait for what?" Lucy asked demurely.

"You must wait for explanations until we are alone, Lucy. And
now I think the train begins to slacken, and it is the next station at
which we get out."

"I think, Lucy," Vincent said, when they approached the house of
her relatives, "you and Chloe had better get out end go in by
yourselves and tell your story. Dan and I will go to the inn, and I
will come round in an hour. If we were to walk in together like
this it would be next to impossible for you to explain how it all
came about."

"I think that would be the best plan. My two aunts are the kindest
creatures possible, but no doubt they will be bewildered at seeing
me so suddenly. I do think it would be best to let me have a talk
with them and tell them all about it before you appear upon the
scene."

"Very well, then, in an hour I will come in.

When they arrived at the gate, therefore, Vincent helped Lucy and
Chloe to alight, and then jumping into the buggy again told the
driver to take him to the inn.

Having engaged a room and indulged in a thorough wash Vincent
sallied out into the little town, and was fortunate enough to
succeed in purchasing a suit of tweed clothes, which, although
they scarcely fitted him as if they had been made for him, were
still an immense improvement upon the rough clothes in which he
had traveled. Returning to the hotel he put on his new purchases,
and then walked to the house of Lucy's aunts, which was a quarter
of a mile outside the town.

Lucy had walked up the little path through the garden in front of
the house, and turning the handle of the door had entered
unannounced and walked straight into the parlor. Two elderly
ladies rose with some surprise at the entry of a strange visitor. It
was three years since she had paid her last visit there, and for a
moment they did not recognize her.

"Don't you know me, aunts?"

"Why, goodness me!" the eldest exclaimed, "if it isn't our little
Lucy grown into a woman! My dear child, where have you sprung
from?" And the two ladies warmly embraced their niece, who, as
soon as they released her from their arms, burst into a fit of crying,
and it was some time before she could answer the questions
showered upon her.

"It is nothing, aunts," she said at last, wiping her eyes; "but I am so
glad to be with you again, and I have gone through so much, and I
am so happy, and it is so nice being with you again. Here is Chloe
waiting to speak to you, aunts. She has come with me all the
way."

The old negress, who had been waiting in the passage, was now
called in.

"Why, Chloe, you look no older than when you went away from
here six years ago," Miss Kingston said. "But how ever did you
both get through the lines? We have been terribly anxious ahout
you. Your brother was here only a fortnight ago, and he and your
father were in a great way about you, and reproached themselves
bitterly that they did not send you to us before the troubles began,
which certainly would have been a wiser step, as I told them. Of
course your brother said that when they left you to join the army
they had no idea that matters were going so far, or that the
Yankees would drive us out of Tennessee, or they would never
have dreamed of leaving you alone. However, here you are, so
now tell me all about it."

Lucy told the story of the various visits of the Federal
bushwhackers to the house, and how they had narrowly escaped
death for refusing to betray the Confederate officer who had come
to the house for food. Her recital was frequently interrupted by
exclamations of indignation and pity from her aunts.

"Well, aunts, after that," she went on, "you see it was impossible
for me to stop there any longer. No doubt they came back again a
few hours afterward and burned the house, and had I been found
there I should have been sure to be burned in it, so Chloe agreed
with me that there was nothing to do but to try and get through the
lines and come to you. There was no way of my getting my living
at Nashville except by going out as a help, and there might have
been some difficulties about that."

"Quite right, my dear. It was clearly the best thing for you to come
to us-indeed, the only thing. But how in the world did you two
manage to travel alone all that distance and get through the Federal
lines?"

"You see, we were not alone, aunts," Lucy said; "the Confederate
officer and his servant were coming through, and of course they
took care of us. We could never have got through alone, and as
Chloe was with me we got on very nicely; hut we have been a long
time getting through, for in that fight, where he saved my life and
killed five of the band, he had his shoulder broken by a pistol
bullet, and we had to stop in a farmhouse near Mount Pleasant,
and he was very ill for some time, but the doctor who attended him
was a true Southerner, and so we were quite safe till he was able to
move again."

