Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1865-07-29
! SIOUX CITY, IOWA, SATURDAY, JULY
Carl Carl Chesney snatchcd the paper
RON, pla r. f,;r's hand , ~ ,p,rroJ IL, orso

lEotn LAY ihlE haHd anu spuTTcu MS nOrse
furiously on, while a strange exultation
curved his lip into something like smile.
"Thcrc goes the bravest fellow on the
staff! y calculated Playfair, clench ing his
hand over the sword hilt. "Struck from
his horse l knew til warned him -
Poor Chcsney and he was married only
the day we marched! oh, my God how
much longer is this massacre to las. be-
fore retrcating order come !"
AT that instant a young aid de- camp
galloped up with whspcd message
Playtair turned sharply on him.
AT last Well, it is not my business
to criticise, Tell the General that Frank
Allen and Carl Chesncy are gone, aud |
don't much care what else happcns.'
1t was a heavy hear; that .hrobtcd be
hind the blunt old mau's battle furnished
uniform as he rode slowly at the side Of
his decimatcd regiment that night-a
ecavy hart and sore one, for he had
| liked the two gallant officers that had
! fallen.
"Where anu |? What arc you doing
with me 7
The read stream of lantern light seemed
to burn across Carl Chesney's eyeballs
like motion FIRE, as it revealed the swar.hy
faces bending above him.
"Turn him over, Benson-gcn,ly, gent.
ly. Now a long strip of bandagieg and a
tuft of lint I wonder how long it will be
before the ambulnnces are herc?'
The surgeon spoke indistinctly. with
sharp steel instrument between his teeth.
Chesney snatched his arm from tho kindly
touch, and tore the bloody liga'ures away.
"Leave me alone! Why cannot you
lie. me die i'll peace? I was dying.' -
" l[alloo!" calculated the Confederate
surgeonv Here's q new aspect Of things.
Steady, my lad it isn't my business to let
people die if l can help it,
"Then 90 to some one that needs YOU
" anu Of opinion that you need me-
said the surgeon, cooIly striking tho re-
volver from Chosneys hand. We don't
require that little instrument, and its not
exactly gratefulto poin. it at nv head
Tie his hands, Benson. | see We shall
have to DO him good against his will
"Aint he gamo?" circulated the I'D
mring cadet, "Wants to die, just be
cause the Yankees have got the worst Of
that little skirmish. say, doctor, it's all
can do to hold him.
"Why do you torture me- back into
! life ? | tell you I have no desire to live
" For several reasons said the surgeon
! quietly. "One is, that DO 10, choose to
/ have Yankees says that vou don't receive
proper attention within our lines. Anotb
or is, were you aware that this cut across
your upper lip is likely 10 prove rather OH
awkward affair for your beauty? Did you
! ever wear n mols'aschc? Because you
will have to now. 4 curious zigzag scar
| should think that i. NIGH. change the
whole expression f your face. There
ore YOU easy new? Benson, lend hand
here. and help If, him into the ambulance.
No hov - Ia added IN a lower tome AZ
be- sn,,,v laid the voun1c1 ,no,'s hos ON
the cushions. 81 have q son ohou, vo.r
agc in the rrnks, have done for you
what I would fsin lave some charitable
soul do for htm were he in your place :;
and saw to YOU what | would say to him,
don't forge, that you have no right to
throw away the life that God gave ,ou.'
81 N, Conf..dprotc Suyccon wen, on his
UNIV
"Vha, a delicious hrcezo there j, from
the Atlantic ,o.n;pht."
Harper Talboys WAS sitting on the
long hotel piazza at Newport, smoking an