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Do you know that I was to have married Mistress Royal?" Harwin assented again. "Who told you?" "Mistress Archdale." "Ah! yes, the little golden-haired one that thinks herself such a beauty." "She is infinitely more than she can think herself," cried Harwin. Edmonson turned upon him a look of malign triumph. "Ah!" he said. "You suffer, too." He was silent for an instant.
They set out on the 5th of October with three negro attendants, two belonging to Washington, and one to the doctor. The whole party was mounted, and there was a led horse for the baggage. It was garrisoned by two companies of royal Irish, commanded by a Captain Edmonson.
In the morning the shadow of danger seemed to shrink away in the sunlight, and Elizabeth went back to her duties with a spirit firm, if not untroubled. She saw nothing to give her fresh alarm. She found that Edmonson had excused his act to the spectators as a touch of delirium accompanying fever, and the next day he had fever beyond question, though not enough to be very dangerous.
He raised a company of Home Guards, but he could enlist only the ruffians of the vicinity," replied Milton, as he drew the picture of the leader of the guerillas; and Deck thought the lawyer was not unlike some of the Secessionists of Butler and Edmonson Counties.
"But, on your honor, you are not to betray my plans, or I have no chance at all," he added, suddenly facing his companion. "What do you take me for, a traitor?" "No," exclaimed Edmonson with an oath. "For a tattler, then?" "No," came the answer again. "Only, inadvertence is sometimes as mischievous in its results." "I, inadvertent?" cried Bulchester. His listener smiled slyly.
Colonel Price lost no time in taking such measures as his limited resources permitted. Edmonson was directed to come immediately to Santa Fe to take command of the capital; and Burgwin to follow Price as fast as possible to the scene of hostilities.
My thoughts were much saddened to-day by the news, which I received this week, of the death of Mary Edmonson. It is not for her that I could weep; for she died as calmly and serenely as she lived, resigning her soul into the hands of her Savior.
"Bulchester's backing out," cried Edmonson giving him a scornful glance. "Oh, ho! Backing out!" echoed nine derisive voices. "We have made it too hot for him," called out Edmonson again. At which remark another shout arose, and the glasses were tossed off with bravado, Bulchester's also being set down empty.
The next day resumed our march at noon, and, passing through Columbia at dark, camped near a creek, eight miles from last night's camp. November 3d. Again on the move, and at noon halted near the town of Edmonson, and remained long enough to feed horses and get dinner. Passed through the town, and took the road towards Glasgow. Marched eight miles, and camped in a piece of woods.
But last Sunday evenin' I was over at Elnora Simpson's, and old Uncle Sam Simpson was there visitin'. Uncle Sam used to live in the neighborhood o' Goshen, but he moved up to Edmonson County way back yonder, I can't tell when, and every now and then he comes back to see his grandchildren.
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