At the picket post Rowley sat in stolid indifference while he heard the order to search his

wagon. He engaged the guard in conversation. Wagons entered and passed

and still he talked lazily to his chose 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 youd bother em, Rowley
answered indifferently, but I know a soldiers 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 pitiful appeal from Dahlgrens father, Davis 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 secret service of the Confederate
Government that an organization of Federal spies honeycombed the city. The most desperate
and determined efforts were put forth to unearth these conspirators. Captain Welford had
made the discovery that the conspirators who had stolen Dahlgrens body had cut his curling
blond hair and dispatched it to Washington. The bearer of this dispatch was a Negro. He had
been thoroughly searched, but no incriminating papers were found. The Captain 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. He 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 his 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 that he call at once. He came within half an hour, a wistful
smile lighting his face as he extended his hand I am forgiven for having been born abroad I
have sent for you Ive waited long. Its not the first time Ive asked you to call, she cried in
strained tones. No She held his gaze with steady intensity. I sent for you the night yo9ung
Dahlgrens body was stolen Really It was raining. 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 Government What Government
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, perhaps, 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