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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, APRIL 21. 1927.
Illustrated fcv Henrv Tav Lee
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"Bound to the North"
It was one of those hot Southern
midnights, when the stars them
selves seem overtaken with drowsi
ness and droo from the ranks as
weary soldiers do.
Street-lamps threw a circle of light
on the pavement; beyond the circle's
rim was soft, impenetrable blackness.
Out of this a slender young man
suddenly emerged and leaned against
the lamp-post for a moment, breath
ing sharp breaths.
A short rest seemed to revive tWe
youth. He straightened, clicked his
heels together and stepped forward.
The dim yellow light held his back
in view for half a dozen steps. The
youth did not reappear in the next
circle of light.
The quality of the street was good.
The flanking rows of brick residences
with their white marble steps, pre
sented a dignified front in the day
time. Into one of these houses the
young man had gone. Sile;.tly he
mounted the stairs to his room, en
tered and flung himself upon the bed,
burying his face deep into the pil
lows to stifle the wild and passionate
sobs he could no longer repress.
Along the road to the north, be
yond the grim cordon of sentries,
eleven men were racing their horses.
They rode like furies.
Death was not only behind them
but lay in ambush before them.
Death was ready, but the sleeping
telegraph operator was not.
By the time he awoke, sensed the
message hammering at his key and
gave the alarm, the night-riders had
slipped through into a passively
of the sheet.
John Kennedy, D.D.
What the literal translations were
she had not the least idea, but she
did know that they were code-names
belonging to a free-lance organiza
tion known only to the War Office
and the Secret Service in Washing
ton. She had heard of this little band,
but never, until last night, had her
path and theirs crossed. This or
ganization was composed, with one
exception, of young men, educated,
well-born, daring and reckless be
yond belief in other words, spies
who individually performed as many
wonders for their cause as she per
formed for hers.
And for weeks they had been here
in Kichmond, stealing Jts nearis
blood, drop by drop! They had had
the daring to permit her to carry
away those code-namesl Was it be
cause their work was really done
and that they would now scatter and
keep scattered until the war was at
Only one face she had seen, but she
would remember that ah, she would
remember that until she diedj"
Eleven men against one woman
so be it! She took up the gauntlet;
and woe to them!
One by one would she track hein
down, ruthless, without mercy. They
had trampled her pride in dust, mock
ed her; so would she trample upon
their honor and mock them.
Not for nothing had she been giv
en beauty and a facile tongue. She
placed the paper in the bosom of her
dress, rose and went down to break
fast, smiling. She had the strength
You are wasting time."
"Do you love any man?"
He eyed her exquisite beauty. "Do
you expect to go through life with
I don't know," she answered
frankly. "But I hope that I may.
I want revenge. My father, my broth
ers, whom I loved, have given their
lives freely. I wish to add mine."
So young and so terribly seriousl
"Jeanne Beaufort, you shall have
your revenge. Come; I will take you
to the president himself. We need
women, need their arts and guile.
Tomorrow you shall start for Wash
ineton. You shall become a member
I of some family we trust. Choose some
I name, and always in Washington be
Known by it. Ana nna a man oy
the name of Parson Kennedy. Bring
him into our lines, and you will have
served the cause to a far greater
extent than your father or brothers.
To-morrow I shall give you all your
instructions, codes and so forth."
An officer came into the room. He
looked like a Creole, Spanish in color
and French in gracefulness. He paus
"Ah, Morgan," said the Secretary;
"this is Miss Beaufort. Just a mo
il ent, until I see if the President is
Henry Morgan fell In love with
Jeanne on the spot. Jeanne, on her
side, saw a handsome young officer
in butternut. She forgot all about
him the moment he was gone.
Lifter she learned something defi
nite regarding Henry Morgan. He
gave to the world the impression that
he was a rattlepate; vain he really
was; but underneath this vanity was
a matchless valor. This discovery
rather interested her; for no woman
is left untouched in the presence
of a brave man.
Soon she reconstructed her opin
on of him as a whole. His grace
was due to muscles as strong and
highly tempered as watch-springs;
and his rattle-patedness cloaked a
mind as sinister and flexible as Mach
Presently the girl on the bed
Sighed, turned and awoke.
As dawn kindled the tree-tops they
drew down to a walk. There was
110 chatter, no jesting, no expression
of thankfulness over their escape.
Only one made speech. It was a mat
ter of directions, for now each man
must go his own way, as once more
they were in a hostile country. They
divided at the first fork in the road,
divided at the next, and so on until
each man rode alone.
Ten eventually reached Washing
ton. The eleventh, when he was pos
itive that his comrades were well on
their way, wheeled about his horse
and returned to the main pike, and in
leisurely stages wended his way back
to Richmond, through blue lines and
When the brillian tmorning sun
shine poured into a certain window
in that beleaguered city (for it was
in the summer of 1864), it gilded a
grimy, tear-stained face, small, grimy
hands flung out upon the pillow, and
powdered with fine sparks the tousled
locks of hair which matched the color
of the copper-beech.
