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"You are bent on perpetrating further gaiety to-night," said the latter, glancing at the ball-dresses of the two cousins; "are you in the colours of the Houston faction, or in those of the Peabody." "Not in pea-green, certainly," returned Eve, laughing "as you may see; but in simple white." "You intend then to be 'led a measure' at Mrs. Houston's.
Get 'em in Houston's at once into the President's whenever the time is ripe. I send the substance to Washington and I send many other such things. But I never feel sure that they reach the President. The most confidential letter I have written was lost in Washington, and there is pretty good testimony that it reached the Secretary's desk. But I keep at it.
They worked nearly all night in the bare room, and when Houston sought his room he was exhausted. Houston's room was a bare little place, lighted by a tallow candle, and although it was not long until day he sat there a while before lying down. A man of wide experience, he alone, with the exception of Roylston, knew how desperate was the situation of the Texans.
They're going to open another fellow's road, for the publicity and the good will that's in it." A grin came to Houston's lips, the first one in weeks. He banged Ba'tiste on his heavily wadded shoulder. "That's the kind of railroad to work for!" "Ah, oui! And when eet come through ah, we shall help to build it."
His face did not resemble Houston's in the least, but something in his manner reminded Miss Gladden of her lover, and she watched him with a sort of fascination. As she and Lyle walked homeward together, the latter asked: "What do you think now of my friend, Miss Gladden?" And Miss Gladden replied thoughtfully, "I think, my dear, that he is one of earth's heroes."
But that did look mighty queer anyhow, their going 'round to see the old chap, and I'll wager there's something in it, too. I shouldn't wonder if that Van Dorn is out here in the interest of that old party who was looking at mines a while ago, and with Houston's help is going to get a few pointers. Jack knows pretty well what is going on around here, and may be a little money would make him talk.
He will simply work under your direction and supervision, the responsibility will all devolve upon you." For the next day or two, Houston's time was spent at the mines, familiarizing himself with the underground workings, and becoming acquainted with the different classes and grades of ore, and the various methods of mining and reducing the same.
It was a little more than a month after his marriage when he met a friend, and, taking him out into a strip of quiet woodland, said to him: "I have something to tell you, but you must not ask me anything about it. My wife and I will separate before long. She will return to her father's, while I must make my way alone." Houston's friend seized him by the arm and gazed at him with horror.
It was these qualities which fitted him so well for a spy, in which capacity he rendered invaluable services to Houston's army during the war of independence. He always went alone, and generally obtained the information desired. His habits in private life were equally singular. He could never be persuaded to sleep under the roof of a house, or even to use a tent-cloth.
Houston's voice, only a few feet from me, saying in a low tone, 'There may be considerable danger ahead of us, but you are just the one I need, and you will be well compensated, and Mr.
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