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FACE TO FACE ONCE MORE. ‘59 - “Never mind—you may spare the place, Snyder,” he continued. “*Captain——”? “*T will take the responsibility from your shoulders, lieutenant. I am satisfied these people are all right. } “Why, captain, this young woman is a regular Southern spitfire. ’’ ‘‘Never mind, Snyder; you will obey orders. Re- mount and go forward ; I will overtake you in a few moments. ’’ The officer saluted, and calling his squad together, they rode off down the road at a smart pace, their ac- coutrements jingling merrily as they went. - Bertha: = ‘“Captain Chetwood,’’ she said, with simple dig- nity, ‘‘I thank you for your manly interference in our behalf. I shall remember it with—with erati- tude.’? Orvin Clymore now came forward, his face still showing traces of the anxious suspense of the last half-hour. , ‘Vou are a Union officer. Allow me to thank you for this act of kindness. Had you not appeared so opportunely, I had been a ruined man,’’ cried the old Virginian, tremulously. ‘(No thanks are necessary, sir,’ returned Royal, with a half-smile. ‘‘I regret that you were molested. But our men are scouring the valley, and their orders are imperative. It is one of the vicissitudes of war, that the non-combatant must sometimes suffer. You unfortunately are now on the edge of the conflict, and consequently a shuttle-cock for friend and foe. Miss McVane, may I have a few moments’ conversation with you?’” “*VYou have met my niece before ?’’ said the former, interrogatively. “Ves, at her father’ s home in Charleston, on the eve of the war.’ (elo) AAl G 00 SS