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I took C from Coralie and h from Rothvelt; after them I wrote a from Coralie and r from Rothvelt, l and o from Coralie and two t's and an e from Rothvelt, and behold, Charlotte! while the remaining letters gave me Oliver. Ah! where had my wits been? Yet without a suspicion that she was Charlotte Oliver one might have let the anagram go unsuspected for a lifetime.
"Don't halt me, sir, I'm a courier and in a hurry." He hiccoughed. "Let's s' see y' orders." I took my weapon into my bridle-hand by the barrel and began to draw from my bosom the empty envelope addressed Coralie Rothvelt. At the same time I let my horse move forward again, while I still listened backward with my brain as busy as a mill. Was there here no hidden succor?
Then to Miss Harper and Camille, "Good-night, dears; I'll wait here that long, if Captain Ferry will allow me." She turned to him with the moonlight in her eyes, that danced riotously as she said in her softest, deepest note, "You're afraid!" and I thanked Heaven that Coralie Rothvelt was still a pulsing reality in the bosom of Charlotte Oliver. Ned Ferry and I never saw Squire Wall's again.
It silvered Miss Rothvelt from the crown of her hat to the floor, and brightened the earnest animation of her lovely face as she daintily tiptoed backward with one hand delicately poised in the air behind her, and the other still in the last pose of withdrawing from under the pillow empty! My problem was indeed simplified. The despatch had been stolen, opened, read, re-sealed and returned.
"No, never mind that," he said, "Miss Rothvelt was here and saw me this afternoon, herself." Up to the point of my arrival at the bridge I had merely to fumble my cap and answer his crisp questions. But there he lighted a fresh cigar and said "Now, go on." Gholson dropped in with something to be signed, and the General waved him to wait and hear.
For Ferry and the dogs had vanished in shadow, and outside her nearer window, wavering now above and now below the sill, I could just descry a small pale object that reminded me of that missive Coralie Rothvelt had passed up to me outside the window-sill at old Lucius Oliver's house exactly a month before.
The reply came slowly. "No; her husband is quite another man; this man's wife has been dead for years. No, Charlotte Oliver lives in hark!" The sound we had heard was only some stir of nature in her sleep. "I must go," I said. "Oh, no, no! I cannot let you!" She clutched the hand she had been stroking. "Coralie! Coralie Rothvelt!" my cry was an honest one "you tempt me beyond human endurance."
"Why Wiggins? does he know Coralie Rothvelt?" "Yes, he does; and if since last night he has maybe found out she is Charlotte Oliver, " "Oh! Lieutenant Ferry, oh! would such a man as that come hunting down a woman, with a troop of cavalry?" "He is not hunting her; yet, should he find her, I have the fear he would do his duty as a soldier, anyhow. No, he was looking, I think, for Ferry's scouts."
But he said your name was Rothvelt. How's that?" "Unfortunately, General, my name is Charlotte Oliver. Two or three times I have had use for so much concealment as there was in the childish prank of turning my name wrong side out." The speaker made a sign to the chief-of-staff: "Write the two names side by side and see if they are not one."
Goshen say to Miss Hahpeh, 'Dis ain't ow own li'l pri' " I waved her away and went back into the room; the Captain had called. He asked the time of night; I said it was well after two; he murmured, was quiet, and after a moment spoke my name. I answered, and he whispered "Coralie Rothvelt she's here; I recognized her voice when they were singing. Did you know I knew her?" "Yes, Captain."
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