The tenant of this room might
easily have passed as a boy at night,
for the figure was boyish; but in the
daylight the male attire could not
wholly disguise the delicate contours
of the satiny smoothness of the skin.
The tear-stained face did not speak
of a higher order of courage; yet
Jeanne Beaufort was as brave and
daring as any woman in the South.
At that time the North knew her
neither by name nor by feature; but
it had often sensed the danger of
her wit and resource, seen a care
fully built campaign tumble like a
house of cards in the wind.
So it began to grope for her as one
person gropes for another in the
dark. So the tears had no bearing
upon that attribute of courage.
The room she occupied was in the
house of her aunt, her mother's sis
ter, a widow. Mrs. Wetmore never
questioned her niece in regard to
her mysterious absences.
Upon a lowboy, which served as a
dressing-table, stood three photo
graphs. Each rested in a little frame
of mourning: Jeanne's father and her
Presently the girl on the bed sigh
ed, turned and awoke. She blinked
a little, rubbed her eyes and smiled.
But the sight of that grimy hand
obliterated the smile instantly.
She jumped up and stood in the
middle of the room, palsied with ter
ror. With fumbling fingers she fe:t
into the inner pocket of the coat she
wore and drew out a crumpled sheet
of paper. It was true, thenl This
thing, this abominable, cowardly
thing had happened.
She made a wild gesture as if to
tear this dreadful testimony into tat
ters, and paused. She laid the paper
on the dresser, discarded her male
attire, bathed, dressed and then sat
down on the edge fo the bed and
studied, not the body of the docu
ment, but the hieroglyphics which
cascaded from there to the bottom
to do that. .
Jeanne Beaufort was the daughter
of Lawrence Beaufort, a wealthy Vir
ginia tobacco-planter. There were
five in the family: Beaufort, his spin
ster sister, his two boys and the girl.
The mother had been dead since
Father and sister took care of her
mind, and the brothers saw to it that
she should b6 sane in body also. She
sang and played delightfully; her wit
was nimble, in argument she was
wise; and her brothers taught her
how to walk through a forest with
out crackling a twig, to break and
tame fiery thoroughbreds, to shoot,
The plantation was like hundreds
of its kind: enormous veranda-pillars
and rambling wings and French
windows. Below, on the river brim,
was a clean little gathering of cabins
for the plantation slaves.
Upop the peace and plenty of this
happy little duchy fell the thunder
bolt of war. Beaufort accepted a
colonelcy in a local regiment, and the
boys sought glory under Pickett.
When the news came to Jeanne
that her father had fallen at Manas
sas and that his beloved body had
been buried there, her grief had been
terrible. The death of her two bro
thers at Cemetery Hill left her out
wardly unmoved. She did not close
the piano; she did not wear mourn
ing; and when the spinster-aunt
mildly remonstrated with this con
duct, which she said was lacking in
leverence to the dead, the girl whirl
ed upon her: "I'm a woman. I can't
shoulder a musket; I can't go forth
end demand of the North an eye for
eye, a tooth for a tooth. But hear
me, Auntie: I'll have that eye, I'll
have that tooth!"-
A week later Jeanne said: "I am
going to Richmond."
"To visit your Aunt Delia; I think
it a good plan, child."
"I'll be home from time to time,
unless the enemy stands in between.
And even then, I'll come."
"Shall we win?"
"God knows, but win or lose, the
Yankees shall pay a price."
Jeanne knew but little of Rich
mond. This turned out very well for
her later; neither friend nor foe
knew anything about the personality
of Jeanne Beaufort.
This time, however, she dabbled
a little in the frivolous, but all with
a grim purpose. Step by step she
maneuvered until at last she stood in
the presence of the one man she
"But you are so young," he pro
tested "scarcely twenty."
"I am very, very old," she replied
with a dry little smile. "And I am
all alone, besides."
"There are terrible risks death
always to face, and perhaps dishon
"I am ready. I want revenge."
"To play at love, to suffer the touch
of men you despise, in order to gain
their secrets that is not a pleasant
task for a well-bred woman. War is
not always won by bullets; duplicity
plays its part."
"You are trying to discourage me.
iavelli's. In their frequent encoun
ters in Richmond he fascinated and
repelled her at the same time. He
was always about to join his regi
ment at the front, but aomehow he
never did; and yet for weeks he
would disappear completely. When
he returned he was always a little
thinner, a little harder, a little less
When he began to make love to
ler, she was at first amused. But
when she realized that he was in ear
nest, she broke up his dream some-
That was the last of it. apparently.
He disappeared again, and her duties
compelled her to return to Washing
ton. (Second fine Installment of thla
story in Heppner Gazette Times next
week.) Read it every week.
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