"And who is this officer, Lucy?" Miss Kingston asked rather
anxiously.

"He is a Virginian gentleman, auntie. His mother has large estates
near Richmond. He was in the cavalry with Stuart, and was made
prisoner while he was lying wounded and insensible, at Antietam;
and I think, auntie, that that-" and she hesitated-" some day we are
going to be married."

Oh, that's it, is it?" the old lady said kindly. "Well, I can't say
anything about that until I see him, Lucy. Now tell us the whole
story, and then we shall be better able to judge about it. I don't
think, my dear, that while you were traveling under his protection
he ought to have talked to you about such things."

"He didn't, auntie; not until we were half a mile from the station
here. I never thought he cared for me the least bit; he was just like
a brother to me-just like what Jack would have been if he had been
bringing me here."

"That's right, my dear; I am glad to hear it. Now, let us hear all
about it."

Lucy told the whole story of her escape and her adventures, and
when she had finished her aunts nodded to each other.

"That's all very satisfactory, Lucy. It was a difficult position to be
placed in, though I don't see how it was to be avoided, and the
young man really seems to have hehaved very well. Don't you
think so, Ada?" The younger Miss Kingston agreed, and both were
prepared to receive Vincent with cordiality when he appeared

The hour had been considerably exceeded when Vincent came to
the door. He felt it rather an awkward moment when he was
ushered into the presence of Lucy's aunts, who could scarcely
restrain an exclamation of surprise at his youth, for although Lucy
had said nothing about his age, they expected to meet an older
man, the impression being gained from the recital of his bravery in
attacking singlehanded twelve men, and by the manner in which he
had piloted the party through their dangers.

We are very glad to see you-my sister Ada and myself," Miss
Kingston said, shaking hands cordially with their visitor. "Lucy
has been telling us all about you; but we certainly expected from
what you had gone through that you were older."

"I am two or three years older than she is, Miss Kingston, and I
have gone through so much in the last three years that I feel older
than I am. She has told you, I hope, that she has been good enough
to promise to be my wife some day?"

"Yes, she has told us that, Mr. Wingfield; and although we don't
know you personally, we feel sure-my sister Ada and I-from what
she has told us of your behavior while you have been together that
you are an honorable gentleman, and we hope and believe that you
will make her happy."

"I will do my best to do so," Vincent said earnestly. "As to my
circumstances, I shall in another year come into possession of
estates sufficient to keep her in every comfort."

"I have no doubt that that is all satisfactory, Mr. Wingfield, and
that her father will give his hearty approval when he hears all the
circumstances of the case. Now, if you will go into the next room,
Mr. Wingfield, I will call her down"-for Lucy bad run upstairs
when she heard Vincent knock.

"I dare say you will like a quiet talk together," she added smiling,
"for she tells me you have never been alone together since you
started."

Lucy required several calls before she came down. A new shyness
such as she had never before felt bad seized her, and it was with
flushed cheeks and timid steps that she at last came downstairs,
and it needed an encouraging-" Go in, you silly child, your lover
will not eat you," before she turned the handle and went into the
room where Vincent was expecting her.

Vincent had telegraphed from the first station at which he arrived
within the limits of the Confederacy to his mother, announcing his
safe arrival there, and asking her to send money to him at Antioch.
Her letter in reply reached him three days after his arrival. It
contained notes for the amount he wrote for; and while expressing
her own and his sisters' delight at hearing he had safely reached the
limits of the Confederacy, she expressed not a little surprise at the
out-of-the-way place to which he had requested the money to be
sent.

"We have been examining the maps, my dear boy," she said, "and
find that it is seventy or eighty miles out of your direct course, and
we have puzzled ourselves in vain as to why you should have made
your way there. The girls guess that you have gone there to deliver
in person some message from one of your late fellow-prisoners to
his family. I am not good at guessing, and am content to wait until
you return home. We hope that you will leave as soon as you get
the remittance. We shall count the hours until we see you. Of
course we learned from a Yankee paper smuggled through the
lines that you had escaped from prison, and have been terribly
anxious about you ever since. We are longing to hear your
adventures."