Middletown transcript., 1876-01-08
2198a MDDIEIowN DELAWARE JANUARY

one OF you, anu marcu YOU ioEtu " u
in retaliation" and the American In
perialist looked sad over the duty b
had to perform.
"You cannot mean that one Of q
must die for an offence against Maxi
milan by Juarez, said Capoul Mon
teith, rising.
"Even SO are my orders, sir; but
know not which to select, for my dut,
is most painful"
''Let the gentlemen play game 70
the choice-the loser to die." suggested
the young Frencbman.
"A good idea, monsieur. Gentle
men, I observe you were playing game
of checkers when we entered, so set t.
work and play three games. the one
who wins two of them to escape, the
other to die"
when is this execution to be p
asked Garnet Weston.
"Within the hour, SIR"
Very we'll; Capoul, am ready fol
the game of life and DEATH"
Capoul Monteith paced to and fro the
tent with quick, nervous strides be
was young, handsome, possessed of vast
wealth, and fond of life, and he cared
not to be thus shot down like dog
but he was brave man, and thought
of Garnet Weston, whom he had always
admired, and half wished to be the loser
rather than to see his friend die.
II am ready. be at length said, and
the two friends, strangers 10 a strange
land, sat down 10 play the game for life
or death.
Capoul Monteith played with the
utmost caution, for, eff one must die,
l have as good right to struggle for
life as has Garnet" be thought.
Garnet Weston played with iudifer-
ence, quiet, sad smile upon his face,
and around them stood the three off,
GERS, and the platoon that were to be
the executioners of the losing one.
Ten minutes passed, twenty, and the
game was won by Capoul Monteith.
whose face flushed crimson and then
paled again.
Garnet Weston's face never changed
an expression, for the same smile rested
there.
The second game passed quickly.
Garnet making his move the instant
Capoul bad raised his hand. and sur
prising all by his reckless Indifference,
but cool manner.
Five minutes passed, and the second
game was won by Capoul Monteith.
my God /! Garnet, old fellow, feel
Ior you from my heart" cried the win
ner, the tears starting to his eyes.
Garnet pressed his friends hand, the
same smile upon his face as be said,
quietly:
II was ever a poor unlucky dog,
Capoul; but, my friend, when I am
lead look in my saddle-roll, hanging |
here, and the papers you find please
deliver to the proper address and-and
-Capoul, say TOTO Miss Mabel left |
! farewell for her.
Gentlemen, l am ready"
Courses on yeur Imperial humanity +!
Will you slay man as though he were
. hound p cried Capoul, angrily turn
ing toward the officers, for it cut him
% the heart to thus part with bis friend.
II yield to the fortunes of war, Ca
ooul, and these gentlemen but do their
luty.
"Come, let it be over replied Gar
,et, and shaking the hand of his friend
warmly, be was marched away.
Half distracted with grief. Capoul
dontieth paced his tent. his thoughts
and his brain on fire, as he
,azed at the stool where short while
'efore poor Garnet had sat.
An hour passed, and the American
ficer of the Imperial army stood be-
,re him.
"Wellf said Capoul, hardly daring
, ask the question.
"He Is dead"
"God have mercy upon him." groan-
4 the sorrowing friend.
"Yes Captain Montieth. be is dead,
nd though I have seen many men die
never saw one face death with such
erfectly calm Indifference, as did your
lend.
"He gave the order to the platoon
} FIRE. and fell instantly but. ere be
led, he wrote this note to you," and
'e American Imperialist handed slip
paper to Capoul, and turning left the
mt.
In Garnet's bold hand was written
"CAPouL;-
II gave my life away to save you, for low i
Mabel too dearly ever to let her brother die =
here could be sacrificed instead.