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At the picket post Rowlley sat in stolid indifference while he heard the order to
search
his wagan. He engaged the guard in conversation. Wagons entered and passed

and still he talked lazily to his chosen friend. The Lieutenant looked from his
tent and
yelled at last What ells the matter with you search that man and let him go it
would be
a pity to tear up all those fruit trees the guard said with a yawn. I didnt think
good
brother em, Rowley answered indifferenttly, but I know a soilders duty Another
wagon
dashed up in a hurry. The guard examined him and he passed on. Again the Lieutenant
called Search that man and let him go Rowleys face was a mask of lazy indifference
The guard glanced at him and spoke in low tones Your face is guarantee enough,
partner
go on Socola flanked the picket and joined Rowley. Near Hungary, on the farm of
Orrick
the German, a grave was hurriedly dug and the casket placed in it. The women helped
to heap the dirt in and plant over it one of the peach trees.

Three days later in response to a pitful appeal from Dahlgrens father, Dravis
ordered
the boys body sent to Washington. The grave had been robbed. The sensation this
created was second only to the raid itself. It was only too evident to the scret
service of the Confedrate Goverment that an organization of Federal spies
honeycombed the city. The most desperate and determined efforts were put forth to
unearth these conspiratiors. Captain Welford had made the discovery that the
conspirators wo had stolen Dahlgrens body had cut his curling blond hair and
dispatched it to Washigton. The bearer of this dispatch was a Negro. He had been
thoroughly searched, but no incriminating papers were found. The caption had
removed a
lock of this peculiarly beautiful hair and allowed the messenger of love to go on
his way
determined to follow him on his return to Richmond and locate his accomplices.

Dicks report of this affair to Jennie had started a train of ideas which again
centered her suspicions on Socola. The night this body had been stolen she had sent
for
her lover in a fit of depression. The rain was pouring in cold, drizzling monotony.
Her
loneliness had become unbearable. He was not at home and could not be found.
Alarmed
and still more depressed she sent her messenger three times. The last call he made
was
long past midnight. Her suspicion of his connection with the service of the enemy
had
become unendurable. She had not seen or heard from him since the effort to find him
that night. He was at his desk at work as usual next morning.

She wrote him a note and begged
wistful smile lighting his face
been born
abroad I have sent for you I've
to call,
she cried in strained tones. No
that he call at once. He come within half an hour,a
as he extended his hand I am forgiven for having
waited long. Its not the first time I've asked you
she held his gaze with steady intensity. I sent for
you
the night young Dahlgrens body was stolen Really it was raning. I was horribly
depressed. I couldnt endure the strain. I meant to surrender utterly and trust you
I
didnt get your message I know that you didnt where were you Engaged on important
business for the Goverment What Goverment How can you ask such a question I do ask
it. I sent for you three times the third time after midnight.

It wasnt very modest, prehaps, I was so miserable I didnt care. I just wanted to
put my
arms around your neck and tell you to love me always that nothing else mattered.