The ladies were taking their usual promenade through the main corridor of the jail, curiously gazing at times through the newly-grated door at the prisoners in the main room, and seasoning their morning gossip with piquant observations on the probable execution of the horrid creatures there confined. Mrs. PEYTON took occasion to inform Mrs. MASON that she wouldn't pass a day without taking a look at the wretches for all the world; and Mrs. MASON informed Mrs. PEYTON that her life would hardly be endurable if she did not live in hope of seeing all the Abolitionists there yet. Here young Mr. BARON ventured to intimate that the Yankee prisoners were fortunate in being favored with such an array of _fair_ before them; for which he was saluted as an "absurd thing," and received a shower of taps from adjacent fans. Miss ADAMS led her companion, a neighbor's child, to where a keeper was leaning idly against the wall. "Are these all your prisoners?" she asked. "All but one that was taken last night and is up stairs," replied the official. "Is that one on exhibition?" "I reckon he is, if you want to see him." "Well," said Miss ADAMS, with an assumption of indifference, "I don't know that it's worth while; but--well, I reckon I _will_ look at him." "This way, then, if you please," said the keeper, leading the way up an adjacent flight of stairs and conducting the fair one to the room occupied by Mr. PETERS. BOB was gazing gloomily out of the window and did not recognize the presence of his new guests until the end of a parasol touched his shoulder. "Miss ADAMS!" he exclaimed, offering his hand. The young lady tossed her head haughtily: "I don't wish to shake hands with an enemy of my country, sir." "I see," said BOB, coolly, "the presence of a third party obliges us to vail our emotions. Keeper, leave the saloon." "Pay no attention to him, Keeper," retorted EVE, indignantly, "I wish your attendance." Not at all abashed by the severity of her tone, Mr. PETERS nodded to the officer and smiled pleasantly. "Then I must expose you with a witness to it," he said, good-naturedly; "you are offended, Miss EVE because I did not comply with your kind note and meet your friends at a quarter-of Twelve, instead of walking straight into trouble at quarter-past, as I did." "You are beneath my notice," was the answer of Miss ADAMS; "but since you choose to speak so I must explain myself to this good man here. You are indebted to me for your present situation. I am a Southern woman, sir, and it was my duty as a Southerner, to see that you did not escape to injure our cause by telling some of your Northern falsehoods about us. I wrote you the note you speak of in order that you might be drawn from your hiding place, and also one to the authorities putting them on the watch. I may be a woman, but I have the heart of a man."