Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1869-01-28
"My God !"he gasped, "Walter

"My Cod" he gasped, "Walter!
Brother! is it you?" -
"No"' cried the Confederate lead
er. at is Walter Devereux, but
not your brother, nor the brother of
any man who wears the accursed
blue. Dlsmount, and take it off; or
I shall rip it from you with my
sword !''
60 Walter, dear Walter! do not
talk thus! I cannot do as you say
Il arU not! Send your blade
through my breast-I cannot kill
you"
"Cannot, cur! You could not if
you tried. Walter Devereux was
not born to be killed by a renegade
to his country-least of all by a
yankee abolitionistr' ~
"I'm that same," shouted man
on horseback, who had suddenly
spurred out from among the trees
and simultaneously with his shout
came the report Of a pistol.
For few moments the combat
ants, with their horses, were shroud-
ed in smoke. When it drifted away,
the Confederate captain was seen
lying lifeless in the road,his horse go
ing in a scared gallop through the
,rees-along with score Of others
that carried riders upon their backs.
The fall of their leader had com
pleted the panic of the Confederates !;
and those still in the saddle, wheel
ing to the right about, went off in
retreat. Besides a dozen killed, ten
of their number remained prisoners
to the accommodating party.
Henry Devereux looked as if he
had himself received the shot
Dropping down from his saddle, he
staggered toward the spot where the
body lay, and bent over it with a
heart full of agony. He had no
need touching it to tell him it was a
corpse. A streak. of moonlight.
slanting though q break between
two branches, fell upon glassed eyes,
and teeth clenched in the set express
sion of death! So. -.-..- ......t..-. -.
The Union soldiers, at the COM
mand of their beloved leader, gave
the last rites Of burial to the body
of his erring brother; and as they
followed him back to camp. with
hearts full of sympathy for his suf-
fering, they looked more like men
returning from a defeat, than vic
tory!
No doubt, reader, you wish to
know more of Captain Devereux,
and what became of him. I hope
YOU do; and so hoping, will tell
| you-not all that kno ", but enough
to satisfy your curiosity. Ofcourse
if I had given you his real name you
could go to the army lists, and find
out everything, without thanking
me for further information. And
then you would look up that fine
old chart, upon which are registered
the names of those fine old worthies,
the ssSigners Of the Declaration %
who gave you your political indie
pendence-and along with it much
of the independence of thought, and
spirit, you are now possessed Of
And with that endeared document
in your hands-a thousand times
more important than. the Magma
Charta-you will seek for another
name besides that of Devereux /:
for I know you will still be think
ing of that beautiful Boston girl,
who was not ashamed of having
Puritan forefathers.
III have also deceived you as to
her name, it don't much matter. Al
all events she cared so little about
it, that after the rebellion came to
| an end, she changed it for another
that other belonging to the man
who had sworn to be true to the
flag of her forefathers, and the en-
blem on the buttons Of his coat.
There was then hut single row
of them, with shoulder -strar
showing but one bar. Now the
breast buttons are not only double.
but more gorgeously gilt, while the
chevron on the shoulder displays
a trio of stars. It is his reward
for being true to them and the Re-
public-a distinction his children
will appreciate, more than crosses
garters, and other gifts from kingly
hands, that so far from being badges
of honor, are too often the sure
stamps Of a well earned infamy.-